tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56596776761334550462024-03-14T14:17:34.561-04:00Three Sixty Five in 2-0-0-9Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-28884811720281039132009-07-27T17:47:00.000-04:002009-07-27T17:47:00.333-04:00#8 Adolescence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cD7Xthr1Vxe6Xvs48E2OXsv6iFt36NbJC9W2dZmkt3mRgrw4xzPV0Bk4-Ny5FKvc7K1RMeptYT2icLhqeEmndy1JO1k4Np09LUCkEiAyNag3w5b0gqLd4aFvJfZ3ZF_uu2UCDVoHnNs/s1600-h/DSC02649.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889270318451586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cD7Xthr1Vxe6Xvs48E2OXsv6iFt36NbJC9W2dZmkt3mRgrw4xzPV0Bk4-Ny5FKvc7K1RMeptYT2icLhqeEmndy1JO1k4Np09LUCkEiAyNag3w5b0gqLd4aFvJfZ3ZF_uu2UCDVoHnNs/s320/DSC02649.JPG" /></a> I would guess these young geese are in their adolescent stage.<br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-36764445748995343402009-07-26T17:43:00.002-04:002009-07-26T17:46:36.260-04:00#105 Follow the Leader<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8826DzOkI3Rqmttv1cQC0KXGyrHCKoxkD5yVmWi7gHDCqNoOkKCuhyphenhyphen_UfwgyoWfsK6q-gyJAP3ZSXbEJNYZ5wgIHfd7wuFb8eNHXz2Y0q57mYRTNKb8SDRs3hSBaLZyKJs-q5yJsul8/s1600-h/DSC02652.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888390315841458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8826DzOkI3Rqmttv1cQC0KXGyrHCKoxkD5yVmWi7gHDCqNoOkKCuhyphenhyphen_UfwgyoWfsK6q-gyJAP3ZSXbEJNYZ5wgIHfd7wuFb8eNHXz2Y0q57mYRTNKb8SDRs3hSBaLZyKJs-q5yJsul8/s320/DSC02652.JPG" /></a> I got these geese crusing through a parking lot in Fayetteville one morning.<br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-13419843035021719702009-05-05T09:15:00.000-04:002009-05-05T09:15:00.676-04:00#262 Road/Street<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba7ggmEuaOybmilExLzHq66mWZvqf-PeIAf5cJBnpE4yrU9ZinZPAW1uwpgPPb7o4SRVL-zIy-BpQHZu2wVpvGPdDYvIsIkHDhmJ27BhsJrkPvhL7eiljbQ9TpnnsrFl8zXBoYU37LP4/s1600-h/DSC03473.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329573135656861650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba7ggmEuaOybmilExLzHq66mWZvqf-PeIAf5cJBnpE4yrU9ZinZPAW1uwpgPPb7o4SRVL-zIy-BpQHZu2wVpvGPdDYvIsIkHDhmJ27BhsJrkPvhL7eiljbQ9TpnnsrFl8zXBoYU37LP4/s320/DSC03473.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was afraid to spend much time on this road because I am already afraid that I am on the road to the poorhouse! You think it would be easy to sell a house on this road?<br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-43572855717426498512009-05-04T08:15:00.000-04:002009-05-04T08:15:00.150-04:00#180 March to a Different Drummer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-g5Oiyy0PoukVng6noxUQd6VnyAj1BaI5VuMcwNdeHUceDkocv96XEL2eEXtvLivcRT6xuC4rB2L0IWm90eyuN7vvB3B1DEgnIKNi3ExYFRnMzIj1y6XdOBwn_ZzsqG5qIt_kyif7tjM/s1600-h/DSC03440.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571274520609762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-g5Oiyy0PoukVng6noxUQd6VnyAj1BaI5VuMcwNdeHUceDkocv96XEL2eEXtvLivcRT6xuC4rB2L0IWm90eyuN7vvB3B1DEgnIKNi3ExYFRnMzIj1y6XdOBwn_ZzsqG5qIt_kyif7tjM/s320/DSC03440.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This guy has been hanging out on streetcorners since I was 16 yrs old. He shouts, he preaches, he looks to the sky and paces back and forth. I have to give Steve credit for this picture, he snapped it for me, I was driving. I like how he has a cigarette in one hand and his Dr Pepper in the other - multitasking?