tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197984312024-03-07T15:27:16.963-08:00JeffreyHolt.comNews about the Holt family in the Texas Hill Country, the latest things that tick me off.hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.comBlogger404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-30232379898746961272014-11-17T09:39:00.001-08:002014-11-17T09:39:03.199-08:00Blue Mountaion Original Nitro Poter<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Excellent beer. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPjFQ-vvZRnIJvz9CKyNfygQASrusfuKcyo44mbUgARWSjeNGYm6yvFjgz1omy21Ufptd1Nf_C9__5l3raCLePbH_OrrKFHbqwSa59GPjsYu7zCwQ1QhQRVqSvL5dhG4ZpM-mTWg/s640/blogger-image-2011637670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPjFQ-vvZRnIJvz9CKyNfygQASrusfuKcyo44mbUgARWSjeNGYm6yvFjgz1omy21Ufptd1Nf_C9__5l3raCLePbH_OrrKFHbqwSa59GPjsYu7zCwQ1QhQRVqSvL5dhG4ZpM-mTWg/s640/blogger-image-2011637670.jpg"></a></div>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0Americas (null)38.015681 -78.821824tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-1161873920195951422014-11-11T11:00:00.000-08:002014-11-11T11:00:01.927-08:00Happy Veterans Day!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3006/116/1600/afghan04.0.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3006/116/320/afghan04.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
This is a picture of my cousin Gary and his unit in Afghanistan in 2002-2003. Gary retired from the Army shortly after returning home. A couple of his buddies took a second tour and gave their lives in Afghanistan. Take a few moments today to thank a veteran.<br />
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Thanks, T! We're proud of you!hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-54333270203137544422012-02-21T08:19:00.001-08:002012-02-21T08:19:10.345-08:005 oz sparge?<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrQ7e2KnZG_nbP5cLNc6sddmUTTUN5CC0Hd2ksU-Iwge8rSzNyN77PcKWMGsURg1hB6vnXJh2-WG4h7AAYoYiDy-qi4OpZN81RWMZkYhb9aP6WWa-74vtZiWxaENQpZeUPvpKWA/s640/blogger-image--1305995071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrQ7e2KnZG_nbP5cLNc6sddmUTTUN5CC0Hd2ksU-Iwge8rSzNyN77PcKWMGsURg1hB6vnXJh2-WG4h7AAYoYiDy-qi4OpZN81RWMZkYhb9aP6WWa-74vtZiWxaENQpZeUPvpKWA/s640/blogger-image--1305995071.jpg" /></a></div>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-67865242602328991822011-12-16T14:26:00.001-08:002011-12-16T14:26:18.447-08:00An Afternoon in KerrvilleHaving Victory Yakima Glory. I used to be skeptical about Cascadian Dark Ales as a distinct beer style. Maybe I thought it was heresy to proclaim a new style in defiance of BJCP guidelines. <br />
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Who cares? I like CDAs. This one is good. My favorite, though, is Hop in the Dark by Deschutes. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29NrfieUZG_hgQ8Jfr6a1B5r1KqzdfI_4rz9xqkdzcMhLuFMx2oJ9gDzChXHx-j8yJ0k4eMrJ3q9ekj39vWb050nDLw_JCwr8XNxplcZPrjFdnCWWvUmP68DqQHZBaB8fd1XXkw/s640/blogger-image--1823368406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29NrfieUZG_hgQ8Jfr6a1B5r1KqzdfI_4rz9xqkdzcMhLuFMx2oJ9gDzChXHx-j8yJ0k4eMrJ3q9ekj39vWb050nDLw_JCwr8XNxplcZPrjFdnCWWvUmP68DqQHZBaB8fd1XXkw/s640/blogger-image--1823368406.jpg" /></a></div>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-322492908385158932010-05-31T17:00:00.000-07:002010-05-31T04:41:38.912-07:00Memorial Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKslBeyrWFSynP-6Mt5mnowbyj_pbnHnW-eeFCCsCKlLxE_YMAmQEVbwCsbrMeZ04t5f_y4n78AShkizDHgpoKo7u7-OcXTerirEQy2aGmDDmfUDzBn3CZESw1O2FLHk7C6hLKg/s1600-h/tcemetery.