<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:55:35.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kunz Knuz</title><subtitle type='html'>Maybe an easier way to share our family news?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13694867290988072421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-5256418655572371668</id><published>2008-06-20T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:22:44.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunz Family Jamboree</title><content type='html'>I have a proposal.  Considering we are all spread out across the country and we seem to gather only by happenstance and at the last minute during crazy holidays, I propose we start holding the Biennial (or Triennial) Clyde &amp;amp; Claudia Kunz Family Jamboree.  Here are some loose guidelines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What is a Kunz Family Jamboree you ask?  Well, I see it as an informal gathering / family vacation of the Kunz family.  I'm avoiding the term "reunion" because of all that that implies.  I see it as a fun excuse to go somewhere we may have never been, or rarely go and/or an excuse to try and get together with far flung family.  Informal means that we are all invited, not obliged to attend--come if you can, it'd be great to have everyone, but it'd be great to have anyone.  It also should mean that though a couple of all-inclusive activities such as a big dinner and an activity are planned during the visit, the rest of the time should be more informal activities at everyone's leisure--join in or not.  This allows us to interact in both small and large groups without high-pressure scheduling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The Jamboree would occur on a 2 or 3 year schedule .  For example, below I will outline my proposal for a 2009 gathering.  From here on out, we could have a gathering either every odd year, or every third year.  (Feedback--what do you think is more realistic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Jamboree would be hosted by one of the siblings.  By hosting I mean a sibling volunteers to plan a location, be it their home area, or a destination of their choice.  They could research some places to stay and things to do and basic costs.  They should not be expected to house anyone (they can make limited offers if they so choose).  As you'll see below, I am volunteering to host the first Jamboree.  Ideally, we would have a volunteer host emerge for the next Jamboree by the end of the previous.  For example, at the 2009 Jamboree, Ryan may volunteer to host the 2011 Jamboree.  Then, sometime in or before 2010, he would announce the locale and dates.  A location and date should be chosen at least a year out so plans can be made.  Alternatively, we could get on a rotation and schedule, but this does not allow as much flexibility for each family's availability and best timeframe for each locale. (feedback?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Consideration should also be given for the size and diverse personalities of our growing family.  For example, we may not want to all rent a big house on the beach and cram everyone in.  I suggest in selecting locations, there is closeness, but not crampedness.  And, there should be options--to continue the beach house example, the host may research and find a four bedroom beach house near a couple of 2 bedroom beach houses and a lodge.  He provides the contact information and pricing and each family can choose to reserve a home, contact another family and reserve a house together, or book a room at the lodge.  Obviously this won't work in every locale, but you get the idea.  I'm just saying, we want to enjoy our stay, not make each other crazy with our strong personalities, so let's be realistic about accommodations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of.  These guidelines are certainly open for feedback--additions and deletions.  In fact, the whole idea is up for vote.  If y'all think it'd never work, say so and we can scrap it (or those of us who think it'd work will just go have fun on our own . . . ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the First Biennial (or Triennial?) C&amp;amp;C Kunz Family Jamboree, I would like to invite everyone out to South Carolina the week of August 9th, 2009.  I know it's far for most of you, but at least for 8 of us (that would be exactly 1/3 of us), it's nearby, so I call it a pretty good locale.  That week YMCA Camp Greenville will be holding the end of summer &lt;a href="http://www.campgreenville.org/family.htm"&gt;Family Camp&lt;/a&gt;.  You can follow the link to get an idea of the activities and location.  There is also pricing on there, but I should be able to get about a 50% discount--it would kind of depend on how many people would be coming.  Here is the link to &lt;a href="http://www.campgreenville.org/"&gt;Camp Greenville's main pages&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price (per person, per night, children 3 and under are free) includes housing in a cabin, all meals and programming.  There are three types of cabins, the cheapest have flush toilets, but you walk to a shower house.  The other two types have bathrooms with showers in the cabins.  Each family would get a side of a cabin to themselves (unless they wanted to share).  Each side is a separate room with 6-20 bunks depending on the style and side.  Some have individual bathrooms, some share a bath with the other side of the cabin.  Ask me for any more specifics.  Meals are offered buffet style in our dining hall.  Programming includes many of the activities listed on the website, all guided by camp staff.  Or you can opt to hike the trails on your own, or just sit by the lakes or play games in the lodge, ping pong or basketball in the gym.  At that time of the year there will be horses--both ring and trail rides, swimming in the lake, canoing and oh so much more.  Most of main camp is accessibly by car if necessary, and we may even be able to swing a golf cart from maintenance for anyone with a pacemaker and/or bionic knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be 5 nights available--Sunday through Friday, but you could stay fewer.  Once I get a sense of if and how many nights people are interested in coming, we could try and coordinate a more specific length of stay.  There are also numerous state and national parks nearby if you want to venture away from camp--though there is certainly plenty to keep you busy right in camp.  If you're really into roughing it, talk to me about camping at one of the campsites on site.  I could see what/if they would charge you to camp out and participate in meals and activities.  We have a queen futon in our living room and could possibly put up Mom &amp;amp; Dad or Jared's family (be warned, we have cats and the futon is smack dab in the middle of our 800 square foot house)--or you could camp in our yard . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are close enough to Atlanta, that perhaps families could spend a night or two in that area if they desire.   If you want to check flights, you can fly into either Atlanta (ATL-usually cheaper, but about a 3 hour drive), Greenville SOUTH Carolina (GSP), or Asheville NORTH Carolina (AVL)--both about an hour drive from here, or even Charlotte, NC--about a 3 hour drive.  For mileage/driving inquiries, search for Solomon Jones Road, Cedar Mountain, North Carolina 28718.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me, or post comments with feedback, questions and the like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-5256418655572371668?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/5256418655572371668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=5256418655572371668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5256418655572371668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5256418655572371668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2008/06/kunz-family-jamboree.html' title='Kunz Family Jamboree'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/S2o2NZoP31I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gol_ZlwU4wI/S220/Nov+2009+-+Jan+-2010+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-305500542122740507</id><published>2008-04-27T19:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:46.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S UP DOWN SOUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would post a quick update on our family. Spring is beautiful here in Atlanta! I planted four tomato plants and one zucchini plant last week and they are already growing rapidly! It has been great weather and our kids are enjoying their after school time on our trampoline. Here is a short video of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca7b60ec292579a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca7b60ec292579a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D608665972281BE7EE7398EBF12A3BFDC5847219D.6676BC5472EC632B8B36B244D7C12B04DD319E8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca7b60ec292579a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMkqjemFBTuI3kam2RIawXyvvSEg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca7b60ec292579a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895741%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D608665972281BE7EE7398EBF12A3BFDC5847219D.6676BC5472EC632B8B36B244D7C12B04DD319E8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca7b60ec292579a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMkqjemFBTuI3kam2RIawXyvvSEg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison is almost as excited for school to be out (last day is May 23) as she is for her birthday this Sunday. She has had a successful year of first grade and made some good friends. Here is a picture of Allison with her project she did on Uncle Sam:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194114581697152370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/SBUzsUS8RXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5mcfIh1VQo4/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sydney is doing great and loving her pre-school and dance class. Our cute little daughter didn't learn her lesson the first time she cut her hair and decided to cut it again though!! Luckily this time the damage wasn't quite as extreme and I was able to fix it up pretty good. Maybe I should go to beauty school?...okay maybe not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194114590287086978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/SBUzs0S8RYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-Xs9xRAMXJQ/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bryson is as active as ever. He had his first haircut yesterday. It was really more of a clean up, evening out job than an anything else. He saw the "post hair-cut" suckers before the hair-stylist started on him and insisted on having it immediately. He's always been a sucker for a sucker. It actually helped the wiggly guy sit relatively still though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194114594582054290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/SBUztES8RZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OjiMw9vxtcg/s400/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day school gets out we are driving down to Destin, Florida for a week at the beach and then shortly thereafter we are headed to Utah for a couple of weeks. We hope to see as many of you as we can--we sure miss everyone!   