</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-60845419807972791062009-05-03T08:00:00.000-04:002009-05-03T08:00:00.174-04:00#326 Things With Wings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-uI5sx_irVKg82KJMlmyWkCrc2V5Qm8vLs7okHeZxp-1biTlVEj9s7HoKUls7Ix4dcomLx-G24T4xQBRnkqXw08vPt0ObIXnTUTkT_NZsJeYvX6j8ETGNbpKTuKiQ9IgyCcFVHve0t8/s1600-h/DSC03572.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329567526473801874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-uI5sx_irVKg82KJMlmyWkCrc2V5Qm8vLs7okHeZxp-1biTlVEj9s7HoKUls7Ix4dcomLx-G24T4xQBRnkqXw08vPt0ObIXnTUTkT_NZsJeYvX6j8ETGNbpKTuKiQ9IgyCcFVHve0t8/s320/DSC03572.JPG" border="0" /></a> Back to the Air Show again. This is one of the Blue Angels F-18A Hornets. <br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-56304207627842446082009-05-02T08:45:00.000-04:002009-05-02T08:45:01.052-04:00#28 Blue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSytIcD7pc-GiXr-2L2vAWS0nbA8eKw5WORrAmDcesAEv-FJM1VU779H7ZqaziGH08BO9EAP-5szV-2sPajJng0SuiuMAGXY1ohJ3rrqGi7dzyAWFjzVitatLZFJKYDi_qvR9DyrznJQ4/s1600-h/DSC03459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329563382489716802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSytIcD7pc-GiXr-2L2vAWS0nbA8eKw5WORrAmDcesAEv-FJM1VU779H7ZqaziGH08BO9EAP-5szV-2sPajJng0SuiuMAGXY1ohJ3rrqGi7dzyAWFjzVitatLZFJKYDi_qvR9DyrznJQ4/s320/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" /></a> I found these blue canisters at Victoria High School. <br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-38033379502492385662009-05-01T08:45:00.000-04:002009-05-01T08:45:00.619-04:00#12 Antique<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgEWrB6CCUHv-52W4fEg3IfYu4NntHuslTW2KNHPEptyN9M32GosB91lGYa-fpZeB0v1gCAQFROvq8wyYbblYAefaTtAQ9me7OJofdJvh5hknatTJEkha8j7oN1nih6L5-YnFegG9_Ak/s1600-h/DSC03452.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329561005491921234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgEWrB6CCUHv-52W4fEg3IfYu4NntHuslTW2KNHPEptyN9M32GosB91lGYa-fpZeB0v1gCAQFROvq8wyYbblYAefaTtAQ9me7OJofdJvh5hknatTJEkha8j7oN1nih6L5-YnFegG9_Ak/s320/DSC03452.JPG" border="0" /></a> A typewriter at Victoria High School. I guess the principal's secretary used it to type letters to send home with the 'bad' students. This keyboard is a lot different than the one I'm using now!<br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-91925432453621104602009-04-30T09:00:00.000-04:002009-04-30T09:00:00.620-04:00#14 Artificial<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJ-FY0r-jRse0fHqomtMDBousK_o9dC2_ynMBC5aapjLv8GzOqJDn1g0i4LuuOexbHKsHOZyDgyVmoVNYlS3iUw46sVl0vd53I-pKQTShrOpCXj0dKU8lBf54F0BIHoe0sEX4oHRzfd4/s1600-h/DSC03450.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329560138916504402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJ-FY0r-jRse0fHqomtMDBousK_o9dC2_ynMBC5aapjLv8GzOqJDn1g0i4LuuOexbHKsHOZyDgyVmoVNYlS3iUw46sVl0vd53I-pKQTShrOpCXj0dKU8lBf54F0BIHoe0sEX4oHRzfd4/s320/DSC03450.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This apple was on the principal's desk. It fooled me into thinking it was real with the dew drops on it. I realized it wasn't real when I picked it up. </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-38438568670646261692009-04-29T08:20:00.000-04:002009-04-29T08:20:00.986-04:00#268 School<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dfUW48r4j4rpHyM8hn2LWrK_WtIoDZV7-JYvHNAIUyrGQCGRkKCdiPmHqpN7Vju-IXL1nQofTFSk4nAFT49QfHfvkkPJvd5c6OjL5yGCnXhTq7yMbzvLJQ37sbAkKxTYBur3dvaDQE0/s1600-h/DSC03448.