<?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-3228083877661034419</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:16:14.909-05:00</updated><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Buffalo 2010'/><title type='text'>La Familia Di Salvo</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow the Di Salvo family as we sell our house, move across the country and face other exciting challenges along the way!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6644131247884426139</id><published>2011-09-29T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:08:14.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Frankie</title><content type='html'>This announcement is a little late, but here we are (I'm short on time, so you get the newspaper version):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cI4lCwYfECc/ToSHCz4ADeI/AAAAAAAACNQ/kQESLT9DX-4/s1600/Frankie+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cI4lCwYfECc/ToSHCz4ADeI/AAAAAAAACNQ/kQESLT9DX-4/s320/Frankie+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frank Joseph Di Salvo II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo and Andrea Di Salvo of Heppner, Ore. announce the birth of a son, Frank Joseph. Frank was born at Good Shepherd Hospital in Hermiston, Ore. at 3:06 p.m. on Sunday, August 21, 2011. He weighed eight pounds and was 21 and a quarter inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank joins older sister, Moira, age three. Grandparents are Frank and Pam Di Salvo of Cheektowaga, NY; Lucille Di Salvo of Buffalo, NY; and Dexter and Corinne Miles of Heppner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, baby boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-6644131247884426139?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6644131247884426139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6644131247884426139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6644131247884426139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6644131247884426139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-frankie.html' title='Baby Frankie'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cI4lCwYfECc/ToSHCz4ADeI/AAAAAAAACNQ/kQESLT9DX-4/s72-c/Frankie+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6644095089759836835</id><published>2011-04-30T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:27:49.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update -- Week 24</title><content type='html'>Little Frankie and I had a checkup yesterday. We don't have much to report, but that's good! Everything looks EXCELLENT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor briefly went over the ultrasound results from several weeks ago, but there was nothing much to say. There's still only one baby in there (whew!). He's in the 70th percentile for growth, which is nice and big, but not  too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart-rate is good and my blood pressure is great. And, yes, he's kicking up a storm. Yup, everything looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next appointment is May 26th. We'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-6644095089759836835?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6644095089759836835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6644095089759836835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6644095089759836835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6644095089759836835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/pregnancy-update-week-24.html' title='Pregnancy Update -- Week 24'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3507648203084710087</id><published>2011-04-07T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:57:00.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update -- Ultrasound #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzrF8uqK5pA/TZ5bAaXTKOI/AAAAAAAACMs/7RizbuQL108/s1600/Image01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzrF8uqK5pA/TZ5bAaXTKOI/AAAAAAAACMs/7RizbuQL108/s320/Image01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the profile view of Baby Di Salvo #2...or, as we're calling him/her, "Baby Jr."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had our second ultrasound today. I was there by myself since Carmelo had to work. They made me arrive with a full bladder--a quart of water an hour before the appointment--so the ultrasound itself was pretty uncomfortable. Aside from that, "Baby Jr." didn't make it easy for the tech to take measurements. He/she was all over the place, performing flips that would make an acrobat proud. I think we have one that can keep up with Moira! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, he/she? Does that mean we don't know yet? Nah, we're yanking your chain. In the words of the ultrasound tech, "I see an extra digit...between his legs." All that movement may have made measurements difficult, but it left no doubt about his gender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abJzuH5wm3E/TZ5bEiZKU7I/AAAAAAAACMw/sMR-GVwJQAo/s1600/Image03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abJzuH5wm3E/TZ5bEiZKU7I/AAAAAAAACMw/sMR-GVwJQAo/s320/Image03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, introducing Frank Joseph Di Salvo II. Hello, world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-3507648203084710087?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3507648203084710087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3507648203084710087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3507648203084710087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3507648203084710087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/pregnancy-update-ultrasound-2.html' title='Pregnancy Update -- Ultrasound #2'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzrF8uqK5pA/TZ5bAaXTKOI/AAAAAAAACMs/7RizbuQL108/s72-c/Image01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-698479625544233204</id><published>2011-03-30T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:23:02.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update -- Week 20</title><content type='html'>Another OB checkup today. Everything is normal. Normal equals good, so we're happy. I was a little concerned that I couldn't tell right away whether the doctor was a man or a woman (no first name given as a hint). A man with a high-pitched voice and ponytail? Or a woman with a severe five O'clock shadow? I eventually decided on woman. Regardless, the doctor was nice, knowledgeable and thorough. Man or woman, can't ask for more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the heartbeat had echoes of Moira; the baby moved around so much, the doctor had a hard time finding the heartbeat. (*groan* Not another one! Maybe they'll keep each other busy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for those who are still anxious to know the gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultrasound #2 next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep you posted.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-698479625544233204?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/698479625544233204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=698479625544233204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/698479625544233204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/698479625544233204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnancy-update-week-20.html' title='Pregnancy Update -- Week 20'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8036920497509918842</id><published>2011-03-10T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:32:24.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update -- Ultrasound #1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the Di Salvos had our first ultrasound for Baby Di Salvo #2. We made it a family affair with not only myself but also Carmelo and Moira present for our first sight of our newest addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are anxious to know the gender will be disappointed. (When Carmelo asked if we were having a boy or girl, the doctor said, "Yes." ) The doctor says we'll be able to tell gender better at 22 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our part, we are thrilled that we have an apparently healthy baby that's the right size and has all his/her major parts. The measurements set the age at 17 weeks and 3 days...three days further along than other estimates, but close enough. So, we're keeping the August 18 due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two snapshots we received are below. They're not as good as the original--they got a little grainy during the scan--but you can see the head to the right, the spine at the top, and part of a leg toward the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr4qhxki1Po/TXkInRzpyxI/AAAAAAAACMU/3uzEjpYoEws/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr4qhxki1Po/TXkInRzpyxI/AAAAAAAACMU/3uzEjpYoEws/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582502683990412050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures don't show everything we saw...we caught a glimpse of both arms and both legs, the kidneys and the bladder. We also got to see the little heart pumping away and the head and stomach moving in and out as the baby breathed the amniotic fluid to help develop its lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJtPWRLViBw/TXkIm0fG7VI/AAAAAAAACMM/HYIh7LVxpcA/s1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJtPWRLViBw/TXkIm0fG7VI/AAAAAAAACMM/HYIh7LVxpcA/s400/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582502676119612754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, everything looked great. Dr. Watt was please, and also complimented Baby #1, Moira, on her knowledge of the alphabet song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more info in about three weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-8036920497509918842?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8036920497509918842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8036920497509918842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8036920497509918842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8036920497509918842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnancy-update-ultrasound-1.html' title='Pregnancy Update -- Ultrasound #1'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr4qhxki1Po/TXkInRzpyxI/AAAAAAAACMU/3uzEjpYoEws/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2531382310451717935</id><published>2011-02-05T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:14:28.