<?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-2217732174683482258</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:03:08.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famtasms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Famtasms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320924191055450020</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217732174683482258.post-6149721194785415708</id><published>2009-03-01T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:58:30.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With Great Grandma Peggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatF8M-UzeI/AAAAAAAAABM/h-BXYbM9W2k/s1600-h/200902069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatF8M-UzeI/AAAAAAAAABM/h-BXYbM9W2k/s200/200902069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413486363364834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was a very up and down month for the family. It saw Nick turn 17 and Grandma turn 60 as high points. It also saw a bit of high school angst and some trouble for our resident teen . . . details not to be blogged. Suffice it to say, quite a bit of stress was felt by all and things are definitely much better at the time of this posting. One of the nice high points in February was getting the boys together with their Great Grandma for a picnic and day at the neighborhood park. We all had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatGBuvuCqI/AAAAAAAAABU/rB-ILc4vZfQ/s1600-h/200902066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatGBuvuCqI/AAAAAAAAABU/rB-ILc4vZfQ/s200/200902066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413581328255650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look says it all . . . Mom, I had a bite of sandwich . . . is it cookie time now? Our skinny little bird of a boy! We constantly wonder where his non-stop energy comes from, certainly NOT from calories. We're pretty sure he's solar powered.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFziBOnuI/AAAAAAAAABE/SpAELzncoeA/s1600-h/200902075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFziBOnuI/AAAAAAAAABE/SpAELzncoeA/s200/200902075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413337393864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, Grandma supervised as Xander discovered some park toys to play with . . . never mind all the swings and jungle gym equipment . . . for Xander playing with the park-truck took top priority.&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/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFhes08II/AAAAAAAAAA0/CCla1xbvJhM/s1600-h/200902089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFhes08II/AAAAAAAAAA0/CCla1xbvJhM/s200/200902089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413027265343618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For anyone who thinks 17 is "grown up" HA! Nick spun himself silly on the whirlygig-whatchamacallit. It's'just too bad we didn't get any pictures of him diving head-first down the slides too!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFsFVnRWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VTHIBYjKQYU/s1600-h/200902088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFsFVnRWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VTHIBYjKQYU/s200/200902088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413209435653474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there's anything that could get Xander away from the truck, it was the sight of a cute little girl having loads of fun spinning on the whirlygig . . . Nick was more than happy to provide a little additional oomph to the spin to ensure maximum laughter and dizziness of his little brother . . .&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFb03MkjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/r3lscis4mrw/s1600-h/200902097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatFb03MkjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/r3lscis4mrw/s200/200902097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308412930135200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Climb? Climb? Who needs to climb? Xander had fun impressing Great Grandma with his ability to "walk" up the climbing wall portion of the "little kids" area of the park.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatGGbKJK9I/AAAAAAAAABc/jxKchXtA_F0/s1600-h/200902090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatGGbKJK9I/AAAAAAAAABc/jxKchXtA_F0/s200/200902090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413661969722322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick demonstrating the fine art of dangling from monkey bars while Xander gets a little boost from dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours of excellet cool weather the rain finally arrived to wash out our day. No worries though because it ws then back to Great Grandma's house for ice cream sandwiches and a bit more play-time before we all headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is old enough to appreciate the importance of getting to know a great grand relative like his Grandma Peggy and Xander will understand it too in a few more years. For now it's nice that they can both build some wonderful memories to carry with them for many years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217732174683482258-6149721194785415708?l=famtasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6149721194785415708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217732174683482258&amp;postID=6149721194785415708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/6149721194785415708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/6149721194785415708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-with-great-grandma-peggy.html' title='A Day With Great Grandma Peggy'/><author><name>Famtasms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320924191055450020</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/__v1vf5io3SM/SatF8M-UzeI/AAAAAAAAABM/h-BXYbM9W2k/s72-c/200902069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217732174683482258.post-6634108022878632920</id><published>2009-03-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:26:13.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now for some pics . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere during the ramblings of the last (ahem, January) entry I promised pictures so here they are along with a few comments to help guide viewers along. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatCPi9YfVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hKFoEQZKGfs/s1600-h/200902053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatCPi9YfVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hKFoEQZKGfs/s200/200902053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308409420635995474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first pictures are from Nick's little family Birthday dinner. Nick insisted over and over that he did NOT want a party with friends or family . . . even when we offerred to pay for a night out for him and a few friends to a location of his choice . . . hey, no worries, it saved us a small fortune. So we had a quite (as quited as TGI Friday's can be) family dinner and invited the Houston-area grandparents along for the meal . . . or did they invite us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatANgmpdoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j22I9nqKJUc/s1600-h/200902048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatANgmpdoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j22I9nqKJUc/s200/200902048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308407186620774018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Either way, we had a great time and the Darroh dining out curse did not disappoint - as Nick's grandmother's salmon dish arrived very late . . . and was decidedly NOT salmon. (More on the curse at some later blog, but the curse is that when 3 or more Darroh's join for a meal out one of the orders, without fail, arrives completely wrong . . . and inevitably winds up being free). But here are a few pics of the boys, Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatC9pvWVDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h-hlZ-0KwpY/s1600-h/200902057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SatC9pvWVDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h-hlZ-0KwpY/s200/200902057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308410212730164274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Nick!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it should go without saying, but of course we'll say it anyway, YES! Having a 17 year old soon-to-be-senior in High School does make us feel a bit, ahem, middle aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2217732174683482258-6634108022878632920?l=famtasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6634108022878632920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217732174683482258&amp;postID=6634108022878632920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/6634108022878632920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/6634108022878632920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-for-some-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Famtasms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320924191055450020</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/__v1vf5io3SM/SatCPi9YfVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hKFoEQZKGfs/s72-c/200902053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217732174683482258.post-7724684637639656096</id><published>2009-01-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:54:38.