We love you and hope you are doing great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BRASB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-305500542122740507?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ca7b60ec292579a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/305500542122740507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=305500542122740507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/305500542122740507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/305500542122740507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2008/04/whats-up-down-south.html' title='WHAT&apos;S UP DOWN SOUTH'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03428504150223833845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/SBUzsUS8RXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5mcfIh1VQo4/s72-c/IMG_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-7661908879739275103</id><published>2008-04-09T21:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:33:28.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TKRS</title><content type='html'>We are all very grateful that Dad is home safely and recovering well from his knee surgery.  I'm sure the prayers of our children have had something to do with it ("ess ampa ee").  I've thought alot about this whole thing over the last few weeks and am hoping to learn some things through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knee Replacement Surgery runs in the family (as do bad knees and obesity). &lt;br /&gt;2) From what I understand, one's original knees will last longer if you can lose extra weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to mom that I hoped Dad would post pictures of his knee surgery on the Kunz Knuz in order to help those of us with weight problems and fledgling bad knees be inspired to (or frightened into) losing weight.  But, given that he was asked to remove the colonoscopy pics because they were too gross, I figure I'm not going to hold my breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the other evening (at BRASB's, since I can't watch videos with dial-up), I stayed up late to watch some adult videos.  Here is the link I happened into:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJSH2GqGo-Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJSH2GqGo-Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a video of an actual knee replacement surgery on You Tube.  All I can say is that there are various saws and drills involved and that I had to watch it with the volume off, through my fingers with a running commentary of "oooo, OH!, AGGHHH!, AYE-YAYE-YAYE" and "you have got to be kidding me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Dad, I feel your pain (or I at least have your pain etched permanently into my brain now).  I hope I never have to go through that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("ess ampa nee", translation:  "Bless Grandpa's knee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-7661908879739275103?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/7661908879739275103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=7661908879739275103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/7661908879739275103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/7661908879739275103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2008/04/tkrs.html' title='TKRS'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/S2o2NZoP31I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gol_ZlwU4wI/S220/Nov+2009+-+Jan+-2010+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-4241925532723386561</id><published>2008-01-31T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:16:56.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Action" Jackson Rides for the Gold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.usmint.gov/mint_programs/firstSpouse/?action=jackson" target=_blank&gt;Andrew Jackson’s Liberty First Spouse $10 Gold Coin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President, 1829–1837&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.usmint.gov/images/mint_programs/firstSpouse/jackson_rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.usmint.gov/images/mint_programs/firstSpouse/jackson_rev.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Presidential $1 Coin Act of 2005 contains a provision to provide continuity of the First Spouse Gold Coin Program during those times in which a president served without a first spouse.  This provision applies to Andrew Jackson, whose wife Rachel died in December 1828, just a few months before his presidential inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gold coins issued to accompany any president who served without a spouse will each feature a design emblematic of Liberty on its obverse, as depicted on a United States coin issued during the President’s time in office.  For Andrew Jackson’s presidency, the selected image appeared on the Capped Bust, Lettered Edge Half-Dollar coin from 1807–1836, and was originally executed by United States Mint Engraver John Reich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Jackson, known as “Old Hickory,” is remembered as a war hero who led a force of approximately 4,000 American troops against a British Army more than twice that size and emerged victorious in January 1815 at the Battle of New Orleans.  Although a treaty had been signed at Ghent, Belgium, weeks earlier, the news had not reached either army, and the American troops’ victory at the Battle of New Orleans helped secure that crucial southern sea port as part of the first successful military defense of the country’s national sovereignty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-4241925532723386561?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/4241925532723386561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=4241925532723386561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/4241925532723386561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/4241925532723386561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2008/01/action-jackson-rides-for-gold.html' title='&quot;Action&quot; Jackson Rides for the Gold!'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egbxjgtKFaw/TwLo512y7NI/AAAAAAAAABk/igqpTAOeTZI/s220/Justin_Painting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-3673095346421459544</id><published>2008-01-25T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:35:38.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's Top Ten Campaign Promises (From David Letterman)</title><content type='html'>Obama's Top Ten: Obama appeared on David Letterman's "Late Show" last night where he gave his Top Ten campaign promises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To keep the budget balanced, I’ll rent the situation room for sweet sixteens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I will double your tax money at the craps table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Appoint Mitt Romney secretary of lookin’ good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you bring a gator to the White House, I’ll wrassle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll put Regis on the nickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ll rename the tenth month of the year “Barack-tober.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I won’t let Apple release the new and improved Ipod the day after you bought the previous model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ll find money in the budget to buy Letterman a decent hairpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pronounce the word nuclear, nuclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Three words: Vice President Oprah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-3673095346421459544?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/3673095346421459544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=3673095346421459544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/3673095346421459544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/3673095346421459544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2008/01/obamas-top-ten-campaign-promises-from.html' title='Obama&apos;s Top Ten Campaign Promises (From David Letterman)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13694867290988072421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-7374272716049159024</id><published>2008-01-17T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:13:31.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinvasion</title><content type='html'>This is a quick photo-manipulation at did at work the other day after someone emailed out a link about the recent UFO sightings in Texas (on my break, of course).  It was the same day Apple announced their new skinny laptop, and this just sort of came to me like a revelation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.justinkunz.com/digital/Thinvasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.justinkunz.com/digital/Thinvasion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.justinkunz.com/digital/Thinvasion.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-7374272716049159024?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/7374272716049159024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=7374272716049159024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/7374272716049159024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/7374272716049159024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2008/01/thinvasion.html' title='Thinvasion'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egbxjgtKFaw/TwLo512y7NI/AAAAAAAAABk/igqpTAOeTZI/s220/Justin_Painting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-5917870385143468659</id><published>2007-11-22T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:03:48.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom!  I’m a Blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;My NBA.com blog is live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://my.nba.com/forum.jspa?forumID=400032740'&gt;http://my.nba.com/forum.jspa?forumID=400032740&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their editor is completely primitive.  