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update</title><content type='html'>Yes, the word is official...we are expecting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo and I had an appointment with Dr. Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trupp&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hermiston&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday. It was an uncomfortable appointment in all the usual ways, with blood being drawn and...well, ladies, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His prognosis is that I definitely "have the disease" and that I am "disgustingly normal." Both were good news! Carmelo got to feel the baby bump with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trupp's&lt;/span&gt; guidance, and we both heard the heartbeat, quiet but strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, all is pretty much as we thought. We're just finishing up our 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week, which means we only have one more week in our first trimester. Wow! It's amazing to think we're already entering the second trimester...time has flown despite nausea and insomnia. The baby's size, position and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heartrate&lt;/span&gt; are right for this stage. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trupp&lt;/span&gt; only adjusted my due date by 3 days...we now have a Baby Di Salvo ETA of August 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll tell more when we have more to tell. For now, let the party keep on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rollin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-2531382310451717935?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2531382310451717935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2531382310451717935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2531382310451717935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2531382310451717935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/pregnancy-update.html' title='Pregnancy Update'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1483103620805987672</id><published>2010-12-22T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:44:40.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Some of you have already gotten this Christmas letter. Others can expect it in your mailboxes some day soon. For everyone who didn't make the postage-cost cut (sorry!), here's what the Di Salvo family has been up to in 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends &amp;amp; Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter the season of Advent this year, we find ourselves able to identify with this season of expectancy. The Di Salvo Family feels big things coming! For now, though we continue to endure our own season of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re still staying with Andrea’s parents in what has become a loooong period of transition. Things continue to look up, though. Carmelo recently received a raise and a promotion to closing manager at his job at Heppner Family Foods. We still make gelato and sell it locally; business is growing, and we sold our thousandth pint a couple of months ago. We also wrote and self-published a book at the beginning of the year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creative Marriage Proposals&lt;/span&gt; is available on Lulu.com and Amazon Kindle (hint hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo continues to teach part time for the University of Phoenix in the Portland area. This usually involves a 12-hour commitment once a week for five weeks…an eight-hour round trip for four hours of class time. He loves the teaching, though, and wouldn’t give it up despite the time and distance. He has also applied as a substitute teacher in Morrow County, but we’re still waiting for results on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really big family news is that Carmelo has discerned a call to the ministry. With the encouragement and financial support of Faith Lutheran in Pendleton and Trinity Lutheran in Hermiston, he has already enrolled for the January term at the Institute of Lutheran Theology in South Dakota. Since the entire program is online, though, we can continue to live and work in Oregon rather than uprooting again. Praise God for His blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea continues to be a full-time mom and part-time freelancer. Irons in the fire include a novel, a couple of picture books, several articles and stories, and potty training. Progress is frustratingly slow at times, but she does have a short story being published this month in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Storyteller&lt;/span&gt; magazine. Yay! (We’ll get back to you on the potty training.) She is also involved in a lot of church activities like bell choir, small group apprenticeship and running for church council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira, of course, is the light of our lives. She also keeps us busy, busy, busy! At two and a half years, she’s talking more, moving nonstop and into everything. She does slow down long enough to watch her favorite cartoons, Caillou and Angelina Ballerina. She loves to sing and dance, and is pretty good at both for a two-year-old! Other than that, she’s not into “girly” things…she likes trucks, trains and rough-housing. That’s perfectly fine with Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope this update didn’t run too long…so much news to cram into one page! We pray blessings on you and your family this year. May the light of the world shine on you this Christmas and for many Christmases to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo, Andrea, &lt;a href="http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com"&gt;Moira &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://shadowthecat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shadow Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-1483103620805987672?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1483103620805987672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1483103620805987672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1483103620805987672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1483103620805987672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-letter-2010.html' title='Christmas Letter 2010'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3908038038401315635</id><published>2010-11-24T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:09:30.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminary Update</title><content type='html'>We've hinted at Carmelo's entry into seminary, but I don't think we've given a lot of details. The two churches in our church family, Faith Lutheran in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt; and Trinity in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hermiston&lt;/span&gt;, are teaming up to help defray the cost. Thanks to the generosity of several members, the church has already received enough to allow Carmelo to start classes at the Institute of Lutheran Theology in January. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ILT&lt;/span&gt; itself is located in South Dakota but, because the entire program is online, we will be able to stay here rather than uprooting and trying to find housing and work in a new state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a letter our pastor put in our church's November newsletter. It's a moving letter, and does a great job of filling in some of the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Opportunity of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lifetime&lt;/span&gt; – An Opportunity to Give Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trinity Evangelical Lutheran Church and Faith Lutheran Church have an opportunity that may come along only once in a lifetime. In fact, in all my fifty-six years of life I have never belonged to a congregation that has been blessed by such an opportunity. This opportunity coincides wonderfully with our mission of being intentional and effective disciple making congregations. This opportunity in our midst gives us the chance of working to fulfill the Great Commission to go into all the world making disciples, teaching them to obey/observe all that the Lord Jesus has commanded, and baptizing people. ―What is this opportunity? you ask. Well I am glad you asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have the distinct opportunity and privilege of raising up one of our own members to be a called and ordained minister of Word and Sacrament. We have the unbelievable blessing to see one of our members heed God‘s call on his life and become a pastor. This person is Carmelo Di Salvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God brought Carmelo to us a few years ago along with his wife, Andrea, and their daughter, Moira. We knew they were faithful Christians and a blessing to know. But no one had any idea of how God was going to work in their lives. There was no way of knowing that God would be reshaping and strengthening Trinity for our mission. No one had any idea that God would form a new congregation of faithful people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt; to be named Faith Lutheran Church. No one could have dreamed of these events. And yet, God has been active and moving in our midst working all things together for good for those who love (choose) him and are called according to his purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what might that purpose of God be? ANSWER: Making disciples. What better way to make disciples than to call one to be a pastor who will then be making other disciples. And that is what God is doing in the life of Carmelo Di Salvo. It is interesting to me that Di Salvo means "of salvation" or something like that. In any event, Carmelo and I have been discussing and discerning this call since mid 2009. Now it is time for him to enroll in a seminary education. Now it is time for us to support him in that seminary education. This is a great opportunity for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith Lutheran Church has already granted $5,000 to be placed in a fund to be administered by the Extended Ministry Fund