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKslBeyrWFSynP-6Mt5mnowbyj_pbnHnW-eeFCCsCKlLxE_YMAmQEVbwCsbrMeZ04t5f_y4n78AShkizDHgpoKo7u7-OcXTerirEQy2aGmDDmfUDzBn3CZESw1O2FLHk7C6hLKg/s400/tcemetery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339915962129411346" /></a>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-60117860079844354752010-03-15T08:07:00.000-07:002010-03-15T08:12:32.866-07:00Peter Graves - 1926-2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5RFGMX83N1-zQi7YegQtrglcKNIkE_5DtPQn6ulhb9qIHGWpbH7OmQyYazKVE94sH2jpVzeg5IZkWGPdzv2AcglidiAxWK2AXwmFJL6soPZkeWVx_uOPap66XhzWWA4Xkm8JpA/s1600-h/airplane-hagerty-patterson-nielsen-graves.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5RFGMX83N1-zQi7YegQtrglcKNIkE_5DtPQn6ulhb9qIHGWpbH7OmQyYazKVE94sH2jpVzeg5IZkWGPdzv2AcglidiAxWK2AXwmFJL6soPZkeWVx_uOPap66XhzWWA4Xkm8JpA/s200/airplane-hagerty-patterson-nielsen-graves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448878556401094706" /></a><br /><p>Clarence has clearance. What's his vector, Victor? Godspeed Captain Oveur, over.</p><br /><p>I remember Peter Graves better as Jim Phelps from Mission: Impossible, though.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-62783431826772336012010-03-02T09:55:00.000-08:002010-03-02T09:56:07.510-08:00Texas Independence Day<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/19814254@N00/12211200/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/9/12211200_3b283986c5_o.jpg" width="400" height="194" alt="Alamo2" /></a><br />Commandancy of the Alamo<br />Bexar, Feby. 24th 1836<br /><br />To the People of Texas & all Americans in the world --<br /><br />Fellow citizens & compatriots -- <br /><br />I am besieged by a thousand or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna -- <br /><br />I have sustained a continual Bombardment & cannonade for 24 hours & have not lost a man -- <br /><br />The enemy has demanded a surrender at discretion, otherwise, the garrison are to be put to the sword, if the fort is taken -- <br /><br />I have answered the demand with a cannon shot, & our flag still waves proudly from the walls -- <br /><br />I shall never surrender or retreat. <br /><br />Then, I call on you in the name of Liberty, of patriotism & everything dear to the American character, to come to our aid, with all dispatch -- <br /><br />The enemy is receiving reinforcements daily & will no doubt increase to three or four thousand in four or five days. If this call is neglected, I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible & die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country --<br /><br />Victory or Death.<br /><br />William Barret Travis<br />Lt. Col. Comdt.<br /><br />P.S. The Lord is on our side -- When the enemy appeared in sight we had not three bushels of corn -- We have since found in deserted houses 80 or 90 bushels & got into the walls 20 or 30 heads of Beeves.<br />Travishiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-59408121040712752572010-02-22T07:18:00.000-08:002010-02-22T07:34:37.143-08:00Wasting Away<p>A couple of months ago I broke our scale. Or, I should say that the scale could not read my weight. The little disk of numbers just kept spinning, the numbers a blur. I told everyone I weighed "Gray."</p><br /><p>Mom felt sorry for me and bought a scale that went to 350#. I don't think she understood the problem. It wasn't that the scale wouldn't read my weight, it's that I was fat.</p><br /><p>So I started skipping the best food on the face of the planet: the sausage roll with cheese at the bakery next to the office. A link of sausage sprinkled with cheddar cheese and wrapped in fresh bread dough and baked until golden! And if fresh, the grease from the sausage would collect in the bottom of the roll, and be a perfect finish to a perfect food! Mmm!</p><br /><p>But after buying a size 52 suit, I decided that enough was enough. I start each day with a little cup of yogurt and a piece of fruit. Sometimes, I'll add a serving of a dried cereal to the yogurt and slice the banana into the yogurt, just for variety. At lunch I'll have a fairly large meal, and a smaller one in the evening.