tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9308154086887685292024-03-13T18:32:39.127-07:00That One Particular HarborThe thoughts of a forty something Father still trying to decide what to be when he grows up.Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-38317085968969891002012-04-27T16:24:00.001-07:002012-04-27T16:24:48.223-07:00We Are Missing PortlandHey y'all So I know it has been many moons since I posted anything. Much has been percolating in this grey matter of mine. Slowly but surely I plan to find my way back. In the mean time enjoy this very cool video of one of my favorite places to live. We miss you Portland.
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<a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-71986292412862598792010-03-04T17:41:00.000-08:002010-03-04T18:16:29.720-08:00Seagul You Fly & The Beat Goes On<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYk3PygPLrUFRcV50jJAatqO8dOWgcUdVIBfupJYJF-NAKCMn5LkeRx6g_OYyLqBe8K173hwK8CJ_9wpM3JF18G8wQWK9oBTqV4EWw46gDTXUTkhOdF5eZRowCgFUFSsB__e27OzLNRjLE/s1600-h/BL+header-2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYk3PygPLrUFRcV50jJAatqO8dOWgcUdVIBfupJYJF-NAKCMn5LkeRx6g_OYyLqBe8K173hwK8CJ_9wpM3JF18G8wQWK9oBTqV4EWw46gDTXUTkhOdF5eZRowCgFUFSsB__e27OzLNRjLE/s320/BL+header-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444959116379667410" /></a><br /><br />I know, I know, I have bloggy absent for some time. I have been in all the places about and more with 48hrs a week mixed in at home with my beloved family. Yes you read it correctly I get 48 hours a week with my kids and my wife. It has been this way for roughly 6 1/2 months. Update we are moving to Utah- hopefully soon. I love my new job even despite the brutal commute, but as I tell Alayna who will be 10 this summer, it is not our permanent reality. <br /><br />What is a permanent reality is that while I have been traveling and ensuring that my family has a roof over their head, food on the table and rebuilding my IED destroyed financial dream, Alayna & Jordan have been growing up without my eyes vs. before my eyes. I came home a few weeks ago to find that Alayna had stripped her princess stuff off her walls and put up Carrie Underwood posters. ( could be worse, way worse.At least C. underwood is easy on the eyes and a great voice to boot) But the real kicker was when I went to do my laundry so I had clothes to repack in 24hrs. I walk into the laundry room and placed upon a towel on top of the dryer is a set of very small looking tank tops. I thought someone had shrunk my sons tank tops.. Nooooo. <br /><br />Me-"Honey, what are these items on the dryer?"<br /><br />Wife- " Laughing, Oh those are Alayna's new training bras." <br /><br />Me- " Say What? When? What the? How? Come on.. Really?"<br /><br />Me- " Are we out of scotch?"<br /><br />SIGH......<br /><br />So later that night my wife takes the opportunity to say,<br /><br />"See honey,look, she is growing up."<br /><br />I look over not thinking, only to catch a glimpse of my young daughters new found maturity. Now I know this happens to all little girls. It is part of life and growing. But what happened to my little girl whom I used to hold like a football close to my heart and rock to sleep? Point being I have missed so much, and these little surprises are just startling to me. A friend of mine <a href="http://http://bernthis.com/wordpress/">Jessica Bern </a>told me that her dad used travel all the time with his job and it did not make her love him any less. In fact I really respected his hard wrok for us.<br />(Jessica I paraphrased a bit, but I think I got most of it.)<br /><br />Thanks, the thoughts did make me feel a bit of comfort. <br /><br />I mean even my little man Jordan has sprouted in height and his so very grown way of expressing himself and speaking to me. I guess it is time to prep my birds and bees approach and speech. Damn, soon they will be asking for the car, extra lunch money or worse to go on a date. ( note to self, buy shotgun shells, wife beater tee-shirts and keep working out.) <br /><br />I guess this is all inevitable. I just hoped I would be there when it all happened. Big ups to my awesome wife for keeping this crazy band of hooligans in line, homework done, mouths fed, and some sense of normalcy during this interesting time. <br /><br />Well back to my hotel room and a good workout. Down 22lbs since October. Soon to have my girlish figure back. Maybe I will run into you on my travels. If I do, I need a hug. <br /><br /><em><strong>Keep On Rock'in In The Free World</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br />var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br />(function () {<br />var elem = document.createElement('script');<br />elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br />elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br />document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br />})();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-52226930775725384952010-02-04T12:17:00.000-08:002010-02-05T10:47:02.575-08:00Mad World PlayGround Politics Thursday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_aJNlfeIwjmVzYrpYfKTGVykoIGSJMKMNx_eO8YQmpu5tG2nNV9F3ogv6KHu0n-EGBxHWVB9Qmiwn6-qEfYHFM04xrwS9bDkxszD03E7Aq580aINAbAk7qBZWro0UKDwFBZxx4XWiFKm/s1600-h/playing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_aJNlfeIwjmVzYrpYfKTGVykoIGSJMKMNx_eO8YQmpu5tG2nNV9F3ogv6KHu0n-EGBxHWVB9Qmiwn6-qEfYHFM04xrwS9bDkxszD03E7Aq580aINAbAk7qBZWro0UKDwFBZxx4XWiFKm/s320/playing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434482648872666178" /></a><br /><br />So lets do this. We live in a Mad Mad World these days. I am not sure that moon hangs as high as it used to? I do not know if the sun really wants to shine anymore. I just don't know. Do you? I do know the rain is not going to wash away our countries troubles and to hide behind any ill accepted idea that our government is going to be able to fix this is foolhardy at best. Our happiness is not a map that lands on our door step each morning. It is our personal choice. <br /><br />With this said,Our faces are a map of the world, our world. I think we all need to make a concerted effort and attempt to resurrect our mad worlds from this cess pool of a bovine balderdash economy and find a ray of hope, a new garden path or new personal plan to boldly move forward with on our own as neighborhoods and communities. Pay it forward no matter how small the action. Smile at someone when you may not have. Choose to be happy even if you feel frustrated and helpless. I promise you it will pay your psyche back in spades. God Bless you all. <br /><br />I had the opportunity to spend lunch and recess with my 6yr old son today. What a cathartic and insightful time. The politics of the playground came shining through. Much like our adult world the playground has politics and a pecking order. Sad yes, but true. I took the chance to teach 20 boys how to throw a football properly ( they may never get that at home ). Sad but true. I chose to make sure that each kid got the chance to throw and feel for even a small moment like they were the star. After 30 minutes of this the mood and attitude of the alpha boys changed for the better. Maybe just because I was there, but they began to share with the smaller kids and cheer them on. If only for a small window of time it felt as though the tables were set evenly. I tried to impress upon these young lads that each of them had skills and by sharing they could become better individually and help their classmates become better. Without knowing the teacher had watched me paint this picture, she approached me after the bell rang and gave me a hug and told me how beautiful it was to see the kids get it and actually play together rather than the old traditional playground politics. The resounding lesson is that it only takes a few minutes to stop our crazy mad fast paced lives and teach a child. Their smiles as they feel the new confidence and success are such a great thank you. Pay it forward... <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Keep On Rockin In The Free World<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-53087335114120710532009-12-19T19:46:00.000-08:002009-12-19T20:56:21.726-08:00To the Asian individual who keeps posting their inappropriate non response comments. If our paths ever cross physically, I hope you can run fast.