It's like using Microsoft Notepad.  Actually it's worse.  If I cut and paste from Notepad into this little NBA editor thingy, it messes up the formatting.  It takes HTML, but with a few twists – so you can't just write in an HTML editor and then cut and paste from it either.  It's gonna take some getting used to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, I'm live!  I'm bloggin' like &lt;a href='http://my.nba.com/forum.jspa?forumID=400032200'&gt;Gilbert Arenas&lt;/a&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can't tell if anybody is reading it or not…what do you think?  Yeah, you're right, I shouldn't quit my day job.  At least not yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-5917870385143468659?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/5917870385143468659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=5917870385143468659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5917870385143468659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5917870385143468659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/11/look-mom-im-blogger.html' title='Look Mom!  I’m a Blogger!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13694867290988072421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-5173416393618044243</id><published>2007-11-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:23:02.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cataclysmic Converter</title><content type='html'>Today I took the boys "down the mountain" to get my catalytic converter replaced.  What is a catalytic converter you might ask (if you were Ethan, you would also want to know what it does and how it does it).  I recently found out that a catalytic converter is part of the exhaust system and affects the emissions of your vehicle.  I also recently learned a great deal more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the dealer, Ethan began questioning:  "What needs to be fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catalytic Converter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does a catlic coverder do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes the smoke that the engine makes when it burns gas and makes it less dangerous to breath before it comes out the exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does it do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you know, so just tell me how!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.  Mom doesn't know everything sweetheart, maybe we can stop by the library on the way home and get a book about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go to the library right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've passed it and we're late for our appointment, so we'll go after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TURN AROUND AND GO TO THE LIBRARY NOW!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a swat on your bottom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left the car and attempted to walk the boys across the street to play at the playground.  We didn't get 10 feet before they began fighting in the stroller.  This resulted in time-outs in the parking lot, an embarrassing 45 minute melt-down amidst the new RAV4s and FJ Cruisers, and spankings.  It was ugly ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally left with our new catalytic converter, we did indeed stop by the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 30 minutes trying to find a book to explain how a catalytic converter works.  To no avail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom please!!  You have to find a book about calykit verters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we settled for a book on how cars work that just didn't have enough detail, a manual for building your own car from the adult non-fiction section and a promise to search it out online.  So, for anyone who is wondering, here are the basics of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catalytic_converter#Three-way_catalytic_converters"&gt;catalytic converter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, if someone could just invent a "cataclysmic converter" that would take a toxic tantrum and reduce it's hazardous effects on the surroundings I'd be very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-5173416393618044243?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/5173416393618044243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=5173416393618044243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5173416393618044243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5173416393618044243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/11/cataclismic-converter.html' title='Cataclysmic Converter'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/S2o2NZoP31I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gol_ZlwU4wI/S220/Nov+2009+-+Jan+-2010+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-3843619756640086559</id><published>2007-10-14T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:49:29.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 Reasons Dad is Cool (This Year)</title><content type='html'>I suspect Mom had some influence in a few of these things, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dad raised five children... and never once owned a minivan.  Or a station wagon.  Just a flippin' sweet gold Burb with faux wood side panels and bench seats, baby.&lt;br /&gt;9. Just a month or so after my mission, Dad “helped me buy” the Toyota Corolla I still drive to this day, the one I can’t part with because it’s like a member of the family now.&lt;br /&gt;8. He allowed the aforementioned five children to draw during church, or solve math problems on the back of the program, or play quiet games like my favorite: “boxes”.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dad used to give us “scratch paper” from work: whole reams of pure white cotton-fiber stuff with nothing but the IBM logo on it.  I’m assuming of course that was the old, obsolete IBM logo...&lt;br /&gt;6. He actually used to sell those awesome reel-to-reel computers like you see in the old James Bond movies, the kind with about as much processing power and memory as a six-dollar calculator has today. &lt;br /&gt;5. Dad let us play video games on his own very first IBM PC.  And then there was the Atari and the Nintendo.  Sometimes we played games way into the night, occasionally burning incense while watching SNL and laughing loudly.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dad bought me that expensive ski suit just like Cameron Egan had, the black one with the hot pink and fluorescent blue patches that I only used for one season before outgrowing it.  I still feel guilty about all his money I wasted.&lt;br /&gt;3. He kept letting us get more kittens every few years even though he was allergic and most of them disappeared mysteriously or suffered violent accidental deaths.&lt;br /&gt;2. In one of our two houses on Millbrook Way, Dad gave me the bedroom with the nook that was the perfect size for my drawing desk, conveniently accommodating my bed and that huge stereo to fill up the rest of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our Dad did much more than buy things and let me get away with adolescent dissolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He encouraged me to use my gifts and hard work to get good grades and play in the band, which he prophetically claimed could help you get a scholarship to college.  And that might allow you to land a job that’s kind of like a glorified hobby where you get paid to do stuff you actually enjoy doing, like drawing and playing video games!  Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad.  We love you and we owe you more every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Just for old times' sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justinkunz.com/family/2006/DadHairOptions2.jpg" alt="Our Dad with some sweet hairdos." /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-3843619756640086559?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/3843619756640086559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=3843619756640086559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/3843619756640086559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/3843619756640086559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/10/my-top-10-reasons-dad-is-cool-this-year.html' title='My Top 10 Reasons Dad is Cool (This Year)'/><author><name>Justin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egbxjgtKFaw/TwLo512y7NI/AAAAAAAAABk/igqpTAOeTZI/s220/Justin_Painting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-7207771911075047460</id><published>2007-10-13T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:47.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland and London and Paris, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/Rwq-XQ3JEfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CanVpENoFc4/s1600-h/IMGP3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119113233332507122" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/Rwq-XQ3JEfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CanVpENoFc4/s200/IMGP3981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got out to see a little bit of the world last month! Yes, it's sad but true, it took me 35 years to get overseas!  So now I can't use my favorite line when playing that party game "I've Never..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I went on vacation for 10 days, to Scotland and London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I must say, if you want to avoid jetlag - I've got one word for you:  Melatonin!  This stuff is amazing! Kim and I each took one pill after each flight, at bedtime at our destination, and experienced zero jetlag in either direction!  Amazing...really you should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim served a mission in Scotland from '94-'96, and the #1 item on my "Honey Do" list for the last 11 years has been "Ryan, take me back to Scotland some day?!"  Well last month I accomplished Honey Do #1.  I've only got 738 more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotland was really cool.  Kim had several friends there from her mission, and they all remembered her and said she hadn't changed a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in B&amp;amp;Bs every night.  It was a lot of fun.  Much better (and cheaper) than it would have been in a hotel, I'm sure.  After checking into our first B&amp;amp;B, we met up with Liz and Nancy, both from the Bo'ness area.  This area had the most difficult accent - I only caught about 60% of what was being said, and I think even Kim was struggling at times to keep up, even though she'd spent a lot of time there!  