tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13771585352719738422024-03-12T19:10:18.223-07:00Will Blog For RootbeerMr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-65853444336989698002011-02-06T19:10:00.000-08:002011-02-06T19:19:52.413-08:00All Forgiven<a href="http://globalhiphopbattles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Green-Bay-Packers-vs-Pittsburgh-Steelers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 456px; height: 154px;" src="http://globalhiphopbattles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Green-Bay-Packers-vs-Pittsburgh-Steelers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, for the past 2 years, I have been brooding about my Cardinals losing against the Steelers in the last two minutes of a game. All is forgiven! Thank you Green Bay for beating the Steelers. Thank you for making their quarterback look like an amateur. Thank you for giving them hope in the last two minutes of the game, and then dashing it against the rocks. Thank you for fulfilling the small bit of revenge I had harbored deep inside. I can rest easy!<br /><br />Now then...back to class work. I started my Masters courses at NAU in January. Since then I have had the following schedule. I work from 6:30 to 4:30 at the school. This includes waking up, getting dressed, yadda yadda. At 4:30, I start to get my materials ready for the next day. I come home and get started on school work, mixed in with house work. This goes from about 5:00 to 9:30, with dinner mixed in. At 9:30, I put away my books and think about the homework that I need to grade. IF I'm lucky, there will be some time during the next days prep to get it done. If not, I will have to let it stack up until Friday, when I plan on being done with my masters courses for that week. This repeats on Monday and Tuesday. On Wednesday I come home, eat dinner, and go to my church meetings until 8:30. I am the ward secretary and assistant clerk. I come home and post to my discussions, which I actually need to do right now. IF I don't, I will need to read through 70 posts tomorrow, instead of just 35.<br /><br />On Thursday I do more class work, on Friday I try to finish my classwork, and on Saturday I do my grading, lesson plans, and housework that I didn't get to during the week.<br /><br />So, if I don't post, I apologize. I have some other stuff on my mind.Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-87555758228335743052011-01-02T19:52:00.000-08:002011-01-02T20:05:42.930-08:00Christmas VacationI tried to blog the twelve days of Christmas<br />and couldn't finish the post<br />I guess that song just can't be finished<br />as it is longer than most<br /><br />I taught some attourneys how to use a Smart Board<br />for the most part they did well<br />although spending three hours with me<br />could have been their personal hell<br /><br />Amy and I had two amazing Christmas dinners<br />with the parents, Linda, Zach, Elizabeth, and Bill<br />after having that much food the question must be asked<br />who will need a stomach pump, I know that I will<br /><br />I didn't step into the classroom<br />trying to avoid all of my work<br />I'm sure that I'll be really stressed out<br />when an avalanche of stuff results from my shirk<br /><br />Amy and I went down to the valley<br />to spend New Years with Pat and the Copes<br />We had a great time playing games and talking<br />such a wonderful way to begin a new year with new hopes<br /><br />So now is the time to get back to work<br />no more time for vacation, but that is alright<br />cause in this new year we have a chance to complete<br />any set goal with all of our might<br /><br />Happy New Year!Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-51879887245331217392011-01-02T19:51:00.000-08:002011-01-02T19:52:03.182-08:0012 Days of Christmas Break FinaleYeah...I never finish the song either!Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-23881356574810513282010-12-24T06:58:00.001-08:002010-12-24T07:10:46.363-08:0012 Days of Christmas BreakOn the fifth day of Christmas Break<br />You would have seen Amy and me<br />at dinner with my family<br />being really lazy<br />looking at Christmas lights<br />painting stuff for Amy<br />and watching Tron with my daddy<br /><br /><a href="http://www.saidaonline.com/en/newsgfx/christmas_eve.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.saidaonline.com/en/newsgfx/christmas_eve.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-65300096128070153702010-12-24T06:53:00.000-08:002010-12-24T06:58:29.508-08:0012 Days of Christmas BreakOn the fourth day of Christmas Break<br />I spent the day inside<br />being as lazy as I could be<br />watching Christmas lights in Holbrook<br />painting presents for Amy<br />and seeing Tron with my daddy<br /><br /><a href="http://hushrecruiter.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/funny-pictures-cat-is-lazy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://hushrecruiter.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/funny-pictures-cat-is-lazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-62232814250493397912010-12-24T06:47:00.000-08:002010-12-24T06:53:34.787-08:0012 Days of Christmas BreakOn the third day of Christmas Break<br />We went to go and see<br />Christmas lights in Holbrook<br />Painting presents for Amy<br />And watching Tron with my Daddy<br /><br /><a href="http://www.christmaslightsetc.com/images/productdetail/C7_LED_Multi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.christmaslightsetc.com/images/productdetail/C7_LED_Multi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-22019460337197229392010-12-22T05:36:00.001-08:002010-12-22T05:42:19.802-08:0012 Days of Christmas BreakOn the second day of Christmas Break<br />You would have found me<br />Painting presents for Amy<br />and watching Tron with my daddy<br /><br /><a href="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/78872-Messy-Caucasian-Cartoon-Artist-Painter-With-A-Brush-And-Palette.