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvyIYd1CduWXUn227s2syxK3ShtGDnFyI0ZV_U-FZmVRNHhCqBS0KYpuKb3mp3L91tkjsz6kEaqyrZtaA7LY7V8fQv-Nz0HxQBB9_PhM0tpLI4tUoUwyMHbYoNGAZutM44n8gs07pOTgg/s1600-h/kill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvyIYd1CduWXUn227s2syxK3ShtGDnFyI0ZV_U-FZmVRNHhCqBS0KYpuKb3mp3L91tkjsz6kEaqyrZtaA7LY7V8fQv-Nz0HxQBB9_PhM0tpLI4tUoUwyMHbYoNGAZutM44n8gs07pOTgg/s320/kill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417160898848994402" /></a><br /><br />I am so damned mad about this idiot who keeps posting her naked Asian website info within my honest and heartfelt, well thought out posts I do not know what to do. I feel helpless. I tracked down her site only to get an eye full of gross Asian kinky porn that no one should be subjected to and 70 billion pop ups and weird computer responses, so I shut down before my computer got fried.. I have tried to block her, sent a message asking kindly to cease and desist from this on my site, all to avail. I don't know what to do. Please help before I make CNN headline news. If anyone has any ideas please pass them on. I am not sure if I move to Wordpress or what? All I can say is, if I run into this person it would not end well for them after they have disrespected me, my work and those whom I have written about. Message to the perp: Your nasty, unforgivable sexual acts being posted in a chickenshit, non response manner on my blog disrespecting my friends is not acceptable at any level. God Bless your soul should our paths ever cross you foolish, foolish ass hat. <br /><br />AAAUURGH !!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com70tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-56309719338224864972009-11-13T19:35:00.000-08:002009-11-13T10:42:37.832-08:00I Am Woman , Hear Me Roar..!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsO6Yn-EEa_r67nK19uIIam37m-AN94pyiipFFOjj_y6Gl746hIS1KqUxcYtPnRLqJ7euQBTXZpsMtFQoFJZyfQGGJmykdfcSRcc2jHNLgfqr3NUanNfLy9R3EXAMazb-cO8Eooimmc1ni/s1600-h/pavlik+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsO6Yn-EEa_r67nK19uIIam37m-AN94pyiipFFOjj_y6Gl746hIS1KqUxcYtPnRLqJ7euQBTXZpsMtFQoFJZyfQGGJmykdfcSRcc2jHNLgfqr3NUanNfLy9R3EXAMazb-cO8Eooimmc1ni/s400/pavlik+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266126128494632258" /></a><br /><br />Yes this is a re-post. But it carries enough importance that I want to share it again. <br /><br />I look out my office window and the rain is coming down in its traditional torrential Oregon fashion for November. These long wintry days can drag a person down to be sure, but today I am completely and utterly overjoyed and happy. You see, I just got off the phone with my brother from another mother. This long awaited conversation is one that to be completely transparent I did not know I would ever have. Break out the tissues because in the following muse we are going to take a walk of life.<br /><br />Today's call started back on another cold wintry day last March. As is customary, once every few weeks, I take a moment to call my dear friend Skip (who is my friend & brother and was my roommate and teammate at Virginia Tech.) to catch up on life and our families. Skip sounded pretty upbeat as is usual for his demeanor, but I could tell even 2,500 miles and at least 8 states away something was wrong. <br /><br />You see, 7 years ago Skip married a spicy, smokin' hot, southern accented gal named Karen. The first time I met Karen, while visiting Skip in Richmond, I just knew she was the one for my friend. To compliment her beauty she has a fiery spirit & zest for life that is completely infectious. Hopefully you have had the joy of knowing this type of person. Everything about them makes you want to be around them 24-7 because their attitude and approach to life makes you and your life so much more robust. Oh yeah, and she has the most rocking, smoky, sultry voice. She should have her own record, seriously. Most importantly, she is a kind, gentle, loving mother and wife.<br /><br /><br />One afternoon in February, while snuggling with her 2 year old son Michael, Karen felt a small lump in her breast. Literally, within a few days that small lump had grown into a massive malignant tumor, which required a partial mastectomy. Karen was diagnosed with a rare and extremely aggressive form of breast cancer. She has had multiple rounds of chemotherapy, a full blood transfusion to save her life from a blood infection and is now enduring radiation treatment. The prognosis has been uncertain at best.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtBuZYfkyDcx6PaPMOeXlbTQcJQYcBxk7h2vIjk05FqoEQ6Mf1w34rA2vADe2KFJz5Bt3snyrdXZz-E6OQDSU3VXuvHS0SGtsm3YsD-8T76Zx33uzWkS9vj1WiNH27H8YXCXbaiIynjn-/s1600-h/pavlik+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtBuZYfkyDcx6PaPMOeXlbTQcJQYcBxk7h2vIjk05FqoEQ6Mf1w34rA2vADe2KFJz5Bt3snyrdXZz-E6OQDSU3VXuvHS0SGtsm3YsD-8T76Zx33uzWkS9vj1WiNH27H8YXCXbaiIynjn-/s400/pavlik+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266125737630872034" /></a><br /><br /><br />When Skip broke this news to me all I could do the rest of the day was fight off the tears that kept welling up in my eyes out of fear and hurt for my friends. I held my wife and would not let go as I told her of the news. I held my kids when they arrived home from school. I know, I am a big baby. But I don't care. I care about people and especially the ones I love and cherish like my family and friends. I committed myself to think that<br /><br /> "damn it, she is a tough, spirited woman and she is going to kick this cancer's ass! She just has to. It's that simple. Little Michael and Skip need her! She completes them. She is not done here. She has so much more to offer this world." <br /><br />The randomness of life dealing cards like this to good, awesome people has, and always will be, a complete mystery to me. <br /><br />So to digress, as I stated earlier, I am overjoyed, utterly and completely <strong>HAPPY</strong> today and with tears to boot! Skip has told me that Karen's doctors seem to feel that she is going to be a survivor. I do not pretend to know or understand all the intricacies of the nightmare Karen and Skip have endured during this 9 months of hell. I do know this-- Karen is one of the strongest galvanizing people I know. I know I am a stronger person because of her strength. She is a testament to the desire to live and fight the good fight with the tenaciousness of a lion. She has inspired me, my family and my parents with her resolve. I hope that God continues to shine down on her. You ROCK girl! We love you. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hlAPpKRKMDZhANf1N9yjEMcbSa7rgycbg9oQAHvBonCNVgvlotnLVER45jOLoPqg5YGtrCtKJqBbowP0V1_K2Q2WA3ZwIs-gkl7iZevByPedS9dlkRZmlREgoJLbs4yzaRPIP8xdsndx/s1600-h/pink+ribbon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hlAPpKRKMDZhANf1N9yjEMcbSa7rgycbg9oQAHvBonCNVgvlotnLVER45jOLoPqg5YGtrCtKJqBbowP0V1_K2Q2WA3ZwIs-gkl7iZevByPedS9dlkRZmlREgoJLbs4yzaRPIP8xdsndx/s400/pink+ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266128625827289026" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-85150360769068618682009-10-12T18:03:00.000-07:002009-10-12T18:36:10.067-07:00Fly The I Bought A Half Seat Skies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7Bodd3Waz7kjKSoA8wSDO4jCPyPmWdHpI4wHaDn-9fKd9IlE4v9P-iAxpJbJc-w5Ct9BuOy4GoSGI66MsgUjQt2CQl2Xaujjygwn0gZ9RaUX-KwkDuE0KMDzo_NsVgkz0AOEyv_sFNDW/s1600-h/skybus-big-pig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7Bodd3Waz7kjKSoA8wSDO4jCPyPmWdHpI4wHaDn-9fKd9IlE4v9P-iAxpJbJc-w5Ct9BuOy4GoSGI66MsgUjQt2CQl2Xaujjygwn0gZ9RaUX-KwkDuE0KMDzo_NsVgkz0AOEyv_sFNDW/s320/skybus-big-pig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391884736948868914" /></a><br /><br />So, as most of you know I have been traveling a great deal lately. Well, every week the past 2 months. I usually begin with a commute to Salt Lake City at 6am every Monday morning. Well on this beautiful day I commuted but I commuted in half a plane seat. Yes i would like to thank the airlines for not making the lady who sat in 11E this morning buy E & F. So I got to spend the entire flight with her stinky perfume glossed fat ass & armpit drooling over into my seat. I think my left shoulder which was forced out into the aisle may be dislocated after taking multiple hits from the beverage cart and the flight attendants. <br /><br />To make it worse the flight attendants kept looking at this bovine creature and did nothing about the situation. Thanks Delta Airlines, maybe I should bill you back for a half a seat? I am usually a very kind and caring person, but when I pay for a seat I want my seat to be mine damnit. I guess I can only pray for my upgrades to come more often. To boot, this thing acted like she did not have a care in the world. As though I just have to deal with her innconviencing me. I do understand we all come in different shapes and sizes, but there has to be something the airlines can do about situations like this.. Or people need to take action themselves to not allow themselves to treat others with this kind of high disrespect. Buy 2 seats fool. <br /><br /><br />"Keep On Rocking In The free World"<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-21823866368897235962009-09-23T13:32:00.000-07:002009-09-23T14:07:22.529-07:00Wordful Wednesday, One Of My Favorite Vaction Spots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl31AzvRaxHOT2MYDD390hqMxrH7Hmq9-InE8ETorckrrnpWGJwnw-5upy2FzmTFZ26GOfAoWzjLNNkTOgU1YzHCWq5Oo2GOloh4IPvwUvTeB5gnQfO656rMpgyPqKYV1WWMBt-PnxK8n2/s1600-h/cest-blue-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl31AzvRaxHOT2MYDD390hqMxrH7Hmq9-InE8ETorckrrnpWGJwnw-5upy2FzmTFZ26GOfAoWzjLNNkTOgU1YzHCWq5Oo2GOloh4IPvwUvTeB5gnQfO656rMpgyPqKYV1WWMBt-PnxK8n2/s320/cest-blue-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384767417709978242" /></a><br /><br />We honeymooned on this jewel of the Caribbean and have gone back now 7 times since. Just looking at this picture I can hear the Kenny Chesney in the background. This is the last <a href="http://www.caribbeanvilla.com/ultimate/cest-bleu/index.asp">villa</a> we rented with 4 of our favorite couples. Oh the memories run deep for us there. The air is warm and relaxation is the only appointment scheduled. Well, maybe a burger at <a href="http://skinnylegs.com/">Skinny Legs</a> on the far north end of the island. This place is known as the island of love. I sure do love it and can't wait to go back someday.<br /><br />No better way to finish off a day of chartered snorkeling in the very close BVI than to stop off at <a href="http://www.williamthornton.com/">The Willey T</a> and say hello to Zeus and down something cool in the Shotski. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjb_aafOyOvHf1Uvy6CauQHwv899NU0I5dAxuPLxQ-IfP5wNtXN4Dtuyuqy436m0B8HFtKo6ci8drZFlJ355LJmxDWZvJNA3caRkUgVsMw3lbFzH-byjdOEfGYtEkkBqsswLR_qCe4WmA/s1600-h/shotski.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjb_aafOyOvHf1Uvy6CauQHwv899NU0I5dAxuPLxQ-IfP5wNtXN4Dtuyuqy436m0B8HFtKo6ci8drZFlJ355LJmxDWZvJNA3caRkUgVsMw3lbFzH-byjdOEfGYtEkkBqsswLR_qCe4WmA/s320/shotski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384768690429018258" /></a><br /><br />Sunsets like these never get old on St. John USVI in my old blue chair..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpgcwOKBc-3EfUR2rG7ql4omPtOwdhrgPU81BTJp2JvuMQ6A6BlKMJnZEFB6BGwEp1tUMJc1ThsQTgiJs6pp5UbYJ1UlkQZvhe9nHVZH1GznIzj7nOHVIp-yJ1Dy5GckGNuZ-ij2upWrL/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpgcwOKBc-3EfUR2rG7ql4omPtOwdhrgPU81BTJp2JvuMQ6A6BlKMJnZEFB6BGwEp1tUMJc1ThsQTgiJs6pp5UbYJ1UlkQZvhe9nHVZH1GznIzj7nOHVIp-yJ1Dy5GckGNuZ-ij2upWrL/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384769888307959714" /></a><br /><br />Now go check out more wonderful places that <a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-3-wordful-wednesday-my-favorite.html">Angie's</a> friends are sharing. <br /><br /><center><a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://assets.blogaliciousdesigns.com/clients/angie_7clown/html.png" /></a></center><br /><br />Keep On Rockin In The Free World<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-546256854109745352009-09-11T11:06:00.000-07:002009-09-11T15:38:55.954-07:00What time Zone Am I In?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCu6I7zNNpkIEXzoJ7LCtSvbsdPSwiLOtkkpVyyezVeMZ4usRO0n1O8yZNLnbHVKPpg87bIhKEIbot61u02wYfKLJLsEM-E5A5fWBcBoM2KuUOaZhL6tZlt18OWrCohc_8XOoOd_R1Vs8c/s1600-h/Time2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCu6I7zNNpkIEXzoJ7LCtSvbsdPSwiLOtkkpVyyezVeMZ4usRO0n1O8yZNLnbHVKPpg87bIhKEIbot61u02wYfKLJLsEM-E5A5fWBcBoM2KuUOaZhL6tZlt18OWrCohc_8XOoOd_R1Vs8c/s200/Time2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380282070748547186" /></a><br />So, I really am not sure what time zone I am in after the past 4 weeks of my life. As I packed and prepared to embark on my latest trip across the country to visit one of my valued customers my wonderful daughter Alayna packed "Munchie The Travel Monkey" in my bag. <br /><br />"Please take Munchie Daddy, he will keep you company and keep you safe." This is just one of many reasons I love her. She looks out after me and I look out after her. The following is the results of "Munchie's" great travels.<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFFLiEbZSFDEr2a-46ngveT95ggZS0WXf37f5_nzhOWOq6jXUcIue6GnDvmKbriJZHf7JR2MKD8sBAw8sd3q5bmq4cDqGYQWfsBScv6Es3ka-p2OvR9X1nabQw8uRPX4UClTmxcJCmRh0/s1600-h/IMG_1333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFFLiEbZSFDEr2a-46ngveT95ggZS0WXf37f5_nzhOWOq6jXUcIue6GnDvmKbriJZHf7JR2MKD8sBAw8sd3q5bmq4cDqGYQWfsBScv6Es3ka-p2OvR9X1nabQw8uRPX4UClTmxcJCmRh0/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274001778353778" /></a><br />"Munchie" working hard to return emails and answer customer questions before the flight to Atlanta.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rwbmrLir9k80pgt1sVarNjEjJdeXc09yXKLCXGONW1R1q344J3HgQLgJ8iRAhEh6THmFx9yZ6GBG4xLBJw_w-hQpuMT8MS4yVX6FDk3vS8O6dCyIRfO5Hi0IAqj7Kwtbse7GtWz2eQpX/s1600-h/IMG_1335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rwbmrLir9k80pgt1sVarNjEjJdeXc09yXKLCXGONW1R1q344J3HgQLgJ8iRAhEh6THmFx9yZ6GBG4xLBJw_w-hQpuMT8MS4yVX6FDk3vS8O6dCyIRfO5Hi0IAqj7Kwtbse7GtWz2eQpX/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274160775075986" /></a><br />"Munchie" waiting for a red coat agent to tell us we got an upgrade.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-on9xnYKOMAflCZ7Fxatfu5Wb5F_nq9HuynEsuPKXkMaC5Ud8R6EF7vRoZfhk9nRIi2odCkEjd3fCubrdVUxhivN8xajdhmDKlbAaNFGRXpeF1a10-cFilQO_c9n0VdnoIxJlxgXdcVZC/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-on9xnYKOMAflCZ7Fxatfu5Wb5F_nq9HuynEsuPKXkMaC5Ud8R6EF7vRoZfhk9nRIi2odCkEjd3fCubrdVUxhivN8xajdhmDKlbAaNFGRXpeF1a10-cFilQO_c9n0VdnoIxJlxgXdcVZC/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274310975142786" /></a><br />"Munchie hanging in his seat, awaiting wheels up to Pittsburgh. <br />"When do we get the peanuts & drinks?