</p><br /><p>I think the biggest change, though, is how much beer I drink. Instead of laying under the tap until it runs out every night, I now limit myself to two glasses. And I use 10 ounce sample glasses that I bought in Oakland at The Brewing Network Anniversary Party. So instead of 32 or 40 ounces a night, I drink 20.</p><br /><p>The weekend, or whenever my days off fall, however, there is no beer limit. I still try to eat sensibly, but what's the point of brewing beer if I can't drink it?</p><br /><p>If the new scale is to be beleived, I started at 320. I don't think that's right,because two days later I weighed 299 pounds. Today I weighed and clocked it at 290. I'm losing 2-3 pounds a week. At this rate, by this time next year I'll 200 pounds. I don't think I have weighed 200 pounds since college.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-11005681743878339262010-01-09T06:25:00.000-08:002010-01-09T08:25:22.181-08:00Mark Gimenez "The Perk"<p>I just finished Mark Gimenez' <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Foffer-listing%2F1847440711%3Fie%3DUTF8%26ref_%3Ddp%255Folp%255Fused%26condition%3Dused&tag=jeffreyholtco-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=390957">The Perk</a><img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jeffreyholtco-20&l=ur2&o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />and I am conflicted. The book is set here in Fredericksburg, but it's not my Fredericksburg. It's a difficult book to get. It hasn't been published in the US and I think you will see why shortly.</p><br /><p>The first sentence reads "She was posing outside the limo with a dozen other girls, like illegal Mexicans waiting for work on L.A. street corners." Which is perfect because that's what the book is about.</p><br /><p>A "Perk" is, in Hollywood parlance, a perk of the job. It can be free booze, a stretch limo, or willing young girls to sleep with.</p><br /><p>The Perk the book is titled after is Heidi Geisel. Heidi is a sixteen year old German girl. She's so eager to leave her hometown of Fredericksburg that she goes to Austin during the New Years' South By Southwest Film Festival (the first of many divergences from reality) to seduce stars to get a screen test. Her dream is cut short when she's found dead on New Years Day just outside of town.</p><br /><p>Four years later, Beck Hardin returns to Fredericksburg. Twenty-four years ago, after his mother's death, Beck was so desperate to leave his German hometown that he accepted a Notre Dame scholarship and became a lawyer in Chicago. After his wife died of cancer, her returns to Fredericksburg to get his father's help to raise his kids. He runs for county judge, and wins because there is a particularly nasty case coming up: The star Football player who will lead Fredericksburg High to a championship assaulted a Hispanic kid. Prosecuting will end the championship run. Not prosecuting will get "the Mexicans all riled up," as one character put it.</p> <p>The whole book is about this case, with the search for Heidi's killer the B plot. Which makes me wonder why it's called "The Perk"? It should have been titled "Them Damn Racist Germans" or "Them Damn Illegal Mexicans".</p><br /><p>See, Gimenez seems to believe, or at least his Fredericksburg friends believe, that all the Hispanics in Fredericksburg, except the children (who were born here to give the illegal parents an "anchor") are illegal. And all it takes is a Federal raid to get rid of them all. They are even able to bulldoze "The Barrio". And the book ends with a Fredericksburg with almost no Hispanics.</p><br /><p>Gimenez also believes that the Germans in Fredericksburg have formed a secret cabal to keep things the same as they have always been. While there is an element of truth to that, here it's greatly exaggerated. It reminds me of a Lone Ranger episode where the first sheep farmer comes into cattle country, with Beck Hardin as the Lone Ranger come to bring peace between the parties. But actual peace is achieved simply by deporting the Hispanics, which is probably why the book hasn't been published in the US.