of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TELC&lt;/span&gt;. These five thousand dollars represent half of the first year cost for tuition, books and miscellaneous items. Carmelo‘s education is expected to last four years including an internship here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TELC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FLC&lt;/span&gt;. Thus the total cost will be approximately $40,000 over these four years. My seminary education cost well over $100,000. But today we have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and distance learning. The cost of seminary education is thereby dramatically reduced. How fortunate we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TELC&lt;/span&gt;‘s turn to give thanks to God for all God‘s blessings since 1941. For almost seventy years God has provided faithful pastors to preach the Word and administer the sacraments to the people of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TELC&lt;/span&gt;. Now it is our turn to raise up a pastor who can extend that ministry whether it be in our midst or somewhere else. Now is our opportunity to give thanks to God for all God‘s good gifts to us and support our candidate for the ordained ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a result, your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TELC&lt;/span&gt; Church Council decided to devote our Advent Dinner on December 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; as a fund raiser event for this purpose. I know there are many individuals and families who will step up to the plate and make sure this four year seminary education becomes a reality. Some may only be able to contribute a little. Equally some will be able to offer a lot. Some individuals or families could fund the entire amount. But what counts is that all of us together are able to contribute a total of $5,000 for 2011 and for each of the three following years. So you are invited to make an offering to be received at our December 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Advent Dinner. You may bring it in person or you may contribute it beforehand. I trust God will provide through you and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I anticipate that some may say, ―Pastor, Christmas time is not the best time to have a fund raiser. But I would counter by saying that this is all in God‘s timing and we have no control over that. Besides, what better way is there to give thanks for the birth of our Savior than by providing for the education of one who has been called to go into the world proclaiming the good news and the forgiveness of sin. I encourage you to be generous and come celebrate with us as we watch God continue to move and act in our very midst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, during his four year seminary education Carmelo will need to continue providing for his family. His current employment times and locations will make this seminary education difficult at best. So we are asking you to pray that God will provide employment that is accommodating to his seminary education needs. I speak from first hand experience when I tell you that a four year seminary education presents a great many challenges. So please pray that God will guide Carmelo, his wife and daughter during this entire period and process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never imagined that I as a pastor would have such a privilege and a blessing to be given the opportunity to work with and support a seminarian. But God is good. All the time! And here, today, we share in this opportunity of a lifetime, an opportunity to give thanks. May God bless each of us as we consider this moment in the history of our congregations and lives of faith together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Grace to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pastor Rodney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As we embark on this new phase in our life, we ask for prayer from all our faithful friends...prayer for housing closer to the church (or continued patience on the part of Andrea's parents!), for appropriate employment that will provide for the family and accommodate with a flexible schedule, and for discernment in all the decisions we will have to make in the course of this journey. That said, God will provide!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-3908038038401315635?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3908038038401315635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3908038038401315635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3908038038401315635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3908038038401315635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/seminary-update.html' title='Seminary Update'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7986535041590393918</id><published>2010-11-23T13:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:27:03.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowstorm 2010</title><content type='html'>We thought our fun with snow was over when it all melted yesterday  evening, but we were wrong! While we were glued to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DWTS&lt;/span&gt; finals, it  started snowing again, and snowing...and snowing... At last measure, we  had five inches, and it's still coming down. Moira, of course, is in  seventh heaven. Andrea is pretty happy with it, too, especially with the  chance to take some snow pics. Here are a few:&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE_pjXYZI/AAAAAAAACKQ/vmsuxpVnNeo/s1600/Snowstorm%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE_pjXYZI/AAAAAAAACKQ/vmsuxpVnNeo/s400/Snowstorm%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542810732918694290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snazzy thought walking on the fence would save his paws from the snow...too bad the fence was covered in snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE-Xi7d-I/AAAAAAAACKI/VCegiCNY1s4/s1600/Snowstorm%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE-Xi7d-I/AAAAAAAACKI/VCegiCNY1s4/s400/Snowstorm%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542810710905157602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow-covered sagebrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE9QZQUvI/AAAAAAAACKA/9dNyAykvmps/s1600/Snowstorm%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE9QZQUvI/AAAAAAAACKA/9dNyAykvmps/s400/Snowstorm%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542810691805663986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view from the corner of the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE8FW78SI/AAAAAAAACJ4/f5CGZStkPmI/s1600/Snowstorm%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE8FW78SI/AAAAAAAACJ4/f5CGZStkPmI/s400/Snowstorm%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542810671663280418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hawk sits above the snow and watches for prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE7U3t18I/AAAAAAAACJw/Go9E9g6TKMg/s1600/Snowstorm%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE7U3t18I/AAAAAAAACJw/Go9E9g6TKMg/s400/Snowstorm%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542810658647431106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The long view of that same hawk's tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this won't be the last of the snow for 2010. Some may complain about driving in it, but we savor the bright festal garb God places on the earth during the winter. What an awesome Creator, to have thought of something like this. Yes, let it snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-7986535041590393918?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7986535041590393918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7986535041590393918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7986535041590393918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7986535041590393918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowstorm-2010.html' title='Snowstorm 2010'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOwE_pjXYZI/AAAAAAAACKQ/vmsuxpVnNeo/s72-c/Snowstorm%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5054131241576283941</id><published>2010-11-22T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:06:37.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November Doings</title><content type='html'>We've had a busy but not particularly newsworthy November here in the Di  Salvo family. We should have more news soon regarding Carmelo's entry  into seminary. For now, here are some random pics from our month so far.&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgpC4lueI/AAAAAAAACJQ/7oN9Od_SgaE/s1600/November%2B2010%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgpC4lueI/AAAAAAAACJQ/7oN9Od_SgaE/s400/November%2B2010%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542418918442121698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo and Moira took some time to play with Moira's favorite stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgne81tTI/AAAAAAAACJI/dMDpRg1_k3A/s1600/November%2B2010%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgne81tTI/AAAAAAAACJI/dMDpRg1_k3A/s400/November%2B2010%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542418891616400690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday (November 21), the TELC bell choir performed during the church service. Andrea is playing the bass bells at the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgmilC2dI/AAAAAAAACJA/wxdv5DRm0Zk/s1600/November%2B2010%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgmilC2dI/AAAAAAAACJA/wxdv5DRm0Zk/s400/November%2B2010%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542418875410471378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least Jim (far right) is smiling! Brandon and Andrea have to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgkqDsG2I/AAAAAAAACI4/VqrT1nrzshk/s1600/November%2B2010%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgkqDsG2I/AAAAAAAACI4/VqrT1nrzshk/s400/November%2B2010%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542418843058314082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day, it was time for Carmelo and Moira to take a nap. A pillow and pillowcase make a perfect sleeping bag for a 2-year-old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgjoGLXQI/AAAAAAAACIw/bVpzVdgIqWg/s1600/November%2B2010%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgjoGLXQI/AAAAAAAACIw/bVpzVdgIqWg/s400/November%2B2010%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542418825352011010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke this morning to snow covered ground. We remember how snow used to stimulate us when were were little; we seemed to have the energy to stay out all day and all night playing in it. Now it seems to inspire a good book and cup of hot chocolate by a picture window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira is still young enough to be energized by the white. Even though there isn't more than a couple of inches of snow on the ground, she's thrilled. She pulled on her boots and dragged Carmelo outside as soon as possible, while Andrea took pictures from the safety of the porch.