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3avViw6K1ZrvZX9AHd5SU9BYKJZdk3SGDJVK9QS1HZ92O9mAfp2YUtAXEAx4IXzK5lwSrNIx-GO9Ly0YVmq0WlMxuxeyrdafhPmE7BeXdx0Ydv-JTpWKsafAQO6DBSi0kGEp1GfIpbqOk/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3avViw6K1ZrvZX9AHd5SU9BYKJZdk3SGDJVK9QS1HZ92O9mAfp2YUtAXEAx4IXzK5lwSrNIx-GO9Ly0YVmq0WlMxuxeyrdafhPmE7BeXdx0Ydv-JTpWKsafAQO6DBSi0kGEp1GfIpbqOk/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274513350846946" /></a><br />"Munchie" chillin in his hotel after a long day of travels. <br />" Where is my dinner dude? How about a foot massage?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThLIWQmQU2hIvDumKo8KiHYpIKIhj-y0rAlEMQSMD80HQL76W89VJ_xMUAsXaqjCMLL5_RL8S-BYPMuxZIyoITNAdmsBbARJTQrXcWH4IjSHbvEnSDZjBjFQfTgpFTfbbVeT3tMvQlVL9/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThLIWQmQU2hIvDumKo8KiHYpIKIhj-y0rAlEMQSMD80HQL76W89VJ_xMUAsXaqjCMLL5_RL8S-BYPMuxZIyoITNAdmsBbARJTQrXcWH4IjSHbvEnSDZjBjFQfTgpFTfbbVeT3tMvQlVL9/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274664847404290" /></a><br />"Munchie" Meets a Pittsburgh hall of Fame Hero in the Steel city. The Immaculate reception. Time to fly to C-Town.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic218GiZhJtPnUllw8pn3EGQPNWi79GxWNUBiqaBafqEDDx65lAX0DG9eY8uMk2TEf-7S-ARvxdoVXJ7W-X0X8jw7ONko4LlexjxHWTSjIt03EY-o6jj6h68NGK3i4E5Vx2WovigMcTAwj/s1600-h/IMG_1339.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic218GiZhJtPnUllw8pn3EGQPNWi79GxWNUBiqaBafqEDDx65lAX0DG9eY8uMk2TEf-7S-ARvxdoVXJ7W-X0X8jw7ONko4LlexjxHWTSjIt03EY-o6jj6h68NGK3i4E5Vx2WovigMcTAwj/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274807072340466" /></a><br />"Munchie" hangs out and awaits a flight from Cincinnati to Salt lake City inside the Delta widget. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVx97yF3yswR7pqtQpIsrz7anJ3CcpcxS_R-8rz2lvYey0JWGC4nxLdjQaaUSnxhsaVxWVrYODIYVzFfipBjX2AH5Facj5F3HmVDgZf17ajCpEdWqrgMovdKEaozBeieSBXERmbUEKJr8n/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVx97yF3yswR7pqtQpIsrz7anJ3CcpcxS_R-8rz2lvYey0JWGC4nxLdjQaaUSnxhsaVxWVrYODIYVzFfipBjX2AH5Facj5F3HmVDgZf17ajCpEdWqrgMovdKEaozBeieSBXERmbUEKJr8n/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274959312228610" /></a><br />"Munchie" spends time hanging in Dad's office in Ogden. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwggiaazQrJeqnmezvI9vzEzuCmAFi_i9RzYU8iF_s7Xcw7cUEffYIiQ9b5hc38ISdj4vUKOMvhnoyTiuL2XpbNCOOMhmGC_Oaf9j0crk7WorHDdrISw_2hvVjQsYfZF6JArenkUETs05/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwggiaazQrJeqnmezvI9vzEzuCmAFi_i9RzYU8iF_s7Xcw7cUEffYIiQ9b5hc38ISdj4vUKOMvhnoyTiuL2XpbNCOOMhmGC_Oaf9j0crk7WorHDdrISw_2hvVjQsYfZF6JArenkUETs05/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380275109346433074" /></a><br />"Munchie" enjoying his perch on the Salomon Koozie while dad works. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFTolBEvtLA2vVwJsFDxf1yYA1m2ev3lBVdjHv7KLqO5TEomfPAQeD6VU_x3QSRBRULmh349AxKm26R7DM5Mct-Y03j2v7e5-_ZzdYZyrxBLM_EZg3DIkHVcVteD5z8XoTOizMZuTEgGj/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFTolBEvtLA2vVwJsFDxf1yYA1m2ev3lBVdjHv7KLqO5TEomfPAQeD6VU_x3QSRBRULmh349AxKm26R7DM5Mct-Y03j2v7e5-_ZzdYZyrxBLM_EZg3DIkHVcVteD5z8XoTOizMZuTEgGj/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380275268675715138" /></a><br />Finally, "Munchie" gets his wings prior to flying home to Portland. Apparently Dad was not a threat and did not meet the terrorist profile, so the pilots allowed "Munchie" to co-pilot. he is awaiting the final paperwork and ready to give his pre departure announcment. To be true, it sounded a bit like Charlie Brown's Mother on the phone. <br />"Mumble, mumble, Portland. Mumble, mumble fasten seat belts. Mumble, mumble have a nice flight."<br /><br />Another week of national travel successfully completed. Alayna was correct. "Munchie" did keep me company and did keep me safe. Bless you my sweet girl. Daddy loves you. "Munchie made for a great travel companion. <br /><br />Make it a Great Weekend Y'all!!!<br /><br />Keep On Rockin In The Free world.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-47198768534205206352009-09-06T18:46:00.000-07:002009-09-06T18:57:14.147-07:00Planes, Autos & Max Headrum?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTsFvsrARBTY2JJBbpO0ZIm0Wce4dnGyX3TLgy5kr69WLVabbvhvDCTV9F2In9uDyvOYT-hTBo_mD64H0HlrxxMgBJ29r3G3vruZuH8rtpkKYCmqagQAT0_Od2L3I2DiziBW6SJOPS_31/s1600-h/max.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTsFvsrARBTY2JJBbpO0ZIm0Wce4dnGyX3TLgy5kr69WLVabbvhvDCTV9F2In9uDyvOYT-hTBo_mD64H0HlrxxMgBJ29r3G3vruZuH8rtpkKYCmqagQAT0_Od2L3I2DiziBW6SJOPS_31/s320/max.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378536568558673026" /></a><br /><br />Ok so it has been one month since I began this new and exciting journey. I sit here in the last hour of my flight home after 6 days on the road reflecting on the week’s absolute madness but sheer joy. Much was accomplished in these past days as I and a strong team of our Salomon staff attended multiple pre season ski sales throughout the greater Denver area. A true Labor Day weekend. By all accounts the economy is showing signs of coming back. People were out in full force spending money on big ticket ski items not just window shopping. Either the economy is starting to show signs of coming out of the flat line or people have decided that last year they were miserable and spent and did nothing after getting bum rushed by the fledgling economy and have now decided if they are gong to get screwed by the government, at least this ski season they were going to have a damn good time while doing so. I agree. If you’re going down, go down with a smile and enjoy the ride. <br /><br />Things seem to be good. I love what I do. That is not hard when what you do is what you love outside of work. So the question is, is it really work if your work is your passions? Kind of like the Cadillac commercial with the beautiful Kate Walsh. “When you turn on your car, does it return he favor?” <br /><br />The family is doing well. We have been feverishly searching for a new home in Utah. We may have identified a few. The downside is we must sell our beloved home in Portland for a profit to do anything on the other end, which goes against the mindset of the relo folks who think they own our home. SCREEEEEEEECH>>>>>NOT!!!! WE DO!Got it. Unlike the Obama health plan or serving my tax dollars to those jackholes on wall street to pay their bonuses for driving this global economic Hummer into the Grand Canyon, I am not letting anyone shove this down my throat.. Point made. <br /><br />More updates as I have time. My travel schedule has been Crazy.(I have been reading each of your efforts at night and love your work. Thank you for helping keep me real and sain.) I am off to the east coast at Oh’ dark thirty Tuesday morning to start this next week’s madness. Oh, I swear I saw Max Headrum walking through the Salt Lake Airport. I just could not get my camera out in time. Next time I will catch that elusive creature. God Bless.<br /><br />Keep On Rockin In The Free World. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-13605764418447336282009-08-29T12:14:00.000-07:002009-08-29T12:22:49.023-07:00Saturday's Funny's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBunByY0X4tIlX5GsTDRz90xM8dr_oM5D-NyEpANkiWqihvvdxYDI1aJIccdz1hNYAUx-Ev-opb5xBRD69aeOlb3TQs1H6EVrg3ewhTG_pU_kIi-s7wD5Va0HbRPeYw8UHEENw3_tQw1Oa/s1600-h/laughing-people.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBunByY0X4tIlX5GsTDRz90xM8dr_oM5D-NyEpANkiWqihvvdxYDI1aJIccdz1hNYAUx-Ev-opb5xBRD69aeOlb3TQs1H6EVrg3ewhTG_pU_kIi-s7wD5Va0HbRPeYw8UHEENw3_tQw1Oa/s320/laughing-people.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375467980583574050" /></a><br />Ok, So if you like the show Two & A Half Men. These short turbo dating snippets are some very funny stuff. I hope you get a good laugh. Remember laughter is the best medicine. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.babelgum.com/3017930/turbo-dates-size-matters.html">Turbo Dates: Size Matters</a><br /><br />Keep On Rock'in In The Free World<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-56971260555976437282009-08-27T10:54:00.000-07:002009-08-27T11:12:41.218-07:00Life, Love & More Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1q0sKVLdqHe12UEspmGeo92sB1zVTJj0S1k1Uz7k3F3w0ZscKhZMnTmN8fearwnYUOSG8nVjqahHKe0wfEMM_wRD9Jc2-mZY7EpjWm6YzUE2NdllHA3ahPlJHwbX7LWpM81Zgg2ILCMc/s1600-h/fatty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1q0sKVLdqHe12UEspmGeo92sB1zVTJj0S1k1Uz7k3F3w0ZscKhZMnTmN8fearwnYUOSG8nVjqahHKe0wfEMM_wRD9Jc2-mZY7EpjWm6YzUE2NdllHA3ahPlJHwbX7LWpM81Zgg2ILCMc/s320/fatty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374707940730026690" /></a><br /><br />As most of you know I have been on something of a bloggy "walkabout". During this time I have still taken the time to read others posts and once and a while come across a new blog that is just a must read. All I can say is that <a href="http://www.fatcyclist.com/2009/08/27/how-i-am/">THE FAT CYCLIST</a> is one awesome blog. I will let you read for yourself. He is so inspirational and real. " Fight Like Susan." LiveStrong.<br /><br />Keep On Rock'in In The Free World <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-91666299966485190242009-08-05T18:33:00.000-07:002009-08-14T15:14:58.145-07:00I Am Back....Well Kind Of.. Sort Of..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk88di9NSogLn2n1VLfGxrAerEXea3Qayzf2iYfToSon_D34AiTDPX4mPrPo0Ft8qZuw3psNZsPhkAJPn2VhupjItz7g3PLZhzyNBP4sFW7_exzaF62nypMa2UdALxt7_qVbIkUpCJjYmu/s1600-h/inverness-beach-sunrise.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk88di9NSogLn2n1VLfGxrAerEXea3Qayzf2iYfToSon_D34AiTDPX4mPrPo0Ft8qZuw3psNZsPhkAJPn2VhupjItz7g3PLZhzyNBP4sFW7_exzaF62nypMa2UdALxt7_qVbIkUpCJjYmu/s400/inverness-beach-sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366941813222295986" /></a><br />I'm happy to report that I've kicked my black tar heroin addiction (not sure if you were aware of that), was able to buy back my children from that North Korean extremist couple I sold them to a few months ago, I am no longer serving as a donor at the fertilization clinic, and found solace in accepting Jesus' son, Alfred, as my second-in-command personal savior. I figure its good to have a back-up just in case something happens to the big guy. Alfred is like my Goose to JC's Maverick.<br /> <br />The kids are doing well adjusting to their new/old life, although they are a little scarred. Is it odd they insist on sitting under my desk for fear of me leaving them? They also tremble anytime someone asks if they would like noodles.<br />"No Noodle for you."<br />Anyway, Colleen divorced me, remarried twice (once to a woman), only to divorce those losers and remarry me again all in the spance of a few short months. We exchanged our vows in smelly rednecks barn because we could roll in the hay. So all in all, its shaping up to be a really good fall. Fingers crossed. <br /> <br />Ok, maybe all that didn't happen. Truth be told, things are really good and I just wanted to say hello and let you know that I am back from my walk about. I have gained much and grown even more over these months. Over the course of the next few months I will inject some of my experiences into the blog. <br /><br />The burning question most of you may have is; do I have a job? Yes, I was very fortunate to land as the National Accounts Manager for Amer Sports. I will be selling Salomon Ski's, boots, Bindings, Snowboards and clothing as well as Atomic Skis and Suunto watches to Dick's Sporting Goods and The Sports Authority. I will working out the HQ in Ogden, UT. So, we will be relocating to Utah and leaving our home, many friends, and the beautiful Oregon surroundings. We are very sad about that, but a new and exciting journey awaits us. I look forward to embracing the new chapter of my life and making the very best of it all. You guys have a good weekend. <br /><br />Keep On Rockin In The Free World !!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-49388504665075844732009-07-21T15:41:00.000-07:002009-07-21T15:46:47.858-07:00Keep Summer Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8V_Q9zpJ1TWVSE1axxx491XDwNjv9KlnYD6CVg-B5TggtykNUkF6Sq0CpNzGDg8_6LaENNtUuCxiTKQE8Qil9ycFmp3CmG1H-2EUBV0KIbrYuNizoyfAjmn8f0itFWH2li5d7cSq2ie7n/s1600-h/WaterButton.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8V_Q9zpJ1TWVSE1axxx491XDwNjv9KlnYD6CVg-B5TggtykNUkF6Sq0CpNzGDg8_6LaENNtUuCxiTKQE8Qil9ycFmp3CmG1H-2EUBV0KIbrYuNizoyfAjmn8f0itFWH2li5d7cSq2ie7n/s400/WaterButton.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047653941960338" /></a><br /><br />Still on my "Walk About" gathering strength and more, but I read this and felt you all should read this very powerful story about <a href="http://blog.suchthespot.com/2009/07/those-parents/">kids swimming</a> this summer. God bless<br /><br />Keep On Rockin' In The Free World<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-16572596064198228362009-06-29T09:56:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:07:56.598-07:00Monday MadnessI want you to take a few moments to listen closely to Rep. Michelle Bachmann gives a great explanation on what is going on inside our government. This should make you angry as hell. If not check your pulse , take 3 aspirin and call your soon to be socialized physician in the morning to get a colonoscopy while they still use versed. <br /> <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXyhKXUP7PM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXyhKXUP7PM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"Keep On Rock'in In The Free World" While it is still free..<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-29472128199797171422009-06-16T08:25:00.000-07:002009-06-16T08:44:38.155-07:00TT - Even In The Quietest Moments<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy8cRBUN1ypi1zG7JxMDvw-UedfhQbM_RGeKeDU9uRyOKWpnqUZlGCv5myzpV7oqeOMS2wEDOO3OShLyFrEGyKKZ7AqkzQ3fsBhSFCJU91IkdXewxVm-in7BUJI2Clj1J_FdIDJjYISHlP/s1600-h/Forest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy8cRBUN1ypi1zG7JxMDvw-UedfhQbM_RGeKeDU9uRyOKWpnqUZlGCv5myzpV7oqeOMS2wEDOO3OShLyFrEGyKKZ7AqkzQ3fsBhSFCJU91IkdXewxVm-in7BUJI2Clj1J_FdIDJjYISHlP/s400/Forest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347949818462648626" /></a><br /><br />"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our dark that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you.We are all meant to shine as children do. Its not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."<br />Mahatma Gandhi<br /><br />In the quietest moments our thoughts are most pure and can be harvested and built upon for the greater good. The air this morning was heavy even though it was somewhat chilly. Kind of strange meteorologicaly speaking. I am flying without my editor this fine morning. I only say this as a warning to those who are punctually and grammatically anal. I am a writer not an editor. Kind of like Ed. He was an attorney and owned a bowling alley, two separate things. See I have the whacky mind with all the ideas and can put them into motion. My better half puts dots and commas and pauses and stops in places I never thought to pause or stop. <br /><br />So this mornings walk was one of pure brilliance. It was so quiet all you could hear was the pure melodious chirping of the early sunrise birds and in a few areas the seeping whistle of water jetting out of the sprinklers. I have always wondered what it would be like to be able to understand what the birds are saying. Are they really singing a happy song? Or are they somewhat more diabolical? <br /><br />Robin - "Chirp, chirp chirpetty chirp...= Hey look at the fat guy coming our way."<br />Meadowlark- "Chirp, chirpity, chirpy, chirp...= I See him, at least he is out trying to be healthy you rude fat ass Robin."<br />Robin - "Yeah F you Meadowlark punk."