</p><br /><p>Ultimately, though, the book doesn't pay off for me. The titular plot line isn't actually resolved. The killer never brought to justice, although he does get what's coming to him. But that all happens in the last couple of chapters.</p><br /><p>Whatever you do, don't read this book and expect an exact depiction of Fredericksburg and it's citizens.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-74330893132023003762010-01-05T11:53:00.000-08:002010-01-05T11:55:09.594-08:00Dad is MadLast night Dad's cousin Nita Jim called and talked for 45 minutes. Normally she would call Ann. After he hung up, he said, "Ann Gale, they're calling ME now!" I think Ann would've liked that.hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-49207681167433068552009-12-24T02:55:00.000-08:002009-12-24T16:45:24.432-08:00Christmas Eve Gift!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3006/116/1600/xmasgift.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3006/116/400/xmasgift.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p>Ha! I win again!</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-29519978126548319702009-11-09T07:09:00.000-08:002009-11-09T07:14:56.739-08:00Basin Brewers Kegerator CrawlOver Halloween weekend, I went out to Midland and participated in the <a href="http://www.basinbrewers.org" target="new">Basin Brewers</a> Kegerator Crawl. They hired a van and a designated driver and hit three stops. We finished up at Gary's house about 1 am. Just to show you how old I am, I got sleepy before I got drunk. I felt sorry for Gary. He had to go to work that morning. I didn't feel sorry enough for him to go with him. I stayed at his house and took several naps. You can find some of my pictures at my <a href="http://homebrewer2005.blogspot.com" target="new">brewing blog</a>.hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-60242125031162995812009-09-21T14:16:00.001-07:002009-09-21T14:19:41.834-07:00I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaX7Cf24bSyMr3UnUNL63Y4T4ET0pmZ7cTdUPWFaoTZHH962wnoTCqNhf3_RwyG7A-1fSo_qZtmZ7eMC1zY-Bwtx3mzBEJKdAcbDgUBRQRbBxTVdEUFihhhwkVHhU04aKNhCszg/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"><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/AVvXsEidaX7Cf24bSyMr3UnUNL63Y4T4ET0pmZ7cTdUPWFaoTZHH962wnoTCqNhf3_RwyG7A-1fSo_qZtmZ7eMC1zY-Bwtx3mzBEJKdAcbDgUBRQRbBxTVdEUFihhhwkVHhU04aKNhCszg/s400/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384032832958687938" /></a><br /><p>Ann Gale (Holt) Turner, of Voss, passed away Thursday evening, September 10 at Hendrick Medical Center in Abilene.</p><br /><p>Ann Gale Holt was born January 27, 1937 at the old Sealy Hospital in Santa Anna. Ann's parents were the late Claudia (Bull) Holt and Roger Holt. Ann's mother died of breast cancer when Ann was a teen-ager, at which time she and her two brothers came to live with their aunt and uncle - Welton and Audrey Holt at Gouldbusk. After having attended school at Santa Anna, Bangs, Wylie and several others - Ann graduated from Mozelle High School with the class of 1955. Ann has been very active in the planning and conduct of homecoming events for the Mozelle Schools and missed very few school activities at Panther Creek, even after her children all graduated. She then went on to graduate from the Hendrick/Hardin-Simmons School of Nursing and became an RN in 1958.