&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/3228083877661034419-5054131241576283941?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5054131241576283941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5054131241576283941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5054131241576283941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5054131241576283941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-doings.html' title='November Doings'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TOqgpC4lueI/AAAAAAAACJQ/7oN9Od_SgaE/s72-c/November%2B2010%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4303265642650345349</id><published>2010-10-18T10:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:17:04.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Outing</title><content type='html'>The day after Tyler and Katie's wedding, several of us took the MAX to  Portland's Saturday Market as a special birthday outing for Carson. It  was 14-year-old Carson's first trip to the Market...a whole new  experience in culture! Moira was a handful after a short night's sleep,  which didn't leave much room for my camera. Still, we got a few--very  few--pictures to commemorate the trip.&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLxhXwKpH5I/AAAAAAAACHA/mudX7fBE2XA/s1600/October+2010+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLxhXwKpH5I/AAAAAAAACHA/mudX7fBE2XA/s400/October+2010+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529401503198551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are on MAX (Portland's light rail system). Moira's first trip on a train! She actually ended up being more blase about it than we expected, but the beginning was exciting. Look at that grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLxhXLdiZNI/AAAAAAAACG4/zUw3SYYp7RA/s1600/October+2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLxhXLdiZNI/AAAAAAAACG4/zUw3SYYp7RA/s400/October+2010+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529401493345690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the market, a group of transients set up a "smile zone" (yes, should've taken a picture of their cardboard sign) and turned their dog loose on the memorial fountain. No one minded, especially since the dog--Levi--provided one more piece of free entertainment in the Bohemian setting. He loved chasing that water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLxhWft-lAI/AAAAAAAACGw/WOMcLBFoBFk/s1600/October+2010+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLxhWft-lAI/AAAAAAAACGw/WOMcLBFoBFk/s400/October+2010+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529401481603486722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira made me walk away from the market toward the Maritime museum, which gave us an excellent view of the Burnside Bridge...just one of 8 &lt;a href="http://www.portlandbridges.com/portland-bridges-map.html"&gt;bridges &lt;/a&gt;in Downtown Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-4303265642650345349?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4303265642650345349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4303265642650345349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4303265642650345349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4303265642650345349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-outing.html' title='Saturday Outing'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLxhXwKpH5I/AAAAAAAACHA/mudX7fBE2XA/s72-c/October+2010+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8160891277154890508</id><published>2010-10-17T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:28:08.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving to Portland</title><content type='html'>Moira and I made the trip to Portland by ourselves on Friday, since  Carmelo had to work. Here our some random shots of the three-hour trip:&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRxP5dKZI/AAAAAAAACGo/ycbJzrS8D-E/s1600/October+2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRxP5dKZI/AAAAAAAACGo/ycbJzrS8D-E/s400/October+2010+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529173242794551698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Hood dead ahead! (Taken while driving at dangerous interstate speeds. Don't attempt this at home, kids.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRw0U02PI/AAAAAAAACGg/s__69FUi5HQ/s1600/October+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRw0U02PI/AAAAAAAACGg/s__69FUi5HQ/s400/October+2010+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529173235393157362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira and I stopped at a rest stop where, ironically, I'd never stopped before. It turned out to overlook Memaloose Island, which has a lot of historical significance. Named "Sepulcher Island" by Lewis and Clark, it used to be the site of Indian burials. See the info placard below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRwatMMkI/AAAAAAAACGY/VqZT7B8ZeYI/s1600/October+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRwatMMkI/AAAAAAAACGY/VqZT7B8ZeYI/s400/October+2010+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529173228516028994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRviFqXlI/AAAAAAAACGQ/g6SXML7uUfs/s1600/October+2010+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRviFqXlI/AAAAAAAACGQ/g6SXML7uUfs/s400/October+2010+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529173213317848658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forget burial canoes...Moira wanted to strike a pretty pose on a nearby rock wall. Yes, she's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-8160891277154890508?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8160891277154890508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8160891277154890508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8160891277154890508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8160891277154890508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/driving-to-portland.html' title='Driving to Portland'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuRxP5dKZI/AAAAAAAACGo/ycbJzrS8D-E/s72-c/October+2010+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4804738800487667326</id><published>2010-10-17T19:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:58:03.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler &amp; Katie's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Friday we went to Portland to attend the wedding of my 21-year-old  nephew, Tyler, and his now- wife, Katie. I didn't get many good  pictures, unfortunately, but it was a touching ceremony and fun  reception. Katie was, as always, beautiful in body and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasion was in many ways bittersweet as I watched the  wedding of a little boy I'd watched grow up...the baby who was born in  Germany on Dad's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, the infant I'd seen smeared with blue  frosting at his first birthday, the two-year-old toddler to whom I gave  horsey-back rides. It was also the first time I'd been in Abundant Life  Church since the funeral of Tyler's mom and my sister, Michele. Tyler  and Katie did have a picture of Michele by the guest book as a beautiful  reminder of the person who should have been there but couldn't be.&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMMn0mShI/AAAAAAAACGI/OHJeXR2WNGo/s1600/October+2010+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMMn0mShI/AAAAAAAACGI/OHJeXR2WNGo/s400/October+2010+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529167116003330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutting of the cake, right before things got messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMMAj-dZI/AAAAAAAACGA/XAv-PucuQVk/s1600/October+2010+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMMAj-dZI/AAAAAAAACGA/XAv-PucuQVk/s400/October+2010+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529167105464628626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops, we missed it...someone had cake on their face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuML_ioFHI/AAAAAAAACF4/c_h7vehRctk/s1600/October+2010+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuML_ioFHI/AAAAAAAACF4/c_h7vehRctk/s400/October+2010+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529167105190532210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler's sister, Theresa, made a lovely bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMLguHt9I/AAAAAAAACFw/PYD-ykNrVeo/s1600/October+2010+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMLguHt9I/AAAAAAAACFw/PYD-ykNrVeo/s400/October+2010+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529167096917243858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy couple headed to the limo just after ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMLeepxjI/AAAAAAAACFo/oYEKacRLHb8/s1600/October+2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMLeepxjI/AAAAAAAACFo/oYEKacRLHb8/s400/October+2010+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529167096315495986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The must have been surprised to see the bride's sister in the limo, all set to tag along...just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tyler and Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riehl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 2010&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Memory of Michele Noel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Riehl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 24, 1967 - February 27, 2009&lt;/span&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/3228083877661034419-4804738800487667326?