<br /><br />I mean you can see my point? Maybe birds aren't always singing a happy song like they teach them in school and on the Disney movies. I don't know. Anyway just one of many observations that come across this crazy mind. <br /><br />The air held that scent of freshness in its grasp almost as though Mother Nature had actually cleansed it overnight. She left a strong scent of honeysuckle on one block. ( my personal favorite.) Another block the smell of toast and coffee wafted about the morning air. As I pass through each of the various neighborhoods I find that they each seem to have their own neighborhood alarm clock if you will. Some are still quiet and calm. Others are bustling with energy and the frenetic pace of our fast forward society. Cars zooming by. One with ding dong at the wheel barely noticing the guy on the road because she is driving, putting on her eyeliner and speaking on her cell phone all at the same time. Genius!! The sounds of hammers crashing down on wood, the wailing of power saws tearing through plywood and that obnoxious beep, beep , beep of the already blasted loud cement truck as it backs into position. Man those cement guys like to pour early. I guess the gelatinous state of cement must be more workable at 6am when it is cool than later in the day. Go figure. But thanks for the acoustic mind bender. The smell in the air around the construction site is one of raw wood and fresh cigarette smoke.A mixture I do not necessarily care for but it oddly tickles the senses. Yeah because nothing says good morning like a good heater. I guess I will never understand how starting the morning off with molten hot tobacco searing through your mouth and lungs is ever a good thing. Thank God I get to move back into the forest for the later part of my road time today. MMM fresh pine and that stifling quiet noise of the forest. The forest floor filled with ferns and other flora and fona seem to absorb all static sound to a hush. <br /><br />I find it interesting the amount of information one can download while having an earpiece in one ear blasting tunes from an Ipod play list, and the other ear free to catch all of the worlds rapture as it awakens to a new day. I love my morning ritual. There is such a cathartic peace about this place and practice. God Bless you all, make it a great week. <br /><br />Please go check out Angie's site for some great reads. <br /><br /><center><a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp291/halftimelessons/pinkbutton.jpg" style="border-style: none" alt="Tuesday's Tribute" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></center><br /><br />"Keep On Rocking In The Free World"<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-85929395427403417532009-06-10T10:44:00.000-07:002009-06-10T11:24:06.807-07:00Things That Made Me Tough<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbzK2kTUClF4otB_1KHgjIpub9crbjkoKUV18ksROEqCi_SMI8YXAg6R-suvoaEAOSsVB69zfy0uRYDt93IqYh6WgmhDA5Puafdkf1p2IgG0RE_-ltrJv6mGWxjsFKgJOkn0qHtqBBNem/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 77px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbzK2kTUClF4otB_1KHgjIpub9crbjkoKUV18ksROEqCi_SMI8YXAg6R-suvoaEAOSsVB69zfy0uRYDt93IqYh6WgmhDA5Puafdkf1p2IgG0RE_-ltrJv6mGWxjsFKgJOkn0qHtqBBNem/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345753543957771154" /></a><br /><br />"Day 10 on my "Walk About". All is well. 6:35 am 55 degrees and rainy. Half way through my morning 5 mile ritual and I get an epiphany. More on that later, promise.As epiphanies go, it was hugely profound and may have changed the direction of my life forever, or at least brought me back to a grounding point.Anyway, as I said more on that later."<br /><br />Ok, So lets try to stage this for you. For the past 4 months as most of you know I have been unemployed as a former co-worker told me. <br />"Let's face it you got screwed by some rather incompetent and unscrupulous people." <br />None the less,that is in the past and I must live in the now. An acquaintance of mine is a <a href="http://www.stephaniesomanchi.com/">life coach</a>. She drew the parallel that the loss of a job after 18yrs is much like the loss of a family member emotionally. You go through 3 very distinct phases,( disbelief, anger, sorrow ),each beholding their own unique challenges and growth opportunities. The hard part is getting through each stage with some sense of clarity so that you can actually see the forest through the trees and grasp the growth or more pointedly "Grasshopper snatch the pebble from the hand."<br /><br />As I was hiking up one of the many hills that are splattered into my morning walk which I added to my daily workout routine it hit me. The adrenaline rush associated with this moment was indescribably intense. It hit me so hard I thought maybe my former roommate and ex-NFL Offensive Lineman had pulled around the corner and leveled me with a crushing block. ( which did happen once.Thanks Eug.) The rain was pouring down. I was walking at a good clip and I realized this was exactly the types of moments that had made me tough. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Doing things that others are not willing to do.</span> In high School the many mornings of running with my Dad at 5am while he and his nut case pals trained for the Ironman. At Virginia Tech Always pushing myself during strength training and to win the mile and a half conditioning run against our overly cocky quarterback. Did I win every time? No, but I won enough that people took notice and so did I, and that is what fueled me for next time. The years of 4:45am wake ups to attend spin class & weight training. <br /><br />Ok so you are asking why these things are significant? The answer is these are the things that made me tough. I have allowed myself over the past few years to slack off on the workouts whether due to my arthritis, kids, work whatever. Sure family, my health and life are all important, very important. These were the things that identified me. So the epiphany was just that. These are the traits I had adopted that made me who I was and when I allowed them to fade I may have faded a bit with them. I have never been a quitter and especially when we are talking about life. So the in the words of Robert Plant " Hey Hey Momma said the way you move, gonna make you sweat gonna make you groove." Tony is getting his groove back. I do not have a job, but my job or job title has never been what has identified me as a person. Sure I will get a new job someday. Hopefully someday soon.The important things is that through all the disbelief, anger and sorrowful moments I have endured the past 4 months, I have gained a pearl of wisdom in this epiphenomena event. Sometimes in the winds of change, we find true direction. <br /><br />Off to continue taking back what is rightfully mine. I must harness my toughness, my persona, my life. Just try to take it away again, see how that works out for you Life. <br /><br />"Keep On Rocking In The Free World"<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-79526565227314805392009-06-06T07:32:00.000-07:002009-06-06T07:55:22.663-07:00Hey Hey Moma Said The Way You Move Gonna Make You Sweat , Gonna Make Groove.