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 138px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/78872-Messy-Caucasian-Cartoon-Artist-Painter-With-A-Brush-And-Palette.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-3349286059587061252010-12-21T06:21:00.000-08:002010-12-21T06:25:18.233-08:0012 Days of Christmas BreakOn the first day of Christmas Break<br />I got to go see<br />Tron Legacy with my daddy<br /><br /><a href="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/46/tron_legacy_poster_10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 720px;" src="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/46/tron_legacy_poster_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-41778840184538643912010-12-16T05:45:00.001-08:002010-12-16T05:51:24.954-08:00Lying on the CouchDon't get me wrong, cause I'm no slouch<br />but I love to lie here on the couch<br />I sit and fix my rosters for football fantasy<br />and ignore the urgent need to pee<br />for I know that when I arise<br />my body will no longer believe my lies<br />of staying here on my couch<br />and acting like a great big slouch<br /><br />Alas, the day must start and I must too<br />for who else will teach in that zoo<br />I know that I must get up to shower<br />but every second it is growing harder<br />cause lying here shares so many joys<br />I can watch tv or play with toys<br />and though the clock continues to run<br />I can't get up, for I'm having so much fun<br /><br />So now, I post and put the computer up<br />whine a lot, like a new born pup<br />get undressed, hey...now we're risque<br />jump in the shower, no more time to play<br />kiss the wife and head off to school<br />start the day, try not to be a fool<br />and dream of a time when I was acting like a slouch<br />enjoying my morning, lying on the couchMr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-81776808240082008422010-10-19T06:23:00.000-07:002010-10-19T06:52:19.924-07:00VilliansI might come off as a little cruel, but I love fictional villians. If I were to play a part in a movie, I would want to be a bad guy. Favorite character in Star Wars has and always will be the stormtrooper. The book that I want to write is actually going to be entitled <em>VILLIAN</em>. When I sit down and watch an action movie, I secretly find myself rooting for the villian. Why do I have this obsession...I don't know! All I know is that I go a little soft for a man/woman who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty and take care of business.<br /><br />However, not all villians are created the same. There are some who are weak characters...unable to pull of the big heist or crime because they break rules. Now I know what you might be thinking...villians don't have rules, right? Wrong! There are several rules that a villian can not break if they want to do well. As I have nothing to blog about today, I will be discussing one of my favorite villians, and the rules that he broke!<br /><br /><a href="http://thereisnobox.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/darth_vader_iphone_upgrade.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 647px;" src="http://thereisnobox.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/darth_vader_iphone_upgrade.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No villianous list is complete without the original Vader. Darth Vader is one of the most amazing villians in the world. His trick is easilly explained! He makes you root for him. As you go through the movie you begin to realize that there is something behind the mask. Something that makes you want him to succeed. When you find out he is Luke's daddy, you know what is was and then you hope, as Luke does, that he will turn away from the dark side. And, wouldn't you know it, he ends up turning away from the emperor and saving Luke. So, point goes to Vader!<br /><br />Another reason Vader is awesome...he can use the force. It is your basic X-Man power, lift things with nothing but your mind, strangle subordinates, yadda yadda. His power seems to be unlimited, and when you throw in his lightsaber, you get an even stronger Sith.<br /><br />Vader doesn't care about his subordinates. He doesn't rely on them to do his dirty work, making him a stronger villian. If they mess up, they die. He uses the previous losers for an example, striking the fear of God into the people working under him. Seriously! Would you mess up at your work if you knew your boss was going to choke the life out of you? Vader has no concern or fear for his subordinates, making him stronger. The Emperor failed in this category. He relied too much on Vader to do the work, leading to his downfall. Vader didn't have that problem, making him a better villian then the emperor.<br /><br />So, where was Vaders mistake?