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329558322790846754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dfUW48r4j4rpHyM8hn2LWrK_WtIoDZV7-JYvHNAIUyrGQCGRkKCdiPmHqpN7Vju-IXL1nQofTFSk4nAFT49QfHfvkkPJvd5c6OjL5yGCnXhTq7yMbzvLJQ37sbAkKxTYBur3dvaDQE0/s320/DSC03448.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Steve and I attended his high school reunion this past weekend. His alumni association actually owns their high school. The high school was going to be torn down a number of years after Steve graduated. The alums raised enough money to buy the school and preserve it. We toured the building and this is the principal's office. One of his classmates remarked that it seems smaller than he remembered it. I've had the same feeling when I went back to my school. </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-17449823132246472412009-04-28T08:00:00.001-04:002009-04-28T08:00:00.796-04:00#289 Smoke<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSlA31f9f7LhqPJviv0HpoES29wfkvC29Sjw4noqgRjBPjE6Bs8zXzR5r4OG87DHDoIh5E_eKGvEInplOPX5H5sXdyFC6CDPS4D_lOO5vrvs8orTAuysqjmXezz7PW4MenFIM16lPKrE/s1600-h/DSC03506.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195340285358370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSlA31f9f7LhqPJviv0HpoES29wfkvC29Sjw4noqgRjBPjE6Bs8zXzR5r4OG87DHDoIh5E_eKGvEInplOPX5H5sXdyFC6CDPS4D_lOO5vrvs8orTAuysqjmXezz7PW4MenFIM16lPKrE/s320/DSC03506.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is smoke from the Blue Angels before their takeoff.<br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-58691489288860136052009-04-27T08:15:00.000-04:002009-04-27T08:15:00.797-04:00#228 Patriotic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrBqcd60lU6X95H8lrOgfdmjZipzDXalTAfMyFbsT9l8MA2P70ZiL3q_0zQf7ktcJqfnXw_2Vyv3Ngvg83EEmNJKNZREhvoO-bEehXlo4DTAViaVF2ZBqKyPF_5PrhWZuUNqlbS5HikPs/s1600-h/DSC03565.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329193824325575602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrBqcd60lU6X95H8lrOgfdmjZipzDXalTAfMyFbsT9l8MA2P70ZiL3q_0zQf7ktcJqfnXw_2Vyv3Ngvg83EEmNJKNZREhvoO-bEehXlo4DTAViaVF2ZBqKyPF_5PrhWZuUNqlbS5HikPs/s320/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /></a> If you don't feel patriotic while watching the US Navy Blue Angels perform, then you don't bleed red, white and blue. <br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-63491810977907698832009-04-26T22:26:00.002-04:002009-04-26T22:29:07.897-04:00#231 Perfect Alignment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoz1ekIzAhhm3Bp0I1iQdQoSQwLE9Je7ysS25MsxNxASn6t3_SQ8z8odBkupa5Xe3ZZpdbbBgFhOqcqDiaQNzQk7tqH64pbbwoxpNycExzhRiBkRR2QcDtWJKbZDBTEZAB8rVqIAoBK3E/s1600-h/DSC03570.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329192389462516402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoz1ekIzAhhm3Bp0I1iQdQoSQwLE9Je7ysS25MsxNxASn6t3_SQ8z8odBkupa5Xe3ZZpdbbBgFhOqcqDiaQNzQk7tqH64pbbwoxpNycExzhRiBkRR2QcDtWJKbZDBTEZAB8rVqIAoBK3E/s320/DSC03570.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Kudos to the US Navy Blue Angels. They performed for us at the 2009 Wings over Wayne Seymour Johnson Air Show. Thanks to all of our military for serving and doing what I don't have the guts to do!