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlMtM9AuFrX4b25WU44QlFA8OZuULUSpjiKLFk1MUuUE9blWOEf-QwWZT93QaRsTZL1WfdRegv24MJSyLub7y02ZyO5haYS_4g1G_HTdKiLN1RPke1zbDIaz8k3p2nsJ-HEANfzmauYsR/s1600-h/rock-radio-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlMtM9AuFrX4b25WU44QlFA8OZuULUSpjiKLFk1MUuUE9blWOEf-QwWZT93QaRsTZL1WfdRegv24MJSyLub7y02ZyO5haYS_4g1G_HTdKiLN1RPke1zbDIaz8k3p2nsJ-HEANfzmauYsR/s400/rock-radio-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344225334479283042" /></a><br />Day 10 on my <span style="font-weight:bold;">"Walk About"</span>. All is well. 6:35 am 55 degrees and rainy. Half way through my morning 5 mile ritual and I get an epiphany. More on that later, promise.As epiphanies go, it was hugely profound and may have changed the direction of my life forever, or at least brought me back to a grounding point.Anyway, as I said more on that later. <br /><br />It is Jr's last soccer game of the spring today. I as one of the coaches I feel so grateful to have had 12 families entrust their children to me for a few short hours for 6 Saturday's. I know very little about soccer, but I know a tremendous amount about sports,teamwork,life and their cyclical evolution around each others vortices. So very cool to see these kids grow and add another layer to their onion. Hope to be back after another 40 miles. The breeze is blowing across my face I have to keep moving in my day dream. God Bless. <br /><br />"Keep On Rockin In The Free World" <br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-21880754743839333162009-05-27T10:36:00.000-07:002009-05-27T10:49:24.541-07:00Wordful Wednesday- My Walk About<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCY6I_eRsfYgFsCVaefMpSFLmgLQ5Ye-6oSW3YEoIqbqas0tcvyOgzQ4qbZMFil9ksWkkdTQWmpqBqmgK3YYYOiWUd9sgCaHtXqWJffW7OKET6nrQEWqxbeWPN6XpMToYBfwfvvuGkrJN/s1600-h/desert_web2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCY6I_eRsfYgFsCVaefMpSFLmgLQ5Ye-6oSW3YEoIqbqas0tcvyOgzQ4qbZMFil9ksWkkdTQWmpqBqmgK3YYYOiWUd9sgCaHtXqWJffW7OKET6nrQEWqxbeWPN6XpMToYBfwfvvuGkrJN/s400/desert_web2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340561820741680914" /></a><br /><br />I really appreciate you loyal readers for your patience. I know I have not been on my "A" game with posting as of late. I think the stress, anxiety and pressure of this jobless thing has been weighing down my creative side. I do apologize. I will get back to it soon I hope. I have to fight to keep a roof over my kids head right now. That is my priority. Thanks for understanding.Prayers accepted. <br /><br />"We must be willing to get rid of the life we had planned, so as to have the life that is waiting."<br />During my Walk About I am really trying to do something I spoke about a few weeks ago. Lending yourself to a new process, a higher power. Releasing all that you have ever wished for, wanted, planned for and jumping into the abyss with only your faith in God. Instead of trying to steer your life via the hopeful human Garmin system, allow yourself to float in the sea of uncertainty to realize your fate and new destination in this very wacky time in which we are evolving these days. No Mom, I have not been smoking peyote. God Bless each of you and your families.<br /><br /><a border="0" href=" http://angiescircus.blogspot.com<br />" target="_blank"><img src=" http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc291/eoberrys/button30.jpg "/></a><br /><br />Keep On Rockin In The Free World<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-76613011842594561722009-05-20T20:00:00.000-07:002009-05-20T20:10:58.040-07:00ATWT - Giro d'italia Craziness.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFtp_A6BJTMQwzE4mAoDVC7HCPC2K2BU3j4YYjYRLD9jP-a0HReEyRYF_OjrcxQi_Ba1ZaXXT7gqFlFt1AU7Y7EEyO033t3ZVGxPz0vsD6C-jRteXT0DbbWjUvxWcr6bz2O32WLKcy3Er/s1600-h/8909763.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFtp_A6BJTMQwzE4mAoDVC7HCPC2K2BU3j4YYjYRLD9jP-a0HReEyRYF_OjrcxQi_Ba1ZaXXT7gqFlFt1AU7Y7EEyO033t3ZVGxPz0vsD6C-jRteXT0DbbWjUvxWcr6bz2O32WLKcy3Er/s400/8909763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338107296869803762" /></a><br />So many of you may not know I am big and big into cycling. The Giro d'italia is going on right now. I know who cares? <br /><br />I do!<br />This is all about me. So holla. <br /><br />This guy seems to show up at all the races. Kind of funny. I want to know how he gets those horns on the plane? Hmmmmm. Ride like ya stole it. Please whenever possible support the <a href="http://www.livestrong.org/site/c.khLXK1PxHmF/b.2660611/k.BCED/Home.htm">LiveStrong Foundation</a>. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br /><script><br /> var linkwithin_site_id = 17450;<br /> (function () {<br /> var elem = document.createElement('script');<br /> elem.type = 'text/javascript';<br /> elem.src = 'http://www.linkwithin.com/widget.js?rand=' + Math.random();<br /> document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(elem);<br /> })();<br /></script><br /><a href="http://www.linkwithin.com/"><img alt="Blog Widget by LinkWithin" style="border: 0" src="http://www.linkwithin.com/pixel.png"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-64948052483481419372009-05-19T16:02:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:57:44.906-07:00Wordful Wednesday- Kindergarten Field Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMwJ7PcDVYS9SEMH8qi8vR0FmKnwgLgaDTgr9-7wYxXEox3yZ5kzxxwgdXywHJmXDtiL8ZYQGFvQMMq6GFQr6K13uybni8kqnK7y0l5f5h6bSaRr2o7KXkqm1TmC7hWuumdNco_hVNOWn/s1600-h/Camp+T+day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMwJ7PcDVYS9SEMH8qi8vR0FmKnwgLgaDTgr9-7wYxXEox3yZ5kzxxwgdXywHJmXDtiL8ZYQGFvQMMq6GFQr6K13uybni8kqnK7y0l5f5h6bSaRr2o7KXkqm1TmC7hWuumdNco_hVNOWn/s400/Camp+T+day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337674764510928610" /></a><br /><br />So, last Thursday I got the wonderful opportunity to accompany my son Jordan to his Kindergarten end of the year field trip. We all piled onto the school bus and headed for the vineyard country 35 miles southwest of Portland, Oregon to a little gem called Camp Tilicum. I was the chaperon for my son and one of his school mates. While we were there we made our way around the lake to 5 different activity zones. <br /> <br />1. Rope walk/climbing wall, where the kids got to face their fears of heights and believing in themselves to make it across the rope walk. <br />2. 3/4 mile hike, which of course turned into a 3/4 mile sprint because the kids knew that the fishing station and lunch were waiting at the end of the trail.<br />3. Fishing, where Jordan was one of 8 kids who actually caught a fish. He caught two, (plus a salamander) which absolutely made his day so bright.<br />4. Canoeing around the lake, which was interesting as I tried to paddle and keep 3 eager and inquisitive boys from moving too much so we wouldn't have to go swimming. (56 degree spring run off water would not be my idea of fun.) <br />5. Finally, we attended an old one room school house for some learning. The kids all sat in the old style school desks for a spelling bee & an energized discussion about beavers. Then, outside on the muddy lawn, they played a game of boys against girls tug-of-war. Needless to say, we had a nice long bus ride ahead in muddy clothes. <br /><br />For me it was a day to put all my struggles aside and just enjoy and engage those moments in time with my son who is such a special loving little boy. At the end of the day he hugged me and said <br />"Thanks Dad, for coming with me."<br />Then he drifted off to sleep against my shoulder on the bus ride home. I sat with tears in my eyes and whispered thankfully back to him.<br />" No, thank YOU, buddy."<br /> <br /><a border="0" href=" http://angiescircus.blogspot.com<br />" target="_blank"><img src=" http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc291/eoberrys/button30.jpg "/></a><br /><br />Keep On Rock'in In The Free World<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-3515079544905009812009-05-13T13:15:00.000-07:002009-05-14T07:01:36.792-07:00ATWT - Peace, Tranquility & Strength<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRQr__ftOQchP0WwjrqrRohYNbtJxp-cTLY-wJ3KDN2UXOAIt9CGE0zlM_CH-VqorD6DQrtV2zJENcFg-3sBE-E-2HrisazWnrl_Y7qKpgjOnZoKcw-vkrKcQyd7sxDJnFZU4X_DR0VPE/s1600-h/the+falls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRQr__ftOQchP0WwjrqrRohYNbtJxp-cTLY-wJ3KDN2UXOAIt9CGE0zlM_CH-VqorD6DQrtV2zJENcFg-3sBE-E-2HrisazWnrl_Y7qKpgjOnZoKcw-vkrKcQyd7sxDJnFZU4X_DR0VPE/s400/the+falls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335406246999926882" /></a><br />A Thousand Word Thursday was based on the simple premise that a picture is worth a thousand words. For me I see peace, tranquility and strength. What does it say to you? Take a moment this week to stop and engage the natural beauty around you. Enjoy the cathartic warmth nature can provide.