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjd4OZqE3I8XBO4jiSJbm1zcU3pgmvy4bhhu4d8pPj_SQmo8uLL79vMcirAEYHtan_iKnPkms2oPhJ8kEJ1Lv3MSa2qnBO41AmZr3OraZYtiOvBjmhwryg6GFDlG4WT4evWV0fGn8t9QU/s1600/padme_amidala_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjd4OZqE3I8XBO4jiSJbm1zcU3pgmvy4bhhu4d8pPj_SQmo8uLL79vMcirAEYHtan_iKnPkms2oPhJ8kEJ1Lv3MSa2qnBO41AmZr3OraZYtiOvBjmhwryg6GFDlG4WT4evWV0fGn8t9QU/s320/padme_amidala_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529750879137364882" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />LOVE! Villians can not fall in love, be in love, or feel love for anyone. A true villian wouldn't care if his son were being electrecuted. In fact, he wouldn't have a son in the first place. Vader's mistake came because he had something to tie him to the world. Somebody connected him to the rest of humanity, and when you are a villian you can't afford that connection. If there were no Luke or Leiah, Vader would have continued on his path, eventually becoming the emperor himself, and possibly the best villain of all time. But his "Lovely" downfall takes him away from spot one.<br /><br />So lets review. Vader was an amazing villian. He had power, he had the force, he could chop suey you with his light saber. His greatest success as a villian was his ability to make the audience root for him. His greatest flaw was having a connection to the world, that connection being love. He deffinately makes the top 5 for my list of villians, but he couldn't be in the number one spot because he breaks one of the rules.Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-61881022768664474502010-10-10T06:25:00.000-07:002010-10-10T06:27:53.211-07:00Cards Vs. SaintsSo...the Saints are coming into town today and I'm going to the game with Bill. Should be awesome...except for the fact that I am wearing my Cardinals stuff and we are sitting on the Saints side. I'm not too worried about it though. I mean...the team name is the Saints. How bad could their fans be? With a few beers in them I'm sure they will mellow right up!<br /><br />If the Cardinals had any chance of winning, I would probably be in a worse position. They will probably just end up feeling sorry for me.<br /><br />GO BIG RED!Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-3546995029651497972010-10-10T06:20:00.001-07:002010-10-10T06:25:24.378-07:00Time With DadAfter a long hard day, that was kind of bad<br />I took some time to spend with dad<br />The tournament went sour and was kind of a "W"itch<br />so I headed on out to help him fill in a ditch<br />You see, he has an attitude that cheers you right up<br />He is fun to be around, like a newborn pup<br />He inspires you with his jokes and wit<br />and makes you feel like a number one hit<br />No matter how bad you mess up his stuff<br />or how many objects you accidently muff<br />He smiles and says, "Go play in the street"<br />Which if he were technologyical, I'm sure he would tweet<br />because thats the kind of guy he can be<br />knowing just what to say and do, cheering you and me<br />I love him to death, and with any luck<br />I'll get to go and and work with him, in mud and in muck<br /><br />Thanks Dad!Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-81473289174316359582010-10-10T06:12:00.000-07:002010-10-10T06:20:00.714-07:00Chess TournamentWe had an individual in Holbrook this last weekend. Now anytime that I host a tournament, I try to put on a good show...but this one didn't work out as well. I was behind from the get go. I came home and had two things on my mind...get ready for the tournament and do some dishes. As soon as I pulled in I was Bogarted away on another errand from the neighbors...which I don't mind in the least. So, I told her five minutes, got all of my stuff together, and had her hold the soup on the way to drop of her uniform. Of course we hit every bumpy street in Holbrook and she ended up wearing the soup. "It looks like I threw up...Ewwww!" I believe that was the correct phraseology...hilarious.<br /><br />So we ran the uniform down to the field, dropped neighbor back off, got the rest of the stuff, headed into Safeway and bought the last thing I needed...ice...and headed over to the tournament where the tables were in a different arrangement than I am used to. I started to set up and continued getting texts that kept dropping everyone from the tournament play...so I had to change all of my line-ups like three times.<br /><br />So the tournament finally starts and we had 8 upsets in the first two rounds. That never happens. In fact, the number one player in the region lost 3 of 5 games. It was insane.<br /><br />Then one of my players had a chance to take fourth, and ended up losing because he didn't remember to put his notation away in the last five minutes of the game. I was furious!<br /><br />So...it was pretty bad...and I didn't even mention the fire alarms going off and going to each building to turn them off before the players arrived on Saturday morning, the football game going on at the same time and the fireworks blasting through the rounds on Friday night, or the fact that there are two kids who just don't know when to shut up...every single tournament.<br /><br />What can you do?Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-33661511607232835092010-10-07T07:14:00.000-07:002010-10-07T07:20:20.759-07:00Its Just a Piece of Cloth!Anytime parents are going to be coming to school, I try to wear a tie. It is professional and shows a little more respect for the parents...kind of like a, "I care enough about your child to put a piece of cloth around my neck."