</p><br /><p>On September 28, 1958, she married Bob Turner at the Welton Holt home at Gouldbusk. Ann was an active practicing RN until retirement in 2004. She still kept her RN license active and participated in all the required continuing educational programs, even after retirement. During that time she served as Director of Nursing and taught LVN classes at the Coleman Hospital. She then worked several years as office nurse for J.D. Duke, M.D. in Coleman. Ann also worked over 20 years as school nurse at Panther Creek/Mozelle/Talpa-Centennial schools as well as over 20 years as the school nurse at the Lohn schools in McCulloch County. During this same time frame, she was also working in several nursing capacities at both Holiday Hill and Coleman Care Center (Leisure Lodge at that time) - to include consulting RN.</p><br /><p>Ann and Bob have three grown sons - Gary of Midland - Sam and wife Mary Jo of Denton and Darrell and his wife Leslie of Dexter, New Mexico. She had seven grandchildren - Bailey, Cassidy and JoLea of Dexter, NM and Samantha, Garrett, Grant and Abigale of Denton. Her grandchildren were the apple of her eye, her only regret being that they didn't live close enough to see as often as she wished. Ann and Bob celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in 2008 - and only lacked 18 days reaching their 51st anniversary.</p><br /><p>She has fought a long and courageous battle with cancer - the first of which began in 1990 - then with breast cancer being diagnosed early in 2004. Since that time she has been under constant treatment - radiation, chemotherapy, and even an experimental program. She became the poster girl for what a positive attitude and not giving up can do in prolonging quality life for all those who were close enough to observe. Ann, being a nurse herself, was not one to "shop for doctors" and was convinced that her Oncologist - Ralph Heaven, M.D. and the staff of doctors and nurses at Hendrick were the world's finest.</p><br /><p>Ann is survived by her husband, Bob; her three sons and seven grandchildren, as well as her two brothers, Jerry and wife Bennie of Fredericksburg, Texas, Donn and wife Ann of Fredericksburg, Virginia, as well as numerous uncles, aunts, cousins and a host of really special friends. She was preceded in death by her mother and father, Claudia and Roger Holt, her aunt and uncle Welton and Audrey Holt, all her grandparents, and several aunts, uncles and cousins.</p><br /><p>Ann's funeral service will be held 2:00 p.m. Sunday, September 13 at the First United Methodist Church, 500 W. Liveoak, Coleman. Burial will follow in the Voss Cemetery under the direction of Stevens Funeral Home, 400 W. Pecan, Coleman.</p><br /><p>Family visitation will be held 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. Saturday at Stevens Funeral Home.</p><br /><p>Memorials may be made to Hendrick Hospice, 1682 Hickory, Abilene, Texas 79601, Gouldbusk United Methodist Church, c/o Terrye Nanny, 6775 FM 1026, Gouldbusk, Texas 76845, Voss Community Center, c/o David Pate, 38 CR 340, Voss, Texas 76888; Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, attention: Donor Services, P. O. Box 650309, Dallas, Texas 75265-0309.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-28358223713222619592009-09-02T15:15:00.001-07:002009-09-02T15:16:12.316-07:00Sam Houston Quote<p>"If I could build a wall from the Red River to the Rio Grande, so high that no Indian could scale it, the white people would go crazy trying to get beyond it." - Sam Houston</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-76639821974259576902009-07-30T16:22:00.000-07:002009-07-30T16:29:36.807-07:00My new shades<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9JqScSyAsAkxD6jK-PM_CPjx_jCgedyLxHFYRP_liETc1EqPu97pEh-1oeLUI6Dz_pD3lC1TMdRIVe1AONxK_LSR46psSryx1Y3NPcuz-52R64dU8Boa1rC7qNl97UknziQpFw/s1600-h/gargoyles.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9JqScSyAsAkxD6jK-PM_CPjx_jCgedyLxHFYRP_liETc1EqPu97pEh-1oeLUI6Dz_pD3lC1TMdRIVe1AONxK_LSR46psSryx1Y3NPcuz-52R64dU8Boa1rC7qNl97UknziQpFw/s400/gargoyles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364399396426095922" /></a><br /><p>While en route to NHC 2007 in Denver, my three year old pair of Gargoyles (Classic 85s, thank you very much), broke in the center. I bought a new pair in Downtown Denver at a small, independent sunglass store. The owner told me she carries that particular style because it is popular with the police officers in the area.