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4804738800487667326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4804738800487667326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4804738800487667326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4804738800487667326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/tyler-katies-wedding.html' title='Tyler &amp; Katie&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TLuMMn0mShI/AAAAAAAACGI/OHJeXR2WNGo/s72-c/October+2010+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6926334931354529942</id><published>2010-09-04T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:06:09.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardman</title><content type='html'>On the way back from Kimberly, we stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/or/hardman.html"&gt;Hardman &lt;/a&gt;so  Carmelo could take some pictures. Hardman is a ghost town on Highway 207 in Morrow  county with a small population and a lot of old, abandoned buildings...as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL6sumoBWI/AAAAAAAACEw/m4B0XWchM3k/s1600/September+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL6sumoBWI/AAAAAAAACEw/m4B0XWchM3k/s400/September+2010+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513244540186133858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL6sFTcigI/AAAAAAAACEo/6tYTSBoYnXg/s1600/September+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL6sFTcigI/AAAAAAAACEo/6tYTSBoYnXg/s400/September+2010+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513244529099835906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL6rn7_HOI/AAAAAAAACEg/N8HqB2r-J6U/s1600/September+2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL6rn7_HOI/AAAAAAAACEg/N8HqB2r-J6U/s400/September+2010+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513244521216810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-6926334931354529942?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6926334931354529942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6926334931354529942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6926334931354529942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6926334931354529942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/hardman.html' title='Hardman'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL6sumoBWI/AAAAAAAACEw/m4B0XWchM3k/s72-c/September+2010+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5638287300972322169</id><published>2010-09-04T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:56:05.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimberly Orchard</title><content type='html'>A few shots of Kimberly Orchard and the surrounding countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4CzPjwwI/AAAAAAAACEY/2BLCrP89LnY/s1600/September+2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4CzPjwwI/AAAAAAAACEY/2BLCrP89LnY/s400/September+2010+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513241620853801730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4B4QVm0I/AAAAAAAACEQ/2P0SqyqHUR0/s1600/September+2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4B4QVm0I/AAAAAAAACEQ/2P0SqyqHUR0/s400/September+2010+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513241605019376450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4BVQGmMI/AAAAAAAACEI/3dYysqDkcsk/s1600/September+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4BVQGmMI/AAAAAAAACEI/3dYysqDkcsk/s400/September+2010+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513241595623151810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4A2fwBoI/AAAAAAAACEA/2RX4LHxyxa0/s1600/September+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4A2fwBoI/AAAAAAAACEA/2RX4LHxyxa0/s400/September+2010+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513241587367282306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-5638287300972322169?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5638287300972322169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5638287300972322169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5638287300972322169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5638287300972322169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/kimberly-orchard.html' title='Kimberly Orchard'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TIL4CzPjwwI/AAAAAAAACEY/2BLCrP89LnY/s72-c/September+2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-9128675125990103725</id><published>2010-09-04T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:43:44.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Peaches At Kimberly</title><content type='html'>The three of us drove down to Kimberly Orchard to pick peaches yesterday. It was a scenic drive through sagebrush canyons and pine forests and down into John Day country. The orchard itself lies right along the John Day River, and the scenery was nearly as good as the peaches. About an hour of picking saw us carting off 120 pounds of peaches and a box of tomatoes. Not bad for a morning outing. Now for the canning!&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwoDuTavI/AAAAAAAACD4/S_uKr969l6Y/s1600/September+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwoDuTavI/AAAAAAAACD4/S_uKr969l6Y/s400/September+2010+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513233464839858930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo had more help than he probably needed. "Daddy, you missed one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwnYMP__I/AAAAAAAACDw/LUrYN_k1xMw/s1600/September+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwnYMP__I/AAAAAAAACDw/LUrYN_k1xMw/s400/September+2010+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513233453154303986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This ladder looks too heavy for you, Daddy; let me help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwmq0ZJjI/AAAAAAAACDo/OQX2WeURgPg/s1600/September+2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwmq0ZJjI/AAAAAAAACDo/OQX2WeURgPg/s400/September+2010+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513233440974644786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I've got all the peaches up here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwmN3V7yI/AAAAAAAACDg/01k5puIJ45o/s1600/September+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwmN3V7yI/AAAAAAAACDg/01k5puIJ45o/s400/September+2010+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513233433202388770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Wait, when did I climb so high?! Get me down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwlvcvzZI/AAAAAAAACDY/rwpycuh6Ze0/s1600/September+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwlvcvzZI/AAAAAAAACDY/rwpycuh6Ze0/s400/September+2010+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513233425037774226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buckets and buckets of peaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-9128675125990103725?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9128675125990103725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=9128675125990103725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/9128675125990103725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/9128675125990103725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/picking-peaches-at-kimberly.html' title='Picking Peaches At Kimberly'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TILwoDuTavI/AAAAAAAACD4/S_uKr969l6Y/s72-c/September+2010+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2413301973854077803</id><published>2010-08-23T19:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:19:07.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo, The Buffalo Zoo</title><content type='html'>We went to the zoo on our second day in town. It was hot, hot, hot...but very 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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMORwZxMtI/AAAAAAAACCo/wvL3_QBD4W8/s1600/BuffaloZoo17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMORwZxMtI/AAAAAAAACCo/wvL3_QBD4W8/s400/BuffaloZoo17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508762467417797330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lots of animal pictures, but this one took the "creepy" award. I think that gorilla had our number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMORePckVI/AAAAAAAACCg/2EIppqMdAnA/s1600/BuffaloZoo34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMORePckVI/AAAAAAAACCg/2EIppqMdAnA/s400/BuffaloZoo34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508762462542664018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the cool animals at the zoo, Moira's favorite stop was the fountain. She tried to climb in, but ended up having to be content with some splashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMOQ9arKXI/AAAAAAAACCY/IVZMs-G_v2U/s1600/BuffaloZoo38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMOQ9arKXI/AAAAAAAACCY/IVZMs-G_v2U/s400/BuffaloZoo38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508762453731387762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break from looking at animals to let Carmelo and Moira dig for dinosaur bones...under supervision, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMOQJB3zdI/AAAAAAAACCQ/TcFJiB9wjcs/s1600/BuffaloZoo43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMOQJB3zdI/AAAAAAAACCQ/TcFJiB9wjcs/s400/BuffaloZoo43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508762439668714962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't hot enough outside, the new Rainforest building had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;realistic environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMOPZTc0tI/AAAAAAAACCI/fPR8wv-mbeE/s1600/BuffaloZoo52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMOPZTc0tI/AAAAAAAACCI/fPR8wv-mbeE/s400/BuffaloZoo52.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508762426857542354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another hot, sticky day in Buffalo. By the time we got to our last stop, the giraffe enclosure, Moira was hot, thirsty and cranky. "Can we go now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-2413301973854077803?