<br /><br />Yesterday was day one of parent teacher conference, so I wore a tie. In the first 20 minutes, I was told that I looked good, great, handsome...multiple times. I looked at my clothes and realized that I had changed nothing from the normal days that I just work. I had on slacks...that I wear everyday. I had on a dress shirt...that I wear everyday. The only difference was that I had a tie on. A TIE! If I had known that I would have gotten more play wearing a tie, I would have worn one more when in High School.<br /><br />So I guess Barney got it right. If you want to impress, you have to suit up! Today is TIEFEST 2, as we have one more parent teacher conference, and then we go back to "causual" (no tie) wear. We'll see how it goes.<br /><br />PS I love irony and turn around! Good Luck Jr. Runners!Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-37988811525722218872010-10-06T05:52:00.000-07:002010-10-06T05:57:34.362-07:00I WonderSo....I wonder if the school realizes that they are paying me to sit around and do nothing right now? Yesterday I got some parent/teacher stuff done in the morning, and then I went back to the classroom and....did something. I don't even remember what I did. I know that I spent part of the day folding wrappers for my starburst chain, and part of the day doing a logic problem...but that is about it. I wonder if they realize I am doing nothing.<br /><br />On the other hand, everytime I leave my classroom I get more work! People see me in the hallway and have a computer question, or something else to that effect. I run errands, or substitute for people's classes while they are going or gone. It is kind of annoying, but better than sitting around my my tush.<br /><br />Funny thing that happened...Mrs. Tomlin was teaching about the vikings, and how they came across the waters, pillaged, stole...all that fun stuff, you know. Well, she started talking about the theories of that time, with the edge of the world and sea monsters, and mentioned the Catholic Church persecuting Galileo. Then she asked a short review question, something like, "Who attacked the people in Vinland?" One of the kids responded, "The Catholic Vikings".Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-8528863644274059232010-10-02T09:00:00.000-07:002010-10-02T09:07:35.631-07:00Guess I Better BlogAight, here is the deal and my official excuse. I haven't blogged because nobody is giving me rootbeer. As the title says, I will blog for rootbeer, and there has been a drought lately. However, in the past week I have been the recipient of two rootbeers. One from Lou during our Glee fest with Kim and Amy, and one from Andrea, my student teacher.<br /><br />So lets talk about student teachers. They do everything for you...it is really awesome, but I have to say that I am a little bored. Not with Andrea's teaching, she is really, really good. I am bored because for a while she wouldn't let me do anything. I just sat around. Not only that, but now they are telling me that I have to leave my classroom. As laid back as I can be, I am not that person in the school. I am the master of my class, and they are getting rid of the master. It is sad.<br /><br />But to end that conversation on a bright note, I am happy with Andrea. She does a great job and my year is going by really well.<br /><br />Today Amy, Kim, and I are going to Flagstaff to eat sushi and do a movie. It is good to have friends who will eat sushi with you. There just aren't a lot of people who like the rolls. I am really excited about going up. It has been a while since Amy and I have had time to get out and do stuff, although we did make it down to the valley last week, and that was awesome.<br /><br />Amy, Kim, and Alonna are also doing a pie blog...it should be posted. I love it. I get to taste a different pie each week. Score! This is almost as good as marrying a Canadian and getting two thanksgivings.<br /><br />So, There is my life in a nutshell. My job is going well, my social life is rare, but fun when I have one, and I get excited about food. I will try to blog more as things happen.<br /><br />Oh, and by the way, I went back and watched Buffy episodes. "I mock you with my monkey pants" is still one of the best lines this century!Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-56986342770778912482010-07-08T07:38:00.001-07:002010-07-08T07:41:26.623-07:00ARGGGGGGGGH!So much to blog about, but I have to keep my mouth shut. I actually started writing in my journal again so that I could at least get it out. It works out pretty well, as I only have one page filled out...from 3 years ago. I am a journal slacker. I really want to fill it out, but I only write at nights and A can tell you that after 8:00 I am useless.<br /><br />Anywho....I'm a little ticked off right now, not as much as last night, but still a little.Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-36990187036026739122010-07-07T22:36:00.000-07:002010-07-07T22:43:16.043-07:00Big Trouble, Little TownARGHHHHHHHHHHHH! The messenger is always the one who gets shot...what the heck! In my mind, it should be the person who is playing in the fire who should get burned, not the one who warns others that the house of cards may be catching flame. Ah well....what can you do?Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-50997500262765379602010-07-06T07:22:00.000-07:002010-07-06T08:51:06.326-07:00School Widower No MoreI just had to say how much I appreciate the work and dedication that my wife has, not only for herself but for us. Amy has gone back to school for about two years now, while she continues to work. She maintains a 4.0 GPA and keeps up with her work making herself more and more needed for the people out at the Attourneys Office. She continues to work out on the treadmill, doing situps, and pretty much rocking with her new diet...something that I've never been able to keep up with. And she treats me like a prince, even though I don't give her a lot of reasons to.<br /><br />Last night at Eclipse, she left the movie for a little bit and came back with the candied almonds that I love so much. I was pleasently suprised. She thinks of little things that will make me happy, and does them without hesitation.<br /><br />So, wife of mine, I love you! You are perfectly awesome, rocking out everything you do. I am deffinately the reacher!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DtPztLSUPQahpgazs4f63UHidARUgmhRZj8wr9DaMMc35grUfSXg9AN0OvhWt-zgdzZ-sosarPQ73vqud994_eatG27vmLpDbPSl_5QzAP54OvSsOsOafZunZ2swYu2zEodnjx5n6Fc/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DtPztLSUPQahpgazs4f63UHidARUgmhRZj8wr9DaMMc35grUfSXg9AN0OvhWt-zgdzZ-sosarPQ73vqud994_eatG27vmLpDbPSl_5QzAP54OvSsOsOafZunZ2swYu2zEodnjx5n6Fc/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490821192035306098" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, Amy has been working on her research paper for the past three days....straight. I've felt a little bit like a widower, as she has usually disappeared into the office during this time. It is lonely, but worth it as she can now relax up until the next semester, and with perfect timing. We have the sisters coming down, somewhere in the Dakotas right now, and we are going to meet them later this week. It should be fun as Amy is really close to her sisters and always has a great time, althought I don't think I'll get a word in the conversations for the next week or so.<br />Sometimes, when you are surrounded by 5 women, you just have to keep your mouth shut....and listen for plots to destroy your control! ;)Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-79591485096591220282010-07-04T07:45:00.001-07:002010-07-04T08:04:12.189-07:00DC FinaleAhhh the whitehouse, a building with history<br />Like the time the Canadians burnt it to the ground<br />So whitehouse number three is what we built here<br />where bearded tourists can be found<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYa86L0oy79Er5zvmpJeyDn3RYmARI1c-BaVXDG4krhU4camPBcD1030pCx6COxJofSZHIgtiCdHffZe3kRXrgMP3DQIar5KG0Phv7bsreuwIaBE0nr1ftJyMCuXgaq8Qsr-X2j4DRyY/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYa86L0oy79Er5zvmpJeyDn3RYmARI1c-BaVXDG4krhU4camPBcD1030pCx6COxJofSZHIgtiCdHffZe3kRXrgMP3DQIar5KG0Phv7bsreuwIaBE0nr1ftJyMCuXgaq8Qsr-X2j4DRyY/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490064269125634946" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here we see the bearded man<br />crossing another spot in history<br />The Potomac river has been crossed by men I respect<br />Such as George Washington and Robert E. Lee<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoWtKC-jFXOWRjRHhygOVWmB8kwwUt_EsWeEe8Pw5_9w2acYUPkv1fbR1qOEOqM57hJQIhnYSbiWHHOtHiGt3r_x6YP1VmkR4YYbhZ_m7HzoSXtgSaCoB6zvopDquYI8m9Y-2xGu1Hts/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoWtKC-jFXOWRjRHhygOVWmB8kwwUt_EsWeEe8Pw5_9w2acYUPkv1fbR1qOEOqM57hJQIhnYSbiWHHOtHiGt3r_x6YP1VmkR4YYbhZ_m7HzoSXtgSaCoB6zvopDquYI8m9Y-2xGu1Hts/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490064256789788050" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Next comes the Vietnam War Memorial<br />It entombs the names of many brave men<br />The sacrafice the gave was great<br />Something that should be respected, both now and then<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRx39wVc-hgaTsNyEiAFWkSl_7zJXEkhDXf6dT-Co8N7zQqTzMaqyQUqic2aj-RZECQ9hkrZj4HR-USkrSobxHnI6S9QGQY7Utsea57ow9igS3LJUkC0f7CNWF6sNUb9N5Qc0gD9zEpqc/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRx39wVc-hgaTsNyEiAFWkSl_7zJXEkhDXf6dT-Co8N7zQqTzMaqyQUqic2aj-RZECQ9hkrZj4HR-USkrSobxHnI6S9QGQY7Utsea57ow9igS3LJUkC0f7CNWF6sNUb9N5Qc0gD9zEpqc/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490064246761509218" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And last of all, to end the record of our trip<br />Came the Arlington Cemetary, with graves of white<br />If you have a chance, visit the tomb of the Unknown Soldier<br />Take a deep breath, treasure, and remember this site<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOc2z5lyDSqfcMmrQhSf6M2Q4CIS-r0JdmMX6U9XdVIRanlYHYSrMnxs0NJRByDyx8H-3i3p7zQIeuYD5HDld0c6JKw1JBhyi6ZHjjMkRk33Yn-WX91MOG-UTn5bnJ4_bXodKu7npO_o/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOc2z5lyDSqfcMmrQhSf6M2Q4CIS-r0JdmMX6U9XdVIRanlYHYSrMnxs0NJRByDyx8H-3i3p7zQIeuYD5HDld0c6JKw1JBhyi6ZHjjMkRk33Yn-WX91MOG-UTn5bnJ4_bXodKu7npO_o/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490064237034173810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOo9cZEBCUdR7KrXQhcb2rXhlOfXEbm2uALQIQHLqy0pmGKshzMBP_xaAMS-aR-Bcu0-7XOnPwOmAu96XAn4CiS2Q_shNMxujeZVlqrfRlmX_6oVZe37ZKGuyyNR1KfKY-yVbBPugNw4/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOo9cZEBCUdR7KrXQhcb2rXhlOfXEbm2uALQIQHLqy0pmGKshzMBP_xaAMS-aR-Bcu0-7XOnPwOmAu96XAn4CiS2Q_shNMxujeZVlqrfRlmX_6oVZe37ZKGuyyNR1KfKY-yVbBPugNw4/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490064229975129330" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-49770628301653701962010-07-01T08:09:00.000-07:002010-07-04T07:45:17.947-07:00DC Day 3/4This was one of my favorite days in D.C. We took a bus tour that went to all of the major monuments, and had a blast. Included are my two favorite monuments/museums. Abraham Lincoln is iconic! One of the grandest things I have seen in my life as his monument is one of the most well known and loved. The Holocaust Museum literally shook me to the core. The things that you see inside would bring any one to tears. It was amazing!