</p><br /><p>A couple of weeks ago, while packing to come home from Ann & Bob's house in Voss, my Denver shades broke in the middle. As soon as I got home, I did a Google search to find the cheapest pair of Gargoyle 85s I could find. What do you think?</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-55351832590635889272009-07-24T15:12:00.001-07:002009-07-24T15:12:29.126-07:00Mission From God 2009<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtOfUhl8UT4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtOfUhl8UT4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-37668965441921899502009-05-27T08:35:00.000-07:002009-05-27T08:36:59.636-07:00Hanging a swing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mVWYS0Jna-DDjZpGYbmzwS-iDy359rNlZzN545L3T6_LspB260ofZaKbIth9fGLvnuAz3pGLVjMmVZvZXlSa-I7AxMuWZO6sR9pB8vbE89MrzXclhbIxRQiouXOCclWbl_0idw/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mVWYS0Jna-DDjZpGYbmzwS-iDy359rNlZzN545L3T6_LspB260ofZaKbIth9fGLvnuAz3pGLVjMmVZvZXlSa-I7AxMuWZO6sR9pB8vbE89MrzXclhbIxRQiouXOCclWbl_0idw/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340528023725158194" /></a><br />On Sunday, we, and by we I mean everyone but me, hung a new swing for the boys to use.hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-70813945837559561512009-05-10T05:36:00.000-07:002009-05-10T05:39:10.084-07:00Newest Additions to the Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63FU4ADGDnu65Oyj8Zbf-agZnqVkMJaCgjxSGplFaHvRAbj6REwKuXk3aAR6qpDo0ts3EhGGhdWVUe8iMZUvhbSeQ45aGpNLz_w6CdYvyvmdOLF6j02RvSVXLvMzb6qa7ETFfjQ/s1600-h/P1000066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63FU4ADGDnu65Oyj8Zbf-agZnqVkMJaCgjxSGplFaHvRAbj6REwKuXk3aAR6qpDo0ts3EhGGhdWVUe8iMZUvhbSeQ45aGpNLz_w6CdYvyvmdOLF6j02RvSVXLvMzb6qa7ETFfjQ/s400/P1000066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334173709384346498" /></a><br />A wren made a nest on some open shelves on the back porch. Apparently, the babies are hungry.hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-89850813607009823902009-04-10T06:12:00.000-07:002009-04-10T06:14:41.854-07:00Not This Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3mPmUqOqzD4k5TfLAgWTExZ_INs6qcQV-EU6QwFNUvF0EJFh3tLfpsllOO6Rw_ywB1gUiv3kmbkZRk5kIWi_Q_JxVXOPGpm1Zy0i-gGMb3NVrOLY85T4LSgbJ6lE1gkre0iYUQ/s1600-h/P1000008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3mPmUqOqzD4k5TfLAgWTExZ_INs6qcQV-EU6QwFNUvF0EJFh3tLfpsllOO6Rw_ywB1gUiv3kmbkZRk5kIWi_Q_JxVXOPGpm1Zy0i-gGMb3NVrOLY85T4LSgbJ6lE1gkre0iYUQ/s400/P1000008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050372567873090" /></a><br /><p>I'm still trying to figure out an easy way to do bluebonnets.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-20112250803220470122009-03-20T06:09:00.000-07:002009-04-10T06:12:41.096-07:00Christmas Eve Snow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrDR_y8oaJjzpxRr9v7rTIgbznD-LwCJLOlbw6SikVKsP95tv1C7O91uBzO6kIxAayuUNXaSKF2se0y_9DnRMxwxbCujtp9RNz1dqGaLmKdifU3Zc8q_679FTrhJKemRL59mFSw/s1600-h/P1000025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrDR_y8oaJjzpxRr9v7rTIgbznD-LwCJLOlbw6SikVKsP95tv1C7O91uBzO6kIxAayuUNXaSKF2se0y_9DnRMxwxbCujtp9RNz1dqGaLmKdifU3Zc8q_679FTrhJKemRL59mFSw/s400/P1000025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323049797447729250" /></a>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-81584814709015970582009-03-10T06:05:00.000-07:002009-04-10T06:09:29.278-07:00Majestic Waterfall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kNJkq6u73vahHJcfleuAlpMHSDQQmJjtH5bVlejbqEra7BSO2no4I92kX97FCQqTiWs74vRoA9OTbrj4RSk40wm8IiPywMpdHSaw40gyMvetdhFLwL-g9iKmh-nxfgDr6kMHPA/s1600-h/P1000020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kNJkq6u73vahHJcfleuAlpMHSDQQmJjtH5bVlejbqEra7BSO2no4I92kX97FCQqTiWs74vRoA9OTbrj4RSk40wm8IiPywMpdHSaw40gyMvetdhFLwL-g9iKmh-nxfgDr6kMHPA/s400/P1000020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323049002342385346" /></a><br /><p>This was inspired by a painting I saw on Antique Road Show.