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2413301973854077803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2413301973854077803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2413301973854077803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2413301973854077803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/buffalo-buffalo-zoo.html' title='Buffalo, The Buffalo Zoo'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMORwZxMtI/AAAAAAAACCo/wvL3_QBD4W8/s72-c/BuffaloZoo17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4274590386774615708</id><published>2010-08-23T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:56:33.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo, The Marina</title><content type='html'>We've spent a lot of posts showing pics of our trips to from Buffalo,  but now we're finally getting to Buffalo itself. Our first full day in  the city, Mama Di Salvo took us to the Buffalo Marina. The heat and  humidity were intense, and even we desert rats thought we might melt  before we finally stopped for a cool drink!&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJaE2HwDI/AAAAAAAACCA/IfpKWWgbsLM/s1600/BuffaloMarina20100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJaE2HwDI/AAAAAAAACCA/IfpKWWgbsLM/s400/BuffaloMarina20100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508757112786239538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJZbjTiNI/AAAAAAAACB4/4cHNdZ4rCNE/s1600/BuffaloMarina20101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJZbjTiNI/AAAAAAAACB4/4cHNdZ4rCNE/s400/BuffaloMarina20101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508757101701466322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Miss Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJY6n5PtI/AAAAAAAACBw/5-jTZLAXP04/s1600/BuffaloMarina20109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJY6n5PtI/AAAAAAAACBw/5-jTZLAXP04/s400/BuffaloMarina20109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508757092862344914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira overlooking the U.S.S Sullivans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJYPJtPMI/AAAAAAAACBo/JalyuABLp48/s1600/BuffaloMarina201011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJYPJtPMI/AAAAAAAACBo/JalyuABLp48/s400/BuffaloMarina201011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508757081193004226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo and Mama Di Salvo looking at an info placard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJXamHuSI/AAAAAAAACBg/kHtUQCbNh2k/s1600/BuffaloMarina201012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJXamHuSI/AAAAAAAACBg/kHtUQCbNh2k/s400/BuffaloMarina201012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508757067085101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira loved looking at the water. From having been born on the Atlantic coast, she's become quite the water-deprived desert rat. Who knew there was so much water in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-4274590386774615708?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4274590386774615708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4274590386774615708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4274590386774615708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4274590386774615708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/buffalo-marina.html' title='Buffalo, The Marina'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/THMJaE2HwDI/AAAAAAAACCA/IfpKWWgbsLM/s72-c/BuffaloMarina20100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-203478313245621408</id><published>2010-08-18T19:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:43:07.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffalo 2010'/><title type='text'>A Tour of Our Trip in Rest Stops</title><content type='html'>We've posted a few shots of actual attractions we were able to see on  our trip to Buffalo, but most of our sightseeing involved handy rest  areas along the way. From Washington to Ohio, our scenic routes usually  took us through the parking lots of state-maintained rest stops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxvlFt_RLI/AAAAAAAACBY/II0gYR7fXGg/s1600/MT+Rest+Stop+Panorama+2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxvlFt_RLI/AAAAAAAACBY/II0gYR7fXGg/s400/MT+Rest+Stop+Panorama+2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506899127348184242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some playing with our new panorama maker and produced this lovely, if somewhat distorted, view of south-central Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrhCTRjTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/0JUiR1MJX14/s1600/SpragueStop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrhCTRjTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/0JUiR1MJX14/s400/SpragueStop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506894659664842034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop, three hours into our trip, was at a rest stop near Sprague, WA. Moira had no idea of the torture that was ahead of her, and was already stir-crazy. Puddles from a recent thunderstorm provided and excellent--if messy--outlet for her energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrg6XobkI/AAAAAAAACBI/v8yXNXZ-Vi8/s1600/MontanaRestStop0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrg6XobkI/AAAAAAAACBI/v8yXNXZ-Vi8/s400/MontanaRestStop0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506894657535635010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest area #2 was in the general area--give or take a hundred miles--of Butte, MT. Still on Day #1, so Moira was still more or less happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrgS7gFXI/AAAAAAAACBA/-X5HjYF_ZIs/s1600/SDRestStop0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrgS7gFXI/AAAAAAAACBA/-X5HjYF_ZIs/s400/SDRestStop0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506894646948664690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #2 saw us have lunch at a rest stop somewhere in SD. (Sorry, we'd really stopped paying attention by that point.) Moira and Carmelo enjoyed a stroll through a nearby hay field. I have to assume the farmer wouldn't have minded, even if he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrfxL0OfI/AAAAAAAACA4/Tw7Z31Y95oc/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrfxL0OfI/AAAAAAAACA4/Tw7Z31Y95oc/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506894637890288114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Dakota again, but this time a lunch stop on Day 2 of our trip back. I think this was right before Moira spilled her pop all over the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrfWfW8zI/AAAAAAAACAw/KHyMMgOmjnc/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxrfWfW8zI/AAAAAAAACAw/KHyMMgOmjnc/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506894630724498226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cement tee-pee poles graced most of the rest areas in South Dakota. Like the state itself, they were both beautiful and large, and quite unwilling to be captured adequately on film.&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/3228083877661034419-203478313245621408?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/203478313245621408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=203478313245621408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/203478313245621408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/203478313245621408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/tour-of-our-trip-in-rest-stops.html' title='A Tour of Our Trip in Rest Stops'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGxvlFt_RLI/AAAAAAAACBY/II0gYR7fXGg/s72-c/MT+Rest+Stop+Panorama+2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6492593155257775019</id><published>2010-08-16T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:47:09.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>South Dakota Side Trip, Wall Drug</title><content type='html'>We actually went to &lt;a href="http://www.walldrug.com/"&gt;Wall Drug&lt;/a&gt; before Mt. Rushmore, but it seems only fitting to continue the backward nature of these posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  those who don't know, the drug store in Wall, SD was founded in 1931  and has since morphed into a 76,000 square foot tourist attraction, with  billboards announcing its presence for hundreds of miles in every  direction. We were aware of the billboards and, so, also aware of the  free ice water and 5 cent cups of coffee. We were not, however, prepared  for the size of the place, the massive number of other tourists or the  logjam of &lt;a href="http://www.sturgis.com/"&gt;Sturgis-bound &lt;/a&gt;Harleys in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  dearly wanted to give the place a thorough look-see, but our resident  toddler had a meltdown in the soda parlor. So, after a quick (very  quick) dish of ice cream, some souvenirs and a few pictures, we moved on  toward Mt. Rushmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvejx4FvI/AAAAAAAACAo/eUKAWEoKRXg/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvejx4FvI/AAAAAAAACAo/eUKAWEoKRXg/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124958972516082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shot above has nothing to do with Wall; it's a small tourist town right next to Mt. Rushmore. It may be kind of cheezy, but we took this picture out our back window because there were so darn many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bikes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvdss6_sI/AAAAAAAACAg/WCvDtJdJBKc/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvdss6_sI/AAAAAAAACAg/WCvDtJdJBKc/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124944187784898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Moira enjoying her pre-tantrum dish of ice cream at Wall. No, she didn't throw a fit because she hit the bottom of the dish (she lives in a world where ice cream never actually runs out, after all). Rather, she insisted on running loose in crowd of hundreds, possibly thousands, of strangers. Carmelo and I didn't like the idea. Hence, the meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvcpthguI/AAAAAAAACAY/oWOa1cbWjco/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvcpthguI/AAAAAAAACAY/oWOa1cbWjco/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124926205133538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a shot of Main Street, Wall, taken from in front of Wall Drug. Did we mention the bikes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvbsmkR1I/AAAAAAAACAQ/ZjbP3oYZDy4/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvbsmkR1I/AAAAAAAACAQ/ZjbP3oYZDy4/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124909801391954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvaLdfOfI/AAAAAAAACAI/3dsvLflRq9o/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvaLdfOfI/AAAAAAAACAI/3dsvLflRq9o/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124883725072882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how Carmelo managed to capture a shot of the drug store front nearly devoid of people, but there it is...or part of it. The main store had four separate entrances besides attractions in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&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/3228083877661034419-6492593155257775019?