<br /><br />Other than that, you have the Jefferson Memorial, the Korean War Memorial, and the Killer Bunnies taking on the Senate.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABP775dN5QAFlfCqO4L_Jh_nEBxvUHreCAqtjRywA53PgGzy3Vf6aHqdNI-ncdZgP0S8SR7irTYnxSA9xrbGUBhTRRlqPavg6Fvyc_WQdJailRjhqQ6RhzsYtT_emEZ59vjJTlVVuM-E/s1600/IMG_0510.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABP775dN5QAFlfCqO4L_Jh_nEBxvUHreCAqtjRywA53PgGzy3Vf6aHqdNI-ncdZgP0S8SR7irTYnxSA9xrbGUBhTRRlqPavg6Fvyc_WQdJailRjhqQ6RhzsYtT_emEZ59vjJTlVVuM-E/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488958056170025890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8cdaEKIudvObWkvGAbj3vASjB1ViCKwuBJO9y-A_LIw9aNZ7EhxNWbuQ9ommMTnqVkDOuPp51oUekKRwBaudm9ZvXyIn6VUvHx2tZoHVo-nUDZqreXCnCwartEkpT7O8f-ruoNXxXww/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8cdaEKIudvObWkvGAbj3vASjB1ViCKwuBJO9y-A_LIw9aNZ7EhxNWbuQ9ommMTnqVkDOuPp51oUekKRwBaudm9ZvXyIn6VUvHx2tZoHVo-nUDZqreXCnCwartEkpT7O8f-ruoNXxXww/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488958053180121106" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRYoazJ1wAEvQYREe2CPsHbzuWCjcveqWJtRgarvBgumvAZGTy-P4bD13OI0NdlUeYS0AO5Z-DWOME6dSnxKLkpWEEVQmwng_tszHLh-cXFqwQq2Qe1cHosDMQsvxNb9SKPTGpl0P7cA/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRYoazJ1wAEvQYREe2CPsHbzuWCjcveqWJtRgarvBgumvAZGTy-P4bD13OI0NdlUeYS0AO5Z-DWOME6dSnxKLkpWEEVQmwng_tszHLh-cXFqwQq2Qe1cHosDMQsvxNb9SKPTGpl0P7cA/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488958046094740162" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZypGrRxAWeLAyHUo5FogOx_71Q7nFF25rGTeHMHHvIdVtzklO_B1lxfZ0tFjRStx8pgD3_7bStSn6vaVaswiQfyLFKSnFm2WYb95hKS6kag0NNRwm_3B_hzjn34md4Kg4fIcpTDYaFI/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZypGrRxAWeLAyHUo5FogOx_71Q7nFF25rGTeHMHHvIdVtzklO_B1lxfZ0tFjRStx8pgD3_7bStSn6vaVaswiQfyLFKSnFm2WYb95hKS6kag0NNRwm_3B_hzjn34md4Kg4fIcpTDYaFI/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488958035213007970" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZWBta2b_vC3HXk_p1_sw1K2Xt3pVXFy618AxpsUByybDC_R9FoGaFxjG42AXa2Opz7BtiG-Wcn9jHq_M26hRk5TD4zrDF6HUKmgUZrViRsYIDFUDBHBkGAePUJxkE2zitd5D_JyVCik/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZWBta2b_vC3HXk_p1_sw1K2Xt3pVXFy618AxpsUByybDC_R9FoGaFxjG42AXa2Opz7BtiG-Wcn9jHq_M26hRk5TD4zrDF6HUKmgUZrViRsYIDFUDBHBkGAePUJxkE2zitd5D_JyVCik/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488958029202657490" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-75951657844295961152010-06-22T07:36:00.000-07:002010-06-22T08:05:10.485-07:00D.C. Day 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8InnkxTPC9YhWGqxwBPqgMBiGh43yX3YeO-Ft5rgo6dreslustAG0kFo7WAKAE4aumNqUDCYRTBcdR9z7ki9nJk99Ve973HXDPzanzYXeqq2CVMOX0VUBy5AzyOY-m3R9cjOAzk_c0g/s1600/IMG_4847.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8InnkxTPC9YhWGqxwBPqgMBiGh43yX3YeO-Ft5rgo6dreslustAG0kFo7WAKAE4aumNqUDCYRTBcdR9z7ki9nJk99Ve973HXDPzanzYXeqq2CVMOX0VUBy5AzyOY-m3R9cjOAzk_c0g/s320/IMG_4847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485608758400239602" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After a long day of museum watching, Legal SeaFood was a great place to stop. I think it was the best food that we ate while in D.C. Everything was spot on and delicious....Amy and Kim tried the raw oysters.... :P<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pwA2XkI45aj9_5w3TkvT_mEk37f5cxLcdKyjDlBeJtqKnbajWOFZXaOsbLACOw82Acer4ahp6rtGaZRLga-qiFr2mf0oTppSmQc-y7UBl60NOW5qyZeg4nFioFkk2xw4YL-vJf_q1xs/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pwA2XkI45aj9_5w3TkvT_mEk37f5cxLcdKyjDlBeJtqKnbajWOFZXaOsbLACOw82Acer4ahp6rtGaZRLga-qiFr2mf0oTppSmQc-y7UBl60NOW5qyZeg4nFioFkk2xw4YL-vJf_q1xs/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485608753333725474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3JvsalKYRohtxz5cTA_zcZe-4PdkXL1B0MUCLyvssQCCDOF8ydzWHmEiYil8JAR2i6p96V-LoqNEC6aGsK7ylvIjrVAwLdRDp4rdAdVkbNu9UpC36NShV0V5x8nh2g5Y7BU3Ziudk9U/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3JvsalKYRohtxz5cTA_zcZe-4PdkXL1B0MUCLyvssQCCDOF8ydzWHmEiYil8JAR2i6p96V-LoqNEC6aGsK7ylvIjrVAwLdRDp4rdAdVkbNu9UpC36NShV0V5x8nh2g5Y7BU3Ziudk9U/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485608746166818274" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One of my favorite views was from getting off of the subway at the museum stop. As soon as you walk off of the escalator you can see everything. The museums, Washington Monument, Senate.....it is beautiful!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2OBrR719O8tEgHYdRFwJRWkhF34atAVwKa_J1sge-ZWKUkFadT4LSiKvDhCQnZ_cpMf2tED1hZUdde89vlVd-xGHzz1jNXjDCiKofKVg6ddG4F-lGBnkSvw_eTF5RtgdiCosSvS40OM/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2OBrR719O8tEgHYdRFwJRWkhF34atAVwKa_J1sge-ZWKUkFadT4LSiKvDhCQnZ_cpMf2tED1hZUdde89vlVd-xGHzz1jNXjDCiKofKVg6ddG4F-lGBnkSvw_eTF5RtgdiCosSvS40OM/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485608742709295026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnMNttgbJrc5alxfKHKtFwRn2BfWWGoGrKWpPk3yusBFulAVzvUY9tt4wIuqnZQXMDZkG0eQXBp9YcS5Buj4JgbcYzeNpInVfZUyn-pbIjiFkvQfzNqBSf8GSwxmw9P58-Cn7jbhkmTk/s1600/IMG_0256.