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-15475662388257434892009-02-09T17:14:00.000-08:002009-02-09T17:21:44.180-08:00FDR Didn't solve the Depression, dammit!<p>The Obamessiah just said that people were saying that were critical of FDR's Depression plans, drawing a clear parallel between FDR and The One. The implication that Obamessiah gave was that FDR ended the depression. According to my teachers in grade school, high school and college, World War II ended the depression. Is The One suggesting that FDR ended the Great Depression?</p><br /><p>Or is The One suggesting that he will make all US manufacturing do nothing but build things for the government. . .Awww crap! We outsourced all that. Thanks, Sam Walton, for driving corporations to move their manufacturing to China.</p.hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-39599915203906630542009-01-07T05:08:00.001-08:002009-01-07T05:17:29.971-08:00Happy New Year!<p>Well another New Year has arrived, and suddenly we're all back at work like Christmas never happened. At <a href="www.fbglodging.com" target="new">Gästehaus Schmidt</a> the phones have slowed down, and we often find ourselves staring at each other. Although, the boss wants to upgrade the online reservations software, which means yet another upgrade to the web server.</p><br /><p>Dad's back on the route, with an extra kid, and mom is still slaving away at the hospital.</p><br /><p>Rodney and Jeanne report that the foster kids who were at the reunion got new parents and have been adopted. Relieved that that is over, they will not be taking any more foster kids, and will instead be trying to get Katie out of high school so they can have the house to themselves, since Brandon is at Texas Tech now.</p><br /><p>Sean and Joanne stop by every few weeks to let us play with the boys. Aidan is walking now, and has the biggest dimples. Sean said he didn't know where the dimples came from, so we showed him a picture of Aunt Audrey. "That's where they're from!" he exclaimed.</p><br /><p>We all hope everyone had a great new year and we hope to see you all soon.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-12462282031005121252008-11-27T06:32:00.001-08:002008-11-27T06:34:01.038-08:00Happy Thanksgiving!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LpQ8rEAVb4Wotu-AEiQc_XFh-5l7rCUguYAI-KLZd7rl-ZNbd04gGH3ACX3KwrzU092z71pqGVe7F7rOfOiPwLl42RiDKRJI3eEjtSYUZUIN1P8QXvWxEwUZVBU2esxRgp85kQ/s1600-h/daboys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LpQ8rEAVb4Wotu-AEiQc_XFh-5l7rCUguYAI-KLZd7rl-ZNbd04gGH3ACX3KwrzU092z71pqGVe7F7rOfOiPwLl42RiDKRJI3eEjtSYUZUIN1P8QXvWxEwUZVBU2esxRgp85kQ/s400/daboys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273345301320978642" /></a><br /><p>This wasn't actually taken today. It was taken last weekend.</p>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798431.post-16769487073477536662008-09-12T06:11:00.000-07:002008-09-12T06:12:15.507-07:00Mountain Sunrise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ-mVjLhfK4cAzlrikWt5OW-EH4U0p59jb55QzSalPYs-rBJCVnDqNdMgA6Ot0w2nM7ueho09nMnOvDBSLSwu6QvxXU9AnaWuHjdeOy5XimbwVOR-nFN_bg0SK5Llt5P_U8G78w/s1600-h/Mountain+Sunrise.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ-mVjLhfK4cAzlrikWt5OW-EH4U0p59jb55QzSalPYs-rBJCVnDqNdMgA6Ot0w2nM7ueho09nMnOvDBSLSwu6QvxXU9AnaWuHjdeOy5XimbwVOR-nFN_bg0SK5Llt5P_U8G78w/s400/Mountain+Sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245121974524934402" /></a>hiikeebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546094181276790786noreply@blogger.com0