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6492593155257775019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6492593155257775019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6492593155257775019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6492593155257775019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/south-dakota-side-trip-wall-drug.html' title='South Dakota Side Trip, Wall Drug'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGmvejx4FvI/AAAAAAAACAo/eUKAWEoKRXg/s72-c/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7262395659180440422</id><published>2010-08-16T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:30:15.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>South Dakota Side Trip, Mt. Rushmore</title><content type='html'>Okay, there were a couple of reasons we ended up in a shady motel in the  middle of the Crow Nation on the last night of our return trip from  Buffalo, and they only partly had to do with getting as far as possible  that day. In fact, we were trying to get as far as possible after  stopping to see a couple of national landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drive to  Buffalo was so rushed, we breezed right past the exits for things like  the site of Custer's Last Stand, The entire city of Chicago, Mt.  Rushmore, Wall Drug, the Petrified Garden and the Laura Ingalls Wilder  homestead site. On the way back, we decided to sacrifice some travel  time to stop at two places that were reasonably close to the interstate:  Wall Drug and Mt. Rushmore. Was it worth it? Oh, yes, so worth it!&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUEJ-OWRI/AAAAAAAACAA/l9lcykq0-d8/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUEJ-OWRI/AAAAAAAACAA/l9lcykq0-d8/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506024449810258194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we were annoyed to be held back by a film crew at Mt. Rushmore. Then we realized we had a chance to snap some shots of the stars of Orange County Choppers. They were probably there because of the bikers' gathering in nearby Sturgis, SD. As far back as Ohio, the streets and parking lots wherever we stopped were clogged with motorbikes of all descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUDm-ea8I/AAAAAAAAB_4/Zep0bjGWl_k/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUDm-ea8I/AAAAAAAAB_4/Zep0bjGWl_k/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506024440416070594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Rushmore was everything we expected, including a majestic, flag-line portico leading up to the viewing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUC-UacDI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Sgf47MPLgzo/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUC-UacDI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Sgf47MPLgzo/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506024429502230578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four presidents represent the birth, growth, preservation and development of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUCXpGKoI/AAAAAAAAB_o/qoMUD3jLPQc/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUCXpGKoI/AAAAAAAAB_o/qoMUD3jLPQc/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506024419119999618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, we've got to stick our mugs in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUB8xuItI/AAAAAAAAB_g/J2Kkby7N0Iw/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUB8xuItI/AAAAAAAAB_g/J2Kkby7N0Iw/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506024411908416210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln (preservation) and Teddy Roosevelt (development), up close and personal.&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/3228083877661034419-7262395659180440422?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7262395659180440422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7262395659180440422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7262395659180440422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7262395659180440422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/south-dakota-side-trip-mt-rushmore.html' title='South Dakota Side Trip, Mt. Rushmore'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGlUEJ-OWRI/AAAAAAAACAA/l9lcykq0-d8/s72-c/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2229352858400971240</id><published>2010-08-14T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:59:06.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>Okay, we weren't as good about updating our blog during our trip as we  intended to be. Along with the "busy" excuse goes the "lack of internet  connection" excuse. Here's a brief overview of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Heppner to Billings, MT&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Billings to Blue Earth, MN&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Blue Earth to Buffalo, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days 4-11, Buffalo Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: Buffalo to La Crosse, WI&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: La Crosse to the junction of 212 and I-90, somewhere in the Crow Nation in MT&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: Crow Nation to Heppner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots  happened, and we'll post pictures here over the next several days. For  now, we'll work backward and start with our hotel the day before  yesterday. Oh, yes, so worth a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Buffalo,  we took the 212 cutoff from the Battle of the Little Bighorn site to  Belle Fourche. On the way back, we opted to stay on 90 through Wyoming,  since it was getting late and we thought we would have a better chance  of finding a decent hotel on the interstate. Out first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  we pulled into Sheridan, WY, it was just after 10 PM. Most hotels were  filled. The one that was still open and had vacancies wanted 90 bucks  for a dinky room and "breakfast buffet." We thought there had to be  something else down the road, so opted to keep going and find a more  reasonable hotel. Our second mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the Montana line  and entered the Crow Nation, which put us into a No Man's Land as far  as Motel 6 or Super 8 went. As it neared midnight, the lines and  reflectors started blurring. Since Carmelo was in no better shape to  drive, I knew we had to stop. I pulled off at the junction with highway  212 (and isn't that ironic?) where I at least new there was a gas  station with a well-lit parking lot. Our third mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  was, indeed, a motel. That is, if you can really grace that  establishment with that name. Carmelo went in and took a look at the  room before taking it. His words to me when he came back were, "It's not  pretty, but it has a bed." It was only the next morning that he  admitted to having been "horrified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we've included  pictures. They don't really do justice to the fact that I was afraid to  take off my shoes (or that Carmelo did, and stepped in gum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside the room&lt;/span&gt;), that the sheets were clean but badly stained, or that there were building-shaking trains every 30 minutes all night. We were tired enough, though, that our five hours in that room included four hours of sound and blissful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGasldIoNZI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/smjX8rMXfHQ/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGasldIoNZI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/smjX8rMXfHQ/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277353982965138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira was exhausted, and didn't care what state the sheets were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGask93g0II/AAAAAAAAB_Q/pJhy1vXD9Ds/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGask93g0II/AAAAAAAAB_Q/pJhy1vXD9Ds/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277345589678210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bathroom had no door, only a plastic curtain over the opening. The shower was a tiled number reminiscent of old locker rooms or African hostels, only not as clean or well-maintained. The boxy thing to the left was apparently the heater, but we refrained from lighting the pilot light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGaskb6WxvI/AAAAAAAAB_I/b09gzf1gpFM/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGaskb6WxvI/AAAAAAAAB_I/b09gzf1gpFM/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277336474797810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This speaks for itself. You can't see, though, the window on the opposite wall, which had a torn screen repaired with duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGasj8JYnVI/AAAAAAAAB_A/lo_gDtiDxZ4/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGasj8JYnVI/AAAAAAAAB_A/lo_gDtiDxZ4/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277327947898194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo only wanted a towel. Apparently, that was too much for the towel rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGasjRRqnBI/AAAAAAAAB-4/FdO1YcfsLRo/s1600/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGasjRRqnBI/AAAAAAAAB-4/FdO1YcfsLRo/s400/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277316439907346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the early morning light, I went outside to see exactly how close that train was. Yup, there it is, about 50 feet behind our bathroom. Oh, and that car (on blocks) and miscellaneous garbage was the view right outside our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only horror story from our trip, and we survived with a tale to tell. Look forward to a happier post next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-2229352858400971240?