Liz and Nancy both came along with us to see some castles in the Edinburgh area. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCUcg3JE7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0RSuSRoFPZA/s1600-h/IMGP3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCUcg3JE7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0RSuSRoFPZA/s400/IMGP3755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120755993898718130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edinburgh Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Liz and Nancy didn't go in the castles with us, because Liz absolutely HATES castles!  But she was a good sport - they sat in the car, and wandered around the grounds while Kim and I spent a solid hour or two at each one.  Doune Castle is where some of "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" was filmed. Remember the "outrageous French accent" guy, throwing insults and livestock from the battlements??? And the 'Trojan Bunny'? That's Doune castle. They had just had a Monty Python party the week before there, which we missed, but they had some Coconuts shells left over at the gift shop, so of course I bought a pair! And of course I sent them home by attaching them to two unladen European swallows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCIFw3JEiI/AAAAAAAAABs/bt3oCWQYFUo/s1600-h/IMGP3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCIFw3JEiI/AAAAAAAAABs/bt3oCWQYFUo/s400/IMGP3775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120742408917160482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Doune Castle - "Shall I Taunt You a Second Time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCU6g3JE9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/gEytsnjZb7Q/s1600-h/IMGP3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCU6g3JE9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/gEytsnjZb7Q/s400/IMGP3836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120756509294793682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently Restored Great Hall at Stirling Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCUoA3JE8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NkBrH7StXsQ/s1600-h/IMGP3837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCUoA3JE8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NkBrH7StXsQ/s400/IMGP3837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120756191467213762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Visit From Herbie at Stirling Castle!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We thought the castles were cool (you just don't get 1000 year old buildings in America).  We spent about 3 days in the Edinburgh area, where we practiced driving our rented (by luck free upgrade - yeah!) Audi A4 on the wrong side of the road, err...I mean, the left side.  We saw a bunch of stuff in the Edinburgh area, including the Firth of Forth bridge, the William Wallace Monument, Linlythgoe Palace, the Royal Mile, Chapel Rosslyn, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCIhw3JEjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/k524WydWOMQ/s1600-h/IMGP3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCIhw3JEjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/k524WydWOMQ/s400/IMGP3972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120742889953497650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firth of Forth Bridge - First Steel Construction Bridge in World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCI9A3JEkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tY0ajN9_Kqk/s1600-h/IMGP3858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCI9A3JEkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tY0ajN9_Kqk/s400/IMGP3858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120743358104932930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Wallace Monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCJGw3JElI/AAAAAAAAACE/wSUyTvBWq4E/s1600-h/IMGP3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCJGw3JElI/AAAAAAAAACE/wSUyTvBWq4E/s400/IMGP3839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120743525608657490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Wallace Sword - Too Big For Mel Gibson!&lt;br /&gt;They say Wallace must have been about 6'7" to wield this sword...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCUQg3JE6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MrYMgnMz34A/s1600-h/IMGP3846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCUQg3JE6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MrYMgnMz34A/s400/IMGP3846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120755787740287906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;246 Spiral Steps To The Top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCJZg3JEmI/AAAAAAAAACM/XROx47CdlqQ/s1600-h/IMGP3769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCJZg3JEmI/AAAAAAAAACM/XROx47CdlqQ/s400/IMGP3769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120743847731204706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piper Doon!  We Have A Piper Doon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCVSA3JE-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AbfEicXkqS0/s1600-h/IMGP3918-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCVSA3JE-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AbfEicXkqS0/s400/IMGP3918-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120756913021719522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chapel Rosslyn - True Resting Place of the Holy Grail???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next we headed up north, to see the #1 tourist attraction in Scotland.  Can you guess?  It's Ness!  Loch Ness that is!  Home of Nessie, mystery of the deep.  But before we got to Loch Ness, we made a stop at Highland Audi to get a new wiper arm for our rental car, to replace the one that was about to fall off.  Thanks to my newly acquired Garmin Nuvi GPS, we found the Audi place, no trouble! We love this thing!  It will even talk to you - in about 30 different languages!  And 5 or 6 different English accents - your choice!  Well worth the investment:  "Enter roundabout, then take the fourth exit..."  Much easier than dealing with paper maps...and if you mess up and take the wrong exit, it doesn't get mad, it just says "recalculating...in 0.3 miles, turn right on A12"...very cool use of technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/rkunz/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/rkunz/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gps.favoriteam.sk/img/cena-gps/garmin-nuvi-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.gps.favoriteam.sk/img/cena-gps/garmin-nuvi-350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garmin nuvi - Never Leave Home Without It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to Loch Ness, and hopped on a boat, for a little 60 minute tour of the lake.  I took a few snapshots, but haven't found Nessie in any of them yet...can you see her????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCKQg3JEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/IuzbOtWXh04/s1600-h/IMGP4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCKQg3JEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/IuzbOtWXh04/s400/IMGP4019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120744792624009842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Loch Ness...Big Enough to Hold Every Human Being on Earth Three Times Over, and Still Have Enough Room Left Over For a Few Mysteries..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kim, (aka Wonder Woman) caught a rainbow, which is always fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCKqg3JEoI/AAAAAAAAACc/wBv30TKZCTk/s1600-h/IMGP4033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCKqg3JEoI/AAAAAAAAACc/wBv30TKZCTk/s400/IMGP4033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120745239300608642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Bonny, Blue-E'yed Lassie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We next drove down the west coast, through the Highlands, which was the funnest driving experience I think I've ever had - racing down a gentle slope, winding back and forth through mistly, lush, green hills, with rock and waterfalls springing forth out of nowhere.  We were hoping to get to the Eilean Donan castle in time to take a few photos, on our way to our B&amp;amp;B that night on the Isle of Skye...and we couldn't have timed it better!  We rounded a corner, and lo and behold, there was Eilean Donan, in all of it's Medieval Glory (with modern artificial lighting, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCLDQ3JEpI/AAAAAAAAACk/DbUbhYHRkww/s1600-h/IMGP4048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCLDQ3JEpI/AAAAAAAAACk/DbUbhYHRkww/s400/IMGP4048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120745664502370962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eilean Donan Castle - Makes Even a Bad Photographer Look Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We stopped to take a few photos and take in the scenery, then made our way to Skye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCLhQ3JEqI/AAAAAAAAACs/mR77DEyLzk8/s1600-h/IMGP4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCLhQ3JEqI/AAAAAAAAACs/mR77DEyLzk8/s400/IMGP4059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120746179898446498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castle Ruins - Isle Of Skye, Scotland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night on Skye, then some time touring Eilean Donan in the daytime, then headed down to our next destination:  Dumfries.   This was an area where Kim lived for several months.  We knocked unannounced on the Jameses home, a couple Kim lived with on her mission for a few months (we didn't have their address or phone number, but managed to find their new house anyway - it's a small farm town - real small...)  They were very happy for the surprise visit, and we spent a few hours talking to them, and even got treated to spaghetti dinner!  Not exactly Scottish fare, but we'd had plenty of Scottish fare already, so it was a welcome change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then hopped in the car and went to see a couple more of Kim's friends from the mission.  They all remembered her, and every one of them still had mementos that Kim had left behind - pretty incredible after 11 years!  Unfortunately we were having such a great time, we forgot to get our camera out and take some photos...I guess our memories will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we headed down to Preston, to attend the temple there, and another friend from Kim's mission, Kathy Dunachie, who works at the temple visitor housing facilities.  