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnMNttgbJrc5alxfKHKtFwRn2BfWWGoGrKWpPk3yusBFulAVzvUY9tt4wIuqnZQXMDZkG0eQXBp9YcS5Buj4JgbcYzeNpInVfZUyn-pbIjiFkvQfzNqBSf8GSwxmw9P58-Cn7jbhkmTk/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485608738349022194" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We did a lot on this day and took a lot of pictures. I'm not going to blog all of them, but I am putting them in a facebook folder for those of you who would like to see them.Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-44419348887123632222010-06-20T18:56:00.000-07:002010-06-20T19:28:14.274-07:00Washington D.C. (DAY 1)To begin our trip, we went down to a market with open air<br />the ladies shopped at all sorts of stops, spending money like they didn't care<br />and along I wandered, with my stomach grumbling, wanting to get off my feet<br />So we killed the two birds and sat down for a quick bite to eat......<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwc7tn8MbYPbmjaPQOL0cfoJDsjf-frk-jonJVvt20PB4WEfSp6UIO6XPU1LXjcAeJOuydYv_sO5jNmvxtzr5jG9Pj5c3KQkPs_X6ceCSqTTiV2eCxu8Z6J9VtKmmcKH2hYiL_oLVNpA/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwc7tn8MbYPbmjaPQOL0cfoJDsjf-frk-jonJVvt20PB4WEfSp6UIO6XPU1LXjcAeJOuydYv_sO5jNmvxtzr5jG9Pj5c3KQkPs_X6ceCSqTTiV2eCxu8Z6J9VtKmmcKH2hYiL_oLVNpA/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043094005697890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The place was called seventh, and our taste buds they new how to rock<br />If they were in the market, my life savings I'd put in their stock<br />Their pizza was tasty, their sandwiches great, we ate until we were stuffed<br />and went back to the market, with happy full bellies, taking pictures as away we huffed........<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZpd6mYvzDiwYZP3z2VYJZQ1dcswJ-t68lgzgqBOQpiGurWIaQ-xaO1sfLJy8z-OxT3JmXA8Dmgqs6n-Bq_lMk2Mb6svHgRcrwnisoVsuzsdQ5xMgtPqVbQV8vbQ-wOji7JBnh9XGVAI/s1600/IMG_4566.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZpd6mYvzDiwYZP3z2VYJZQ1dcswJ-t68lgzgqBOQpiGurWIaQ-xaO1sfLJy8z-OxT3JmXA8Dmgqs6n-Bq_lMk2Mb6svHgRcrwnisoVsuzsdQ5xMgtPqVbQV8vbQ-wOji7JBnh9XGVAI/s320/IMG_4566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043140173142674" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After the market, we went to the subway, looking for a ride to the zoo<br />The station was pretty, and looked scientific, like something from Doctor Who<br />We boarded our train and went on our way, for animals we wanted to see<br />but when we arrived, the animals were gone, as if someone had set them free......<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2KDa2TN0djLi31BfbklgKyKMhOI_mEQ6xm43lZ3b6CuLbHEm4hNzJ1rkpWzIJj2vH_FU0UjEulLuoyuKf3o1TntGvCfcrtt3WUPOje8DKjM3LdzA1GwOzqZ1wtotMtJyvqiXzrCom88/s1600/IMG_4595.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2KDa2TN0djLi31BfbklgKyKMhOI_mEQ6xm43lZ3b6CuLbHEm4hNzJ1rkpWzIJj2vH_FU0UjEulLuoyuKf3o1TntGvCfcrtt3WUPOje8DKjM3LdzA1GwOzqZ1wtotMtJyvqiXzrCom88/s320/IMG_4595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043130874942786" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKUc5CPsSciKwWhXsyOLgMpXLL0jF35jNmlOauxwZ4d1vLVRjbjk9GOUil6WanNZEXGfJVFpmlYMC4AUQz_4wqkPAaMTCMCB3LBjY3eDMELbjqs-DdIPpRQvK1s58nobhYotGMpQHW2w/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKUc5CPsSciKwWhXsyOLgMpXLL0jF35jNmlOauxwZ4d1vLVRjbjk9GOUil6WanNZEXGfJVFpmlYMC4AUQz_4wqkPAaMTCMCB3LBjY3eDMELbjqs-DdIPpRQvK1s58nobhYotGMpQHW2w/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043083679645442" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So with our feet bleeding, from all of the walking, we made our way back to the train<br />And though we tried, with all of our might, from cursing the zoo we couldn't refrain<br />Our spirits were down, our smiles were frowns, so we went to feed our face<br />Tony Chengs was the name, and food were the game, I must admit I'd recommend this place<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAg3jT7EdZ1opJkFN2tsD0TqkpoKsxqz1dRov9Pj_tx8HBLY3YV8Zuc27I74yb2PRKK5WSKPIBofR4K3Cklnnr8kYB4ufsu3qF850e9gp1LrxVpqge7GlfuMZVWID85Hp7LclDmYTzt-8/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAg3jT7EdZ1opJkFN2tsD0TqkpoKsxqz1dRov9Pj_tx8HBLY3YV8Zuc27I74yb2PRKK5WSKPIBofR4K3Cklnnr8kYB4ufsu3qF850e9gp1LrxVpqge7GlfuMZVWID85Hp7LclDmYTzt-8/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485043154601780626" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We left the restaraunt, and headed on back, to the place where we laid our heads<br />After a full day of walking, and great picture taking, all I could think about were my hotel's beds<br />We watched some tv, and closed our eyes, knowing tomorrow would be the same<br />A full day of fun, photography and sun, we had to sleep before restarting the game....<br />(T0 BE CONTINUED)Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-53906876732741718062010-05-26T07:29:00.000-07:002010-05-26T07:40:22.373-07:00Not My JobWiping away the snot from your child's nose, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Giving your child counselling advice on how to deal with life, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Cleaning up skinned knees and stray tears, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Coming to your child's baseball game, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Making sure that your child is responsible, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Comforting your child when their dad or mom go to prison, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Walking your child home because no one picked them up, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Staying after school to give your child a safe place to be, is not my job, but I do it anyway. Comforting a child who doesn't know where they are sleeping tonight, is not my job, but I do it anyway.