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-time No BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. . . but we're still here. Still doing our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Darroh&lt;/span&gt; family stuff. But before we get to the catching up - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now our late breaking . . . err, very late news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new year is upon us and with it a new president elect - Amy and I voted together a bit early and although our candidate didn't win . . . okay, so maybe he wasn't our candidate - our candidate wasn't actually in the race, we wish the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prez&lt;/span&gt; good luck. But enough of that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nick, now a junior in high school, took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PSAT&lt;/span&gt; test a couple of months ago. We just got his scores and can only say we were a bit disappointed - we THOUGHT we were raising someone we could send out into the world to blend in with the extraordinarily average young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;schlubs&lt;/span&gt; of society. Alas, our Nick has defied our teachings and gone on to be truly exceptional. He scored in the 98&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile for math . . . only missing 1 question on the entire math portion of the exam, and landed himself in the top 85&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile for everything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And while I joke about our disappointment, Amy and I are counting the moments until the invitations from the very non-average universities start pouring in. It'll be fun to watch his eyes light up at the possibilities that will present themselves . . . and we're sure it'll be fun for him to watch us use his scientific calculator to quantify the $&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;taggering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;expen&lt;/span&gt;$e$ for which good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' mom and dad will soon be paying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's okay - in the long run we're counting on him for our retirement . . . and longevity runs in both our families. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other Nick news the science fair is rapidly approaching and Nick and his science partner Quin are busy working on proving over-unity possible by means of magnetic resonant energy. We wish him luck and hope to be posting some pics of the mad scientist at work on his devices soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, we're told there may be a girlfriend in the mix for Nick, but we won't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; him by posting her name - since she's not "officially" his girlfriend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Xander&lt;/span&gt; just continues to grow, and unfortunately for us, he seems to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mimicking&lt;/span&gt; his brother and stubbornly refuses to blend in and be ordinary. At a little over 4 years old he is beginning to read by sounding out letters - and there are already a lot of words that we the parents of said child are no longer allowed to SPELL in his presence, much less use with the gusto and emotion they rightly deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He continues to impress and charm and flirt the pants off (figuratively speaking) any pretty woman he deems worthy. AND he gets away with it . . . . That's our little extrovert: always talking (even to himself and inanimate objects - sometimes he sings too), he virtually never sits still, and anyone who speaks either to him or to anyone within his earshot, simply MUST be focused on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Xander&lt;/span&gt;....suffice it to say this provides us hours of entertainment and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; as thoughts do not live in his head more than a wisp of a moment before they emerge in full volume so that the world may partake of their greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's growing up quickly - a little too quickly for our liking - so as frustrating as life can sometimes be when you have a child of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Xander's&lt;/span&gt;, shall we say LARGE personality, we try and enjoy the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Santa was wonderful to all, especially so to Nick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Xander&lt;/span&gt; and Nick (the brilliant but directionally challenged) found himself the recipient of a GPS, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Xander&lt;/span&gt; (the bombastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;volumist&lt;/span&gt;) found a new "big boy" bed set closely by the tree for him, oh yeah, and both of them got other goodies galore, to numerous to list (Thank you extended family)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will post some updated pics soon, that's Amy's department - she's the visualizer, I'm purely textual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217732174683482258-7724684637639656096?l=famtasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7724684637639656096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217732174683482258&amp;postID=7724684637639656096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/7724684637639656096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/7724684637639656096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long-time No BLOG'/><author><name>Famtasms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320924191055450020</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-2217732174683482258.post-8894074960174305119</id><published>2008-09-25T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:04:09.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMTASMS, Darroh Family Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SNwJr_RvIHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zLb29Sk0uQo/s1600-h/200807+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250081916932006002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__v1vf5io3SM/SNwJr_RvIHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zLb29Sk0uQo/s200/200807+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;FAMTASMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the official blog of Amy &amp;amp; Dorian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We left a lot of friends behind in our move to Houston back in 2006, and while we've tried to keep in touch with everyone the forces of nature have descended to stifle our best efforts, or at least some of our less than best efforts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We tried calling, but the FCC has us under surveillance, so we try to be brief - why they are concerned with our children, marriage, the weather and careers, is beyond us (we expect they're just tired of listening in on prospective terrorist chatter). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We tried emailing, but that took too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, we tried carrier pigeons - I'm betting they never arrived . . . apparently there are a lot of people with guns between Houston and Dallas who are fond of pigeon-based cuisine . . . although we did get some interesting messages from folks claiming to be our friends we became suspicious when the notes were poorly written and printed on the backside of receipts from auto body and bait and tackle shops. OUR friends keep their receipts. So . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have established this little blog in the hopes that our real friends will stop by from time to time, take a look at the photos and maybe send us a note once in a while to say "Hiya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the best from Us to You! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217732174683482258-8894074960174305119?l=famtasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8894074960174305119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217732174683482258&amp;postID=8894074960174305119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/8894074960174305119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217732174683482258/posts/default/8894074960174305119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famtasms.blogspot.com/2008/09/famtasms-darroh-family-blog.html' title='FAMTASMS, Darroh Family Blog'/><author><name>Famtasms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320924191055450020</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/__v1vf5io3SM/SNwJr_RvIHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zLb29Sk0uQo/s72-c/200807+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