We spent the afternoon and evening there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCL2Q3JErI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z-DV4_sR4nM/s1600-h/IMGP4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCL2Q3JErI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z-DV4_sR4nM/s400/IMGP4147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120746540675699378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preston, England Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we headed down to our next destination, Stratford-Upon-Avon, the birthplace of William Shakespeare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCMHg3JEsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/41uwM1vmtDM/s1600-h/IMGP4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCMHg3JEsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/41uwM1vmtDM/s400/IMGP4148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120746837028442818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stratford-Upon-Avon, Warwickshire, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a relaxing afternoon checking out the touristy spots, and soaking in the atmosphere.  We went to a play that night, a performance of 12th Night by the Royal Shakespeare Company, and were pleasantly surprised to see that American actor John Lithgow was starring in the play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savethemanatee.org/JohnLithgowsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.savethemanatee.org/JohnLithgowsmall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malvolio - John Lithgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithgoe played the snooty, yellow-stockinged (cross-gartered) Malvolio, and absolutely stole the show!  At one point in the performance, Malvolio throws a ring on the ground, to return it to a man who was wooing his employer.  The ring bounced right off the stage, and landed next to a lady's foot in the front row.  Without missing a beat, Lithgow improvised a way to retrieve the ring, without breaking character (flicking his head at the lady who grabbed it off the ground), and carried on with the scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALVOLIO &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will is, it  should be so returned: (throws ring) if it be worth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stooping for, there it lies in your  eye; if not, be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it his that finds it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this point Lithgoe threw a not-so-subtle glance at the lady who had 'found' it in the first row...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of scene you only get in a live setting.  It was magic!  Despite the overt statements the director was trying to make about homosexuality and cross-dressing (he cast 4 characters in opposite-genders, and the written program was filled with gay-friendly articles about Twelfth Night and whether Shakespeare was making some sort of a statement...) the play was very well done, and Lithgoe's performance alone was worth the price of admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent that night in Stratford, then made our way into London the next morning.  Thankfully, it was a Saturday, so not too many people around the city, and no need to pay the "congestion fee" that everybody has to pay that drives into the heart of the city on weekdays.  It's something like 8 pounds a day - or $16 USD, which is the same cost as two one-way subway tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCOFQ3JEuI/AAAAAAAAADM/m3DJYVENzJI/s1600-h/IMGP4160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCOFQ3JEuI/AAAAAAAAADM/m3DJYVENzJI/s400/IMGP4160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120748997396992738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King's Cross Station. Luckily, Our Son Jordan Warned Us Not To Attempt Entering Platform 9 3/4, Pointing Out That We Were Inexperienced Muggles, And Would Surely Fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of subway tickets, London is really expensive!  Maybe it was just the weak dollar, but everything was about twice as expensive as it seemed it should have been.  The subway was 4 pounds one way, or $8.  In Paris it was about 1.1 Euro, or $1.50.  We really enjoyed London, but if I lived there I'd need a signficant pay raise!  We only had about 24 hours to spend in London, so we did a quick whirlwind tour involving a bus and a boat, but did manage to visit a few places like the Tower Bridge, and the London Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCP1g3JEzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ou_d_Xv4rVM/s1600-h/IMGP4250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCP1g3JEzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ou_d_Xv4rVM/s400/IMGP4250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120750925837308722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tower Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCOgA3JEvI/AAAAAAAAADU/uAij4vz6BFA/s1600-h/IMGP4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCOgA3JEvI/AAAAAAAAADU/uAij4vz6BFA/s400/IMGP4169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120749456958493426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look Kids!  Big Ben, Parliament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCPWg3JEyI/AAAAAAAAADs/pm6BeqncesA/s1600-h/IMGP4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCPWg3JEyI/AAAAAAAAADs/pm6BeqncesA/s400/IMGP4173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120750393261364002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;British Airways 'London Eye' Ride - We Took A Ride At Dusk&lt;br /&gt;Incredible Views From Up There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCVzA3JE_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NyUd0i8Xx8k/s1600-h/IMGP4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCVzA3JE_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NyUd0i8Xx8k/s400/IMGP4273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120757479957402610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Ben at Dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Kim's favorite part of London though, was probably Westminster Bridge.  Not because of the bridge, but because of the street vendor selling custom-made bent-metal thingys - she bought one for each of our kids for 4 pounds apiece.  The guy made all three in under 5 minutes!  At that rate he was making $300 USD per hour (or $600k / year!)  That's assuming he can keep that rate up for 8 hours a day of course, which is unlikely...but he did have a pretty good crowd of buyers gathered round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCOxg3JEwI/AAAAAAAAADc/i5VhXmcpDtI/s1600-h/IMGP4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCOxg3JEwI/AAAAAAAAADc/i5VhXmcpDtI/s400/IMGP4181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120749757606204162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic Metal-Bending Westminster Bridge Dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCPAA3JExI/AAAAAAAAADk/HbCsKGfLlA0/s1600-h/IMGP4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCPAA3JExI/AAAAAAAAADk/HbCsKGfLlA0/s400/IMGP4179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120750006714307346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some Bendy Metal + A Pair of Needle-Nose Pliers = $600k / year...Not a Bad Gig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCQCw3JE0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZQOiH7_u1nI/s1600-h/IMGP4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCQCw3JE0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZQOiH7_u1nI/s400/IMGP4167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120751153470575426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reuters Plaza, Canary Wharf Business District, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, at this point I had to say goodbye to Kim and send her home to the kids so I could continue with my business trip in London and Paris the next week, but we had a great time, and I think Kim might even go to another play with me someday now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot we didn't get to see.  We focused mainly on Scotland this time.  We'll have to go back and do London right next time... and/or Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed our kids, but they didn't miss us much.  They do hug us a lot more now though...I think they're a little worried I'll disappear for 16 days again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few shots from Paris, which I didn't do properly, since I only had three working days there, and not much free time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCRnQ3JE4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9zyaWXjBMms/s1600-h/IMGP4325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCRnQ3JE4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9zyaWXjBMms/s400/IMGP4325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120752880047428482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;European "Smart Car".   In America, this is called a  'Speed Bump'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCQxg3JE1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LkcEWj81waU/s1600-h/IMGP4353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCQxg3JE1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LkcEWj81waU/s400/IMGP4353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120751956629459794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Louvre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCSNg3JE5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/AmHIAjGCAg8/s1600-h/IMGP4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCSNg3JE5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/AmHIAjGCAg8/s400/IMGP4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120753537177424786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Venus Di Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCQ7Q3JE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SUzPBibLhfQ/s1600-h/IMGP4400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCQ7Q3JE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SUzPBibLhfQ/s400/IMGP4400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120752124133184354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Arc de Triomphe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCRUA3JE3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NqBCDL1t0GI/s1600-h/IMGP4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCRUA3JE3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NqBCDL1t0GI/s400/IMGP4397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120752549334946674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eiffel Tower at Night (with rotating giant inflated Rugby ball in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCWIg3JFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IuGxbmB203I/s1600-h/IMGP4335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RxCWIg3JFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IuGxbmB203I/s400/IMGP4335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120757849324590082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who Knew Jazz Was So Big In Paris?