<br /><br />Caring about your child....that is my job, and I do it all day, everyday. Doing everything that I can to help your child succeed....that is my job, and I do it all day, everyday. Providing chances to be responsible and grow, that is my job, and I do it all day, everyday. You see, teachers aren't just teachers. We are mothers, fathers, friends, psychiatrists, doctors, philosophers, advisors, and many other things to many different people. We work for you, for your child, and for the community, and while we do many things, outside of our job description, for one reason. We really do care about your children.<br /><br />For all those teachers who have or are about to finish the school year. Congrats! For all those parents who provide the support to the schools and their children. Thank you!!! For all those administrators who support us in our endeavors. You are Rock Stars! For all those kids who work their tails off...keep on truckin'! We love you and will keep loving you til the day we die.<br /><br />Finish strong!!!Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377158535271973842.post-48966305887219877062010-05-11T06:29:00.000-07:002010-05-11T06:54:25.500-07:00The Fergusons Turn TouristSo, after a long hiatus of no blogging, I have decided to whet your appetites with what is to come. Over spring break, we went to Washington DC. Amy has always wanted to go back, she went with her family when she was younger, and I have never been. At first, as usual, my mind said, "NO! DC Sniper, axe to the head, crazy people," but the winning argument was, "Don't want to sleep on the couch, see famous stuff, food!" So, off we went with dreams of lots of good food and seeing great sites.<br /><br />The following are pictures I took, of myself, with some of the more recognizable sites. I'll continue blogging the rest as I sit down at the computer with time on my hands.<br /><br />THE WHITE HOUSE<br />Awesome Parts: Armed Guards with BFGs, Self-Tour, Beautiful Views<br />Drags: Tour got cancelled because we went on the day the health bill was signed<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIBoPYfmHvPRtjXuTiH7Z6AgElHwpljjkw5AQj8DnbOCWcPiU7F49zw2TIHEQ31qqwmDeW99xL2lHPZhs6NZtnu_NcBkcHZyhmcfDg15z-NY_7SR-GrLjeTX66SSoqpuPlTZ7pqYDvqU/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIBoPYfmHvPRtjXuTiH7Z6AgElHwpljjkw5AQj8DnbOCWcPiU7F49zw2TIHEQ31qqwmDeW99xL2lHPZhs6NZtnu_NcBkcHZyhmcfDg15z-NY_7SR-GrLjeTX66SSoqpuPlTZ7pqYDvqU/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470007370373399586" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ARLINGTON<br />Awesome Parts: Purely Majestic, Awe-inspiring<br />Drags: Stupid, disprespectful kids<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnj7x0xaOgtP7dUofHwxHxcgtnxQr96hiD2G2uVfm739WWw38cxBGCtBEuJunYATc_fUhj2pJEcGVpTcey9C73tkVyrz4igJ1JRVEuqEATTnGUbW907DxamKSnRoxE5m480u4Sf2Jt3g/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnj7x0xaOgtP7dUofHwxHxcgtnxQr96hiD2G2uVfm739WWw38cxBGCtBEuJunYATc_fUhj2pJEcGVpTcey9C73tkVyrz4igJ1JRVEuqEATTnGUbW907DxamKSnRoxE5m480u4Sf2Jt3g/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470007359235942834" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE NATIONAL MONUMENT<br />Awesome Parts: Great View at Top<br />Drags: Can't take pictures at the top, Didn't take the stairs<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjUD4_eJT545qtB61yR3JSqaRS3X7b81QBRTaFKqJZ06KWO7IEGNBpl2k24CCDnqM0IGNaM_IHnnFktjS56eNXy3XDVg9IP1uwvGypcRAHJJHxPawoqHgMpZ_7vG0jz9nRlIR5Z9vPes/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjUD4_eJT545qtB61yR3JSqaRS3X7b81QBRTaFKqJZ06KWO7IEGNBpl2k24CCDnqM0IGNaM_IHnnFktjS56eNXy3XDVg9IP1uwvGypcRAHJJHxPawoqHgMpZ_7vG0jz9nRlIR5Z9vPes/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470007355712685570" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL<br />Awesome Parts: THAT's FREAKIN ABE LINCOLN<br />Drags: Didn't come to life as Pinky and the Brain suggested<br />(Yes, that is Kim photo bombing my pic!) :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZbXRCTdmbfHM9E_bXHNaMetTS7xF59wle3KFIzI8l2AE0fGjpFIbhRJr8U51AXj9pc-PyzwsjxYqzqd0rO3w5XsKef0d4KbMbxVMFBSN0hIPfnu5YMo8LAlGc_lbxZaJomSe2OiWxXA/s1600/IMG_0505.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZbXRCTdmbfHM9E_bXHNaMetTS7xF59wle3KFIzI8l2AE0fGjpFIbhRJr8U51AXj9pc-PyzwsjxYqzqd0rO3w5XsKef0d4KbMbxVMFBSN0hIPfnu5YMo8LAlGc_lbxZaJomSe2OiWxXA/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470007353565870482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />JEFFERSON MEMORIAL<br />Awesome Parts: Cool Arcitecture, Not very crowded<br />Drags: Not the Lincoln Memorial<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcvm7lGgGDhe8ylWFsq9bfzWAGwqm0a9cC-i0wkkM2XUMSg5twaCPi-mjHOOChxXMCChm-67k1ghVe92MvLiob3IJxWlLRNK1ej8ARCa5D1ZT69M4Rzicz7-E8bOgQlp-zTOtCoD-2xk/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcvm7lGgGDhe8ylWFsq9bfzWAGwqm0a9cC-i0wkkM2XUMSg5twaCPi-mjHOOChxXMCChm-67k1ghVe92MvLiob3IJxWlLRNK1ej8ARCa5D1ZT69M4Rzicz7-E8bOgQlp-zTOtCoD-2xk/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470007342315995410" /></a>Mr. ELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14559778437602206453noreply@blogger.com2