</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-90274045803454335272009-04-20T18:00:00.001-04:002009-04-20T18:00:00.962-04:00#211 Oops!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJRaJ51zchwe7IhItD_h-GCjhffVshmbIkUpQFM_Uzz9tMz2g4t6NpYQu3orV9ekcUMwBJTGlA6fKP9KrcBXaKQduTcqnFt05CP9rEYbqMFAzCiNKp3U9IfWDb7-c3VLXosR-un2FfqM/s1600-h/DSC02597.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326745928729490114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJRaJ51zchwe7IhItD_h-GCjhffVshmbIkUpQFM_Uzz9tMz2g4t6NpYQu3orV9ekcUMwBJTGlA6fKP9KrcBXaKQduTcqnFt05CP9rEYbqMFAzCiNKp3U9IfWDb7-c3VLXosR-un2FfqM/s320/DSC02597.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oops, this is Chicken Scampi from a popular Italian restaurant. <br />Someone forgot to remove the sticker on the pepper before cooking it and putting it on my plate. I guess that means the food is fresh.<br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-12973776100850897352009-04-18T14:26:00.001-04:002009-04-18T14:28:34.148-04:00#266 Rusty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZkdO0agbcOh92_i-LaIVZXBu7GfmGjtkZn8L8lYO7-jibQ2eAScWTM21qVUkFqulRRsao7Hrg-CPJa2HHkihVrGoTt7BFWdlFHxpOdXo6k_R6uUTwzoDGj4kXjmpn4EZgG621q8oPZY/s1600-h/Rusty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326099955762057666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZkdO0agbcOh92_i-LaIVZXBu7GfmGjtkZn8L8lYO7-jibQ2eAScWTM21qVUkFqulRRsao7Hrg-CPJa2HHkihVrGoTt7BFWdlFHxpOdXo6k_R6uUTwzoDGj4kXjmpn4EZgG621q8oPZY/s320/Rusty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A rusty water fountain. </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-24911412767332501572009-04-17T17:37:00.000-04:002009-04-17T17:37:00.035-04:00#241 Private<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUk4M5fvsMk7QzTG-J-G6ph2OV5SN1gFsiYrAaDWY9jB5S3u84bwsj4QarNiPyBCt1L76iy3yNmN3YRFbQ4_RU6rvJ9nqfWJ_N3As-2QQKjzyU2kJB6lFfrA7MG4X6v4zp4515Ox0JZ0Y/s1600-h/Private.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325762482759581042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUk4M5fvsMk7QzTG-J-G6ph2OV5SN1gFsiYrAaDWY9jB5S3u84bwsj4QarNiPyBCt1L76iy3yNmN3YRFbQ4_RU6rvJ9nqfWJ_N3As-2QQKjzyU2kJB6lFfrA7MG4X6v4zp4515Ox0JZ0Y/s320/Private.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This beachfront property is private. Oh, it would be nice to have my own little slice of heaven, maybe one day.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-27578108896195434502009-04-14T05:30:00.000-04:002009-04-14T05:30:00.218-04:00#234 Pink<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2fVTCL-OWE1BaxUYN2WhkBpYYRXv3tjegoa4koGngoCxPB62xEjTnBD3IYL3Sj2KHH2fOjmfGAVytY0NUZ2E0onQpxApc3nG863BEHgHu0b8i7L1VNlqCwaOzQd4fXGEB6wikO5ptpE/s1600-h/PINK.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323063178024838418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2fVTCL-OWE1BaxUYN2WhkBpYYRXv3tjegoa4koGngoCxPB62xEjTnBD3IYL3Sj2KHH2fOjmfGAVytY0NUZ2E0onQpxApc3nG863BEHgHu0b8i7L1VNlqCwaOzQd4fXGEB6wikO5ptpE/s320/PINK.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I found these tulips blooming at a local shopping center.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-23366764656785686252009-04-13T17:00:00.000-04:002009-04-13T17:00:00.831-04:00#150 Holes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ncg0UVai9U56jvO4XEkiNhKyuK6vl_uAv0w-mvZwlXkgpyKCG8mXTv6OM99lDYtDrL93qbPLs1aBp-f6-Zio9kOCdJI0hu8tdtu-ghjzitFzqrBPGmFYB_9VdzTiZxPUghThOjeJMjs/s1600-h/P4090285.