&lt;br /&gt;So Many Jazz Clubs, So Little Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-7207771911075047460?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/7207771911075047460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=7207771911075047460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/7207771911075047460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/7207771911075047460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/10/scotland-and-london-and-paris-oh-my.html' title='Scotland and London and Paris, Oh My!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13694867290988072421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/Rwq-XQ3JEfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CanVpENoFc4/s72-c/IMGP3981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-2993365690618008893</id><published>2007-09-29T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:11:04.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammer Turkey</title><content type='html'>Sorry to interrupt the Clyde love, but I just had to interject . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of Jared's "Super Salad" story, I was making Ethan a sandwich and asked him "Ham or Turkey?" and he gave me that four-year-old inquisitive look and asked "Mom, what's Hammer Turkey?"  I believe he was rather excited at the possibility of eating something involving a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar thread, we've been watching a video of Discovery Channel's "Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe" that I picked up at the library.  Ethan is fascinated.  So much so that tonight as the missionaries were leaving after dinner he says "Mom, can I watch that dirty movie before bed?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-2993365690618008893?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/2993365690618008893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=2993365690618008893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/2993365690618008893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/2993365690618008893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/09/hammer-turkey.html' title='Hammer Turkey'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/S2o2NZoP31I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gol_ZlwU4wI/S220/Nov+2009+-+Jan+-2010+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-2656097159876521101</id><published>2007-09-28T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:00:56.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clyde's Top 10</title><content type='html'>10.  Out of 40 roommates in my single years, my parents were the by far the best:  they expected the best of me without breathing down my neck.  They treated me like an adult and loved me like a child . . . not to mention no rent and a full fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10a.  Leaving the house for work at least twice a week to find Dad out there just finishing up a wash and detail of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Although he was nearly always right, I don't recall any "I told you so's" when I made a poor choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  He helped me fix the first mailbox I hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8a.  He flew to Florida to help me fix the last mailbox I hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  He put up with me learning to play the violin (or was that just his hearing loss?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Taught me the value of a comparison list.  My husband makes fun of my "Clyde Lists" I still create--a spreadsheet with all the items and details for comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6a.  He taught me never to take myself too seriously (didn't last year's top ten lists spawn the hairdo pics?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  He never (well rarely) complained about my dinner concoctions--even if there just wasn't enough meat.  He'd just brown up his own hamburger and pour it on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Always the epitome of efficiency he would send "Dad Letters" while we were away at college.  "Dear Brandon/Ryan/Jennifer/Justin" and your name would be highlighted along with any portions that applied just (or mostly) to you.  He even wrote a letter to my roommate telling her to stop sitting in front of the open oven and put on a sweater for heavens sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He encouraged me to follow my dreams--even when that meant a degree in theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  He is relentlessly fair-minded.  When I was unmarried at 24, he offered to write out a check equivalent to the cost of a wedding if at any point I decided I was unlikely to marry, or would rather just take the cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He just wants his kids to be happy, even at his own expense or at the risk of inserting his foot in mouth.  When I was wedding dress shopping, I was disappointed to learn that the dress I returned to purchase had been sold.  The only other contender looked great but was ridiculously expensive.  He said to me "I'll buy you the expensive dress--we just don't want you to be ugly on your wedding day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a.  Taught me the value of saving money (sometimes by good example sometimes by bad).  I still remember Dad saying to me "If I'd realized at 25 the peace of mind of having half a year's salary in savings, I'd have done it years sooner and suffered less."  It is thanks to Dad's teachings that I am fairly young, out of debt, have a relatively sizable savings account for a rainy day and have a great sense of inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad.  I could go on and on, but I suppose I should save some for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-2656097159876521101?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/2656097159876521101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=2656097159876521101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/2656097159876521101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/2656097159876521101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/09/clydes-top-10.html' title='Clyde&apos;s Top 10'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/S2o2NZoP31I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gol_ZlwU4wI/S220/Nov+2009+-+Jan+-2010+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-1214585590608081363</id><published>2007-09-26T06:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:43:44.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why Clyde is Cool</title><content type='html'>Ok, it was Dad's birthday yesterday and here is my new and improved list of Top Ten reasons why "Clyde is Cool" (a la David Letterman, didn't we do this last year?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Growing up our Dad Clyde would regularly tip over a glass of water at the dinner table and the irony of life is that I have inherited this skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Whenever Clyde forgets something you can always tell because about 5 to 10 minutes after you've left your previous place of destination he will snap his finger and that is our signal to ask "ok Dad, what did you forget?"  I've inherited this practice as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Clyde is a very prepared guy, especially when it comes to informational binders and preparing lessons or talks.  I have received and created a few "Clyde Binders" and "Clyde Lessons/Talks" in my short 28 years of life.  In fact I still have many binders and lessons/talks he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Clyde is a skilled lawn technician, and if you have ever seen a nicer lawn than Dad has maintained, it is probably taken care of by at least 10 or more illegal immigrants to attain the high standard of quality of Clyde the perfect lawn technician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Clyde has no middle name or initial.  He's a simple guy on the surface, but behind that simple and to the point name, there are layers of complexity, skill and depth of character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Clyde is a died in the wool go-getter of a salesman although he has mellowed in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Of all the traits I inherited from Clyde, I think the craving for cookies is probably my least favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our Dad is a unique guy and he has taught us all that you don't really need to be rich to feel like a high roller, e.g. you can buy life vests and water skis and gear, even if you don't own a boat.  You can keep your car perfectly vacuumed and clean and "protect your investment" whether you drive a lexus or a hyundai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'll never forget one Christmas when I was quite young and I was very distressed that I might not get a sega game system, but thanks to Clyde and his connections with folks at the North Pole, he could almost 100% guarantee me that I would get the gift I sought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  And last but not least, Clyde is a great example of a faithful and loving husband and father and in general he is a "good soldier" type of church member, faithfully performing his duties without needing any praise and without ever slackening his stride, and I think this is one of main reasons all us guys in the family have turned out so well, because we all look up to and admire the one, the only "The Clyde"...happy birthday Dad!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jared, Holly and Isabella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-1214585590608081363?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/1214585590608081363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=1214585590608081363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/1214585590608081363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/1214585590608081363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/09/10-reasons-why-clyde-is-cool.html' title='10 Reasons Why Clyde is Cool'/><author><name>JB George Frederick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/S8NjwbUZiSI/AAAAAAAAASg/xVPAINsx4VY/S220/kunzJBfaceborg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-4080057006666489134</id><published>2007-08-22T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:49.