<br /><br />In addition you need to check out <a href="http://annonandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandmas-of-new-england-coffee-cake.html">My Grandmas Of New England Coffee Cake !</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTF_XYEFojgZNP9JMuAkgYfp-87PWjc9QPXKQoPWVcUTymia7EuXApYS-tOo169m5VB8BxYS2ro69tHSAlf-JslVibK78uZrFLVZ-lPZj5wEFmftD9nPa4LSOH0KgG9Urc4jnjUDnHLx1Y/s1600-h/coffee2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTF_XYEFojgZNP9JMuAkgYfp-87PWjc9QPXKQoPWVcUTymia7EuXApYS-tOo169m5VB8BxYS2ro69tHSAlf-JslVibK78uZrFLVZ-lPZj5wEFmftD9nPa4LSOH0KgG9Urc4jnjUDnHLx1Y/s400/coffee2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409958906919106" /></a><br /><br /><br />Go check out the many fun new bloggers over at The Mom Jen's site. Enjoy.<br /><a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /></a><br /><br />Keep On Rock'in In The Free World<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-15378245677646323462009-05-13T07:25:00.000-07:002009-05-13T07:35:32.016-07:00Wordful Wednesday- My Friend Angie's BroodI am not so Wordful this Wednesday. But Please go check out <a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordful-wednesday-my-kids.html">Angie's site</a> for many awesome new options to uncover some great new blogs. Angie has been such a wonderfully supportive, kind friend to me these past few months. Thanks so much Angie. It is like a treasure chest of material. I hope you enjoy. <br /><br /><a border="0" href=" http://angiescircus.blogspot.com<br />" target="_blank"><img src=" http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc291/eoberrys/button30.jpg "/></a><br /><br />Keep On Rock'in IN The Free World<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-81909187843789125332009-05-12T06:00:00.000-07:002009-05-12T07:40:09.096-07:00TT- Allowing Yourself to let Go.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIec6U9u6k1CNVSPf90DN2ryukhRvHEWSYAYyH5z99pjJoPO61A9UucTZu-xo8gAuVXmu_pJ2rrMFYpX9F-kJbqTFZArajptlm05KFKPDgmvjJnSLsylCgmUO0j2yF8jbQcRhMJ9x4556a/s1600-h/had+a+bad+day.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIec6U9u6k1CNVSPf90DN2ryukhRvHEWSYAYyH5z99pjJoPO61A9UucTZu-xo8gAuVXmu_pJ2rrMFYpX9F-kJbqTFZArajptlm05KFKPDgmvjJnSLsylCgmUO0j2yF8jbQcRhMJ9x4556a/s400/had+a+bad+day.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316809965230052706" /></a><br /><br />"We must be willing to get rid of the life we had planned, so as to have the life that is waiting."<br />Kind of a strange tribute I know, but today I choose to tribute lending yourself to a new process, a higher power. Releasing all that you have ever wished for, wanted, planned for and jumping into the abyss with only your faith in God. Instead of trying to steer your life via the hopeful human Garmin system, allow yourself to float in the sea of uncertainty to realize your fate and new destination in this very wacky time in which we are evolving these days. No Mom, I have not been smoking peyote. God Bless each of you and your families. <br /><br /><center><a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img border="0" style="border-style: none" alt="Tuesday's Tribute" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp291/halftimelessons/pinkbutton.jpg"/></a><br /></center><br />Keep On Rockin' In The Free World<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-734645069590114832009-05-11T07:52:00.000-07:002009-05-11T08:51:27.881-07:00Mindless Monday Madness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26x2Uq6wgWrpH4fQCKROg4QgueOga3Q92IzXZPS2ZA4CL8qP6YBvvbig5joU8KHq0FSShsMDnJwh0uXfIQYmj3D4UhKwDjUB-DeSNu7BCm9_tOp5lWV9PA2VlDtLy7eyzbC7b8W9lNWRI/s1600-h/SuperStock_1669R-9062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26x2Uq6wgWrpH4fQCKROg4QgueOga3Q92IzXZPS2ZA4CL8qP6YBvvbig5joU8KHq0FSShsMDnJwh0uXfIQYmj3D4UhKwDjUB-DeSNu7BCm9_tOp5lWV9PA2VlDtLy7eyzbC7b8W9lNWRI/s400/SuperStock_1669R-9062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334594487996324018" /></a><br /><br />So let's get right down to it. I am a bit late with this post but I had to try to calm down after the phone conversation I just had at 7:38 this morning with said COBRA Administration manager. <br /><br />Two months ago we get a letter from my favorite former company breaking down our benefits options if we choose to stay on our current medical and dental program. So of course we went out and trolled the open market for health insurance. I won't get into that lovely course of navigation or we will be here all day. Let it be known after the gov. pays 65% of the COBRA costs you are far better off than what the open market yields.<br /><br />So on Saturday I come home from an awesome morning coaching my son Pele (Jordan's) soccer team to receive a bill from the COBRA folks. I almost had a triple coronary episode when I look and see the line titled <br />Amount Due: $ fifty billion dollars.<br />What the?<br /><br />Thus, prompting this morning's phone call to ensure they got my paperwork and get a new correct amount for the amount due. The nice lady on the line tells me that I have to pay the full COBRA amount and then once they determine that I am eligible for the federal subsidy they will reimburse me the amount I have over paid. So I take a deep breath, push all the piss & vinegar that was trying to spew from my mouth out my ear holes so not to crucify and burn at the stake the messenger on the other end of the phone. I very sternly told her that I could not afford to pay the full COBRA amount of fifty billion, yes, that is with a B. I explained I had a letter stating what is a much more manageable amount I am willing to pay. She tells me again in broken record format: <br /><br />"Sir, I am sorry, the full amount is what is due and then once we determine you are eligible for the federal subsidy we will reimburse you for the amount you have over paid." <br />cue the pot boiling over in the meth lab. <br /><br />I once again bring the boil to a low rolling bubbling in my head and ask:<br />"Why would you send out a bill before determining that a person is or is not eligible for the federal subsidy? People who do not have a job cannot afford to float your company 65% of fifty billion dollars. My concern is ensuring my children are fed, clothed and have a roof over their heads." <br /><br />"Sir, I understand but this is how the program works." <br /><br />To which I reply: "The program is flawed then. I am not paying anyone fifty billion dollars and waiting for them to pay me back. Thank you for nothing." <br /><br />I waited until the line had been cut to actually say what I wanted to. Fuck you!!!! That is spelled f.u.c.k. capital Y.O.U. This is just a sliver of the bovine balderdash that is wrong with this country when companies try to take advantage of people who our down on their luck to make situations even harder for them. How hard is it to implement a subsidy program that helps people? Sorry Mom, if you are reading this, but you know me and I have met my boiling point. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/BFC9E8F011058A73F6677855C3A685BD.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Tony@ That One Paticular Harborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08864483781502061523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930815408688768529.post-8425469432386053542009-05-08T06:00:00.000-07:002009-05-08T07:43:17.325-07:00Fabulous Friday- Happy Mother's Day Y'allThis one speaks for itself. Here is wishing each of you Mom's and Dom's out there a very Happy Mother's Day. Mom's make the world go round. 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