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322792898377303826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ncg0UVai9U56jvO4XEkiNhKyuK6vl_uAv0w-mvZwlXkgpyKCG8mXTv6OM99lDYtDrL93qbPLs1aBp-f6-Zio9kOCdJI0hu8tdtu-ghjzitFzqrBPGmFYB_9VdzTiZxPUghThOjeJMjs/s320/P4090285.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-49654398148705733282009-04-11T09:52:00.000-04:002009-04-11T09:52:00.646-04:00#131 Groceries<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7fz4fudMCVLiDo24NK1DJ2ePf73lj4OOx4lvYj71jJW9IGuSkvipFLSIUAPeSuDo6Gl9e9xHMnVJS3TvX8AInpP-GUWM2MzKmSLHn53TE734MoOw_vpq-flYOOvY_p0oHqhnR_L7GSxI/s1600-h/produce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323060609337802418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7fz4fudMCVLiDo24NK1DJ2ePf73lj4OOx4lvYj71jJW9IGuSkvipFLSIUAPeSuDo6Gl9e9xHMnVJS3TvX8AInpP-GUWM2MzKmSLHn53TE734MoOw_vpq-flYOOvY_p0oHqhnR_L7GSxI/s320/produce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Some fresh produce at a roadside vegetable stand in NC.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-57285124178918421212009-04-10T05:15:00.000-04:002009-04-10T05:15:00.381-04:00#154 Humor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMuhYxBLJ3PxpnMusWzLedaiUGv5fDNAsq88lA1p3nEyim6Ni4IKAHi-7fcVqXo7L7CYOXrA-bXBpbFBOn1SGIzPu4US3TMsE1CzXUUO8rw5eqvvkYH5sjH6f4YYitpFaQK9KJSWHIZ8Q/s1600-h/Breakfast.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321681855695068626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMuhYxBLJ3PxpnMusWzLedaiUGv5fDNAsq88lA1p3nEyim6Ni4IKAHi-7fcVqXo7L7CYOXrA-bXBpbFBOn1SGIzPu4US3TMsE1CzXUUO8rw5eqvvkYH5sjH6f4YYitpFaQK9KJSWHIZ8Q/s320/Breakfast.jpg" border="0" /></a> I hadn't seen a daffodil like this before. I showed this picture to my Mom and asked her what was it called? Her reply, "scrambled eggs". I gave her a funny look and said, "what?" She told me yes, that is what they called them back home. <br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-46191342354343381412009-04-09T05:25:00.000-04:002009-04-09T05:25:00.394-04:00#179 Magical or Mystical<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHQ4KLBWWIk94nYCCeHjrCYLkfJqwSkHZlTheuQriQLt9Rs5JVH3GrM7zSwG2f4dhJaUm3SgE-Qgj_wzEtzS1syAMu_l4XvmyhcVkk_tyrkE52LhXQ8FNUeO4myytJhKTP2SR9xStkss/s1600-h/Magical.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321683555768818722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHQ4KLBWWIk94nYCCeHjrCYLkfJqwSkHZlTheuQriQLt9Rs5JVH3GrM7zSwG2f4dhJaUm3SgE-Qgj_wzEtzS1syAMu_l4XvmyhcVkk_tyrkE52LhXQ8FNUeO4myytJhKTP2SR9xStkss/s320/Magical.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-80793112040415810792009-04-08T16:34:00.000-04:002009-04-08T16:34:00.731-04:00#212 Open<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNuR-w0fAoJnbmy7FEjqiFc3T54dp1oDVawZAeZo4i3t-mSSeb7Sg0T_YfG_cqlJS6WGGh7LUtm27JZPzIsCvfdTBTylf2OzkJNCuAOrETmFwmEIcDJmWpiFj7hL7PtBIYkGeehewfqQ/s1600-h/Open.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321679557167833362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNuR-w0fAoJnbmy7FEjqiFc3T54dp1oDVawZAeZo4i3t-mSSeb7Sg0T_YfG_cqlJS6WGGh7LUtm27JZPzIsCvfdTBTylf2OzkJNCuAOrETmFwmEIcDJmWpiFj7hL7PtBIYkGeehewfqQ/s320/Open.