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Tow Truck</title><content type='html'>Haven't heard much from us backwoods-ers in awhile, so I thought I'd chime in.  Ethan had a great day at camp the other week--camp didn't have &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5njMVACI/AAAAAAAAABg/o4FMV6TNkqA/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5njMVACI/AAAAAAAAABg/o4FMV6TNkqA/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101726935761092642" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;such a great day.  One morning as Ethan and his friend Acadia were playing out in the driveway I heard a loud crash.  I ran out expecting to find our van had been rolled down the driveway, across the road, down the ravine and over the waterfall.  Fortunately for us, that was not the case.  Unfortunately for camp, a bus of campers had been returning from the horse barn and a truck had been speeding down the mountain collided right outside of Matt's office.  Needless to say we spent quite a while checking out the incident from Matt's window.  Then, we waited for the tow-truck and watched it haul off the vehicles.  Ethan speculated to grandma that a "double-tow-truck" would be needed and proceeded to explain to her what that was.  She asked for a picture.  Unfortunately, just a single tow-truck arrived for double duty, but we got a picture of that anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're all posting pics, here are a couple more of my boys at camp (oh, and the bright orange salamanders Elliot found in the brush&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5nzMVADI/AAAAAAAAABo/kbcBRm3UyaM/s1600-h/DSCF0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5nzMVADI/AAAAAAAAABo/kbcBRm3UyaM/s320/DSCF0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101726940056059954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5nTMVABI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mj0Q1hj0EEc/s1600-h/DSCF0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5nTMVABI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mj0Q1hj0EEc/s320/DSCF0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101726931466125330" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5mTMU__I/AAAAAAAAABI/GHaoXbFtlPs/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5mTMU__I/AAAAAAAAABI/GHaoXbFtlPs/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101726914286256114" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5mzMVAAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n-BHIpCqBsA/s1600-h/DSCF0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5mzMVAAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n-BHIpCqBsA/s320/DSCF0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101726922876190722" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-4080057006666489134?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/4080057006666489134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=4080057006666489134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/4080057006666489134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/4080057006666489134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/08/double-tow-truck.html' title='Double Tow Truck'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/S2o2NZoP31I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gol_ZlwU4wI/S220/Nov+2009+-+Jan+-2010+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/Rsz5njMVACI/AAAAAAAAABg/o4FMV6TNkqA/s72-c/DSCF0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-5635243394346482390</id><published>2007-08-17T23:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:49.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The chaos before the final portrait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsaB1YJgowI/AAAAAAAAABI/l15hsu_bwm8/s1600-h/DSC_6304+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsaB1YJgowI/AAAAAAAAABI/l15hsu_bwm8/s320/DSC_6304+new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099906382059053826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last Christmas?  And the disastrous visit to Inkley's Portrait Studio?  Here's a funny outtake.  Maybe they should get some photographers that know how to do family portraits - like get the kids attention, take lots of shots, etc?  Oh well, the final shot turned out OK, after a few headswaps and such...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-5635243394346482390?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/5635243394346482390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=5635243394346482390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5635243394346482390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5635243394346482390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/08/chaos-before-final-portrait.html' title='The chaos before the final portrait!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13694867290988072421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsaB1YJgowI/AAAAAAAAABI/l15hsu_bwm8/s72-c/DSC_6304+new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-8764281395024908119</id><published>2007-08-16T02:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:50.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few shots of the kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQRfYJgovI/AAAAAAAAABA/r4stdFp5PGw/s1600-h/IMGP3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQRfYJgovI/AAAAAAAAABA/r4stdFp5PGw/s320/IMGP3338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099219908846199538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQOroJgouI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6ojHzSh2k5M/s1600-h/IMGP3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQOroJgouI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6ojHzSh2k5M/s320/IMGP3487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099216820764713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQOVIJgotI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7Oox-WT9kPA/s1600-h/IMGP3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQOVIJgotI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7Oox-WT9kPA/s320/IMGP3528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099216434217657042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-8764281395024908119?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/8764281395024908119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=8764281395024908119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/8764281395024908119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/8764281395024908119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/08/few-shots-of-kids.html' title='A few shots of the kids...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13694867290988072421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQRfYJgovI/AAAAAAAAABA/r4stdFp5PGw/s72-c/IMGP3338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-5957404714385236658</id><published>2007-08-16T02:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:50.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQMjIJgosI/AAAAAAAAAAo/z4rzSFhqFWA/s1600-h/JaredTacos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQMjIJgosI/AAAAAAAAAAo/z4rzSFhqFWA/s320/JaredTacos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099214475712570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since we're posting photos...here's some dude that was selling tacos at the Mariners game last night.  He looks eerily familiar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-5957404714385236658?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/5957404714385236658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=5957404714385236658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5957404714385236658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/5957404714385236658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/08/tacos.html' title='Tacos?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13694867290988072421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbSULsD1guk/RsQMjIJgosI/AAAAAAAAAAo/z4rzSFhqFWA/s72-c/JaredTacos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-3315963505243900869</id><published>2007-08-13T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunz Knewz from CA and WA (not western australia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some guy named "J. Kunz" painted these pictures and they were placed on this video game art website for this obscure game called "World of Warcrack" or something. I think this guy definitely has some "sweet skills" so I thought I would share them with you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RsE1-CseWJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sKFhMft3ACE/s1600-h/ss2-hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098415593151682706" style="WIDTH: 610px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" height="231" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RsE1-CseWJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sKFhMft3ACE/s640/ss2-hires.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/wrath/art.xml?3"&gt;http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/wrath/art.xml?3&lt;/a&gt; Here is the link to each as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RsE1oyseWII/AAAAAAAAADI/mAY_KkgkmdA/s1600-h/ss3-hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098415228079462530" style="WIDTH: 618px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RsE1oyseWII/AAAAAAAAADI/mAY_KkgkmdA/s640/ss3-hires.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude came to visit us this weekend. He says he's my brother or something and he didn't want any pictures taken of himself, but we got one when he wasn't looking while sitting watching a football game on the couch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098418780017416386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RsE43iseWMI/AAAAAAAAADo/F0dqiTrTODs/s640/IMGP3624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-3315963505243900869?