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This tulip was open and almost past its prime. But I think I captured the details so well, I want to show it off! </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-54033364112448282162009-04-07T20:42:00.002-04:002009-04-07T20:43:43.369-04:00#103 Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgY2GYd9tT3tH7KDJ59TOJWVzFCreTtcUN_kRtbFO9qbK-O26JFQVjnyocQytP5Wg-IxXZdhXPcGu-N-G7vdFOTBNSJ5FdsjLHDEQJTfU03pYJcAYpvcenFtz77lMNwZqhVWehJUDi-8E/s1600-h/Flower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322114754343306498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgY2GYd9tT3tH7KDJ59TOJWVzFCreTtcUN_kRtbFO9qbK-O26JFQVjnyocQytP5Wg-IxXZdhXPcGu-N-G7vdFOTBNSJ5FdsjLHDEQJTfU03pYJcAYpvcenFtz77lMNwZqhVWehJUDi-8E/s320/Flower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-1419254691561244062009-04-07T18:16:00.000-04:002009-04-07T18:16:00.513-04:00#19 Chair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsTSTajhSQcHHuCu1L_Fv2wLNJAhv-zP6SSClFmosKSSIbgcoYvY8cUTJY7KMWnkd9K_lsRCcUIKMhjJOjRFnFRns6JZMYpeqHLKOtrfZRNVJf69vl-pNqyCPxuFQc5uSGPytjyhi3nE/s1600-h/Chair+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322019909916820258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsTSTajhSQcHHuCu1L_Fv2wLNJAhv-zP6SSClFmosKSSIbgcoYvY8cUTJY7KMWnkd9K_lsRCcUIKMhjJOjRFnFRns6JZMYpeqHLKOtrfZRNVJf69vl-pNqyCPxuFQc5uSGPytjyhi3nE/s320/Chair+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> I would love this to be my yard. I could see myself sitting in these chairs looking at this view every day for hours. I caught this picture during the NC Azalea Festival Garden tour. If you have a spare million, the house next door was for sale for 1,495,000 dollars. <br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-14112608373322997942009-04-07T17:47:00.002-04:002009-04-07T17:47:00.312-04:00#256 Reflections<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMO0U2UlP1LCd-IX9ABiXmK_bAtJRFqgZnVsAgXxl-0LhJN0ebDgfNcGDcwN9K_8ETj45HYGfyepVpWU4qZRszItmxxZbDfpuv6i2P66CFTLx7l_2Ork2crSUDjnW2DGFQy0Lc9aa_5c/s1600-h/Reflections2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321667529951192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMO0U2UlP1LCd-IX9ABiXmK_bAtJRFqgZnVsAgXxl-0LhJN0ebDgfNcGDcwN9K_8ETj45HYGfyepVpWU4qZRszItmxxZbDfpuv6i2P66CFTLx7l_2Ork2crSUDjnW2DGFQy0Lc9aa_5c/s320/Reflections2.jpg" border="0" /></a> This little guy kept swimming closer and closer to me. I knew he was looking a snack; but all I wanted to do was take his picture. I found him swimming in a retaining pond in a subdivision in Wilminton. <br /><div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5659677676133455046.post-59151453273277328932009-04-07T05:55:00.000-04:002009-04-07T05:55:00.255-04:00#296 Song Lyrics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJVM0mouORzEjYGsl-vboRJEz0SUqwSUe3V274_VAPePrwuxHZ3YzIt6Te_u0BYC79H7CMdxwTvokvLpj6YTBDMB3PNdKMR53OsdZ2qQHy5vec-EXUpGLpXuX2_zEyBXDSnzxRn5Oql8/s1600-h/Song+Lyrics.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321685719868155506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJVM0mouORzEjYGsl-vboRJEz0SUqwSUe3V274_VAPePrwuxHZ3YzIt6Te_u0BYC79H7CMdxwTvokvLpj6YTBDMB3PNdKMR53OsdZ2qQHy5vec-EXUpGLpXuX2_zEyBXDSnzxRn5Oql8/s320/Song+Lyrics.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Hey, you, get off my cloud!" </div><div>I caught this cormorant flying in to knock this pelican off his piling. The pelican wasn't having none of it. He told that bird to find someone else to knock off or maybe...pick on someone your own size!</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028973081159273505noreply@blogger.com4