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/3315963505243900869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=3315963505243900869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/3315963505243900869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/3315963505243900869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/08/kunz-knewz-from-ca-and-wa-not-western.html' title='Kunz Knewz from CA and WA (not western australia)'/><author><name>JB George Frederick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/S8NjwbUZiSI/AAAAAAAAASg/xVPAINsx4VY/S220/kunzJBfaceborg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RsE1-CseWJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sKFhMft3ACE/s72-c/ss2-hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-8381834473252899111</id><published>2007-07-30T14:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5FclI55ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u5foD6o7aHw/s1600-h/0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093084585910723986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5FclI55ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u5foD6o7aHw/s320/0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5Fc1I55aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iofAmUfFOvE/s1600-h/0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093084590205691298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5Fc1I55aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iofAmUfFOvE/s320/0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5FdFI55bI/AAAAAAAAABE/aa1lmKlrDD0/s1600-h/0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093084594500658610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5FdFI55bI/AAAAAAAAABE/aa1lmKlrDD0/s320/0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5FdVI55cI/AAAAAAAAABM/ccWXg3zgOQ0/s1600-h/0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093084598795625922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5FdVI55cI/AAAAAAAAABM/ccWXg3zgOQ0/s320/0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we took the kids to get their pictures taken. I decided I have had it with school pictures. Allison's last school picture was fuzzy and she was doing a pose in front of a fake school bus....hmm....needless to say, next year I will only be purchasing the class photo. Here are their pictures (if I can figure out how to attach them). Nama: hard copies are coming! We sure miss everyone out west. Brandon and I are thinking about coming out maybe after Christmas and before school starts up again. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq37G1I55VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z0cr1beX3WM/s1600-h/0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-8381834473252899111?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/8381834473252899111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=8381834473252899111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/8381834473252899111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/8381834473252899111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/07/this-weekend-we-took-kids-to-get-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03428504150223833845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cv3drFeObzg/Rq5FclI55ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u5foD6o7aHw/s72-c/0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-8199558673716097677</id><published>2007-07-26T23:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:52.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukilteo Lighthouse Beach Park/Whidbey Island Ferry</title><content type='html'>It's been a little over a month since we moved to our new home in Mukilteo Washington. Now we are settled, we have discovered lots of fun stuff to do around here...and the view is Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently took a drive...a whole five minute drive...down to the beach.  It was so fun to watch Bella run around in the sand and throw rocks into the crashing waves.&lt;br /&gt;This little girl absolutely loves the water...so much so we kinda have the feeling that swim lessons will need to come sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though we are going to keep enjoying our time here and we are especially grateful that Jared now is able to spends lots more time with his two favorite girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmTaSseWAI/AAAAAAAAACU/DlLj7aodI9I/s1600-h/DSC07981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmTaSseWAI/AAAAAAAAACU/DlLj7aodI9I/s320/DSC07981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091762933623314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmRASseV6I/AAAAAAAAABk/cCblHKq-prA/s1600-h/DSC07989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmRASseV6I/AAAAAAAAABk/cCblHKq-prA/s320/DSC07989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091760287923460002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmSlSseV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/LWSpQncioPg/s1600-h/DSC08014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmSlSseV-I/AAAAAAAAACE/LWSpQncioPg/s320/DSC08014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091762023090247650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmTmyseWBI/AAAAAAAAACc/ifoZPFD0bBQ/s1600-h/DSC08010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmTmyseWBI/AAAAAAAAACc/ifoZPFD0bBQ/s320/DSC08010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091763148371679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-8199558673716097677?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/8199558673716097677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=8199558673716097677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/8199558673716097677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/8199558673716097677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/07/mukilteo-lighthouse-beach-parkwhidbey.html' title='Mukilteo Lighthouse Beach Park/Whidbey Island Ferry'/><author><name>JB George Frederick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/S8NjwbUZiSI/AAAAAAAAASg/xVPAINsx4VY/S220/kunzJBfaceborg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ler27VV_Lc8/RqmTaSseWAI/AAAAAAAAACU/DlLj7aodI9I/s72-c/DSC07981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823893308939158684.post-1942918898558612939</id><published>2007-05-14T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:53.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Windstorm of '07</title><content type='html'>I thought the great windstorm would be an appropriately exciting initial blog entry for the newly created (thanks Ryan) Kunz Knuz blog.  So here goes . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stormy monday morning in April.  The Carolina mountain men were restless--they knew.  The power had been threatening to cut out all morning, when suddenly, it was gone.  The dryer stopped dead in it's tracks, the computer whined to a halt and all that was left was the sound of the wind in the trees.  Then, the "thunking" began.   "Thunk!!!"  What was that?!  A branch must have landed on the house. "Thunk!" and another.  I put the baby to bed and Ethan wanted to head up the path to get an arial view of the house--to see if there were stray branches.  We started up the path.  I looked up at the swaying treetops and thought better of it.  We went back inside to wait it out.   A little before noon there was a sudden, earth-shaking "THUNK!!!".  I thought for sure a tree had come down on the roof.  I ran into the baby's room--no tree, but he was wide awake.  I looked out the front door, then the back--no trees teetering on the house.  It must have been a branch.  A neighbor stopped by a few minutes later.  "Are you guys okay?!"  "Yes, why?"  "Have you seen your car?"  I looked out the boys' window and saw it.  The tree hadn't landed on the house, nor the car, but&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/RkkX8AJambI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wF7tMItwHlM/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/RkkX8AJambI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wF7tMItwHlM/s320/DSCF0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064605575553915314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a series of unfortunate events had unfolded.  The tree fell down the hill, across the path Ethan and I had been on just a bit ago. It came down with such force it shook the ground, and took out  power meter box which had been attached to my house.  The power meter box was now sitting in the front seat of my van.  The power line draped across the top.   The force of the falling tree had torn the box from my house and sent it through the window of the minivan.  Needless to say, it was quite an exciting day in the Hoisington household.  We were without power for three days--two of which we had a power line draped across our driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/RkkagwJamcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vzwKERxIQrM/s1600-h/DSCF0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/RkkagwJamcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vzwKERxIQrM/s320/DSCF0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064608405937363394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/RkkahAJamdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5qWn3Mwxmoo/s1600-h/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/RkkahAJamdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5qWn3Mwxmoo/s320/DSCF0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064608410232330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting part of it all however, was when they replaced the power meter directly outside of Ethan's window and he got to watch the guys in the little bucket crane go up and down mere inches from his face.  All this on his birthday to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took nearly two weeks for them to replace the front door and window and buff out all the scratches and dents from the box and it's power lines.  We have had quite the welcome into the Carolina mountain spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started the Kunz Knuz, the "blog" idea was put forth and I poo-pooed it because I wanted to do something more traditional. And, I'm skeptical of anything that uses cutesy internet language such as "blog" (consider this fair warning for any of you posting anything using cutesy web-speak shortcuts such as "lol" and "bff"--that I will make fun of you.   What, are you 14?  Learn to type already!).  But, seeing as I have failed miserably at the regularity of the Kunz Knuz, why don't we give this a shot?  I can't wait to read everybody's entries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823893308939158684-1942918898558612939?l=www.kunzfamily.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/feeds/1942918898558612939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823893308939158684&amp;postID=1942918898558612939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/1942918898558612939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823893308939158684/posts/default/1942918898558612939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kunzfamily.org/2007/05/great-windstorm-of-07.html' title='The Great Windstorm of &apos;07'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/S2o2NZoP31I/AAAAAAAAAOE/gol_ZlwU4wI/S220/Nov+2009+-+Jan+-2010+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__1ilU2TPoh0/RkkX8AJambI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wF7tMItwHlM/s72-c/DSCF0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