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2229352858400971240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2229352858400971240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2229352858400971240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2229352858400971240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TGasldIoNZI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/smjX8rMXfHQ/s72-c/Buffalo+2010+%282%29+167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8508164445545805011</id><published>2010-08-01T23:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:55:26.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Blue Earth, Minnesota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the night of day two of our trek to drive from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heppner&lt;/span&gt; to Buffalo in three days (pictures to come). Day one didn't go quite as we planned, thanks to road construction in Idaho and Western Montana. We only made it to Billings, which put us more than a hundred miles behind in our start today. We also forgot to factor time zones into our plans, which means we  weren't quite prepared for the loss of two hours over the course of two  days. And, never underestimate the delaying power of a toddler with an upset stomach. Still, we made it from Billings, Montana to here in a little more than twelve hours of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the speed of this trip, we've decided we'll list "Things we would have seen if we'd had time" instead of "Things we saw." That list would include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The site of the Battle of the Little Bighorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mt. Rushmore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wall drug store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A petrified garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ingalls&lt;/span&gt; Wilder homestead site&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some good friends whom we would have loved to have gone out of our way to see&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As it is, our bodies right now are telling us it's only nine O'clock, but our neighbors on Central Time probably don't appreciate the hyper toddler in room 111!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, though, nearly eleven local time, and five AM will come all too soon. Good night until our next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-8508164445545805011?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8508164445545805011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8508164445545805011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8508164445545805011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8508164445545805011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-road.html' title='On the Road'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3682785444384423713</id><published>2010-07-30T20:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:23:06.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers Market</title><content type='html'>It's the night before we leave for Buffalo, and there are many things I  should be doing besides posting to this blog. It was an exciting day at  the farmers market, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day wasn't exciting in terms of  sales--far from it--but our white chocolate lavender did go over well. I  got a visit from Moira and Grandma, who brought a small lunch to share.  Moira helped man the table for a few minutes while Grandma Miles did  some shopping.&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN33GVE69I/AAAAAAAAB-o/M8ihGZZCMBE/s1600/Farmers+Market+July+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN33GVE69I/AAAAAAAAB-o/M8ihGZZCMBE/s400/Farmers+Market+July+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499871358425033682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is our farmers market stand in all it's glory (that's the city library in the background). As you can see, things are hoppin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN32mqV-GI/AAAAAAAAB-g/GTORgnGf8wo/s1600/Farmers+Market+July+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN32mqV-GI/AAAAAAAAB-g/GTORgnGf8wo/s400/Farmers+Market+July+2010+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499871349924296802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN32RqLKiI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/F3iUTUeTIWY/s1600/Farmers+Market+July+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN32RqLKiI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/F3iUTUeTIWY/s400/Farmers+Market+July+2010+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499871344286444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of my day, or possibly of my month, was having Marie  Struthers bring her spinning wheel and teach me to spin wool into yarn. I  found it both easier and more challenging than it looks. When I'd spent  an hour or so practicing between customers, she spun the thread into a  Navajo ply and gave it to me to keep. Every spinner, she said, is  supposed to keep her first spinning forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN316qNyjI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yF7Fv7HN2dA/s1600/Farmers+Market+July+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN316qNyjI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yF7Fv7HN2dA/s400/Farmers+Market+July+2010+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499871338112600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't much, just enough  to fit in my hand. It also looked pretty  rustic but, hey, people pay  big bucks for chunky yarn in specialty  shops! I don't know when I'll have another chance to try my hand at it, but I certainly hope I do...soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN6hMPL6aI/AAAAAAAAB-w/g1fNMYfr8DU/s1600/Farmers+Market+July+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN6hMPL6aI/AAAAAAAAB-w/g1fNMYfr8DU/s400/Farmers+Market+July+2010+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499874280588700066" 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/3228083877661034419-3682785444384423713?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3682785444384423713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3682785444384423713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3682785444384423713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3682785444384423713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/farmers-market.html' title='Farmers Market'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TFN33GVE69I/AAAAAAAAB-o/M8ihGZZCMBE/s72-c/Farmers+Market+July+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8482607568122790329</id><published>2010-07-17T22:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:10:19.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preston's Beach Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>My nephew and godson, Preston, had his 16th birthday party at McNary  Beach on the Columbia River last week. Our Independence Day baby has  grown into a young man!&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtp-15TyI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/IrY8CzQmHVc/s1600/McNary+Beach+2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtp-15TyI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/IrY8CzQmHVc/s400/McNary+Beach+2010+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495075063356542754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Preston blowing out the candles on his birthday...pie? Well, they get to pick their own birthday meals, so I guess it's what he wanted!&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtpiEoPzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/k2Hp6U6LHPs/s1600/McNary+Beach+2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtpiEoPzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/k2Hp6U6LHPs/s400/McNary+Beach+2010+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495075055633710898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston and Carson look like they're plotting a way to get their sisters in the water. Everyone stayed dry though (for the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtpJWyJDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Mh4UvRfRkj8/s1600/McNary+Beach+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtpJWyJDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Mh4UvRfRkj8/s400/McNary+Beach+2010+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495075048998970418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson helps his dad, Roger, prepare the boat for another go on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtoi_wQ6I/AAAAAAAAB84/oKq2RvoEfgw/s1600/McNary+Beach+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtoi_wQ6I/AAAAAAAAB84/oKq2RvoEfgw/s400/McNary+Beach+2010+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495075038701831074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view east up the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtoH8V85I/AAAAAAAAB8w/acQZCYCE7Og/s1600/McNary+Beach+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtoH8V85I/AAAAAAAAB8w/acQZCYCE7Og/s400/McNary+Beach+2010+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495075031439766418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;West, toward McNary Dam and the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&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/3228083877661034419-8482607568122790329?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8482607568122790329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8482607568122790329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8482607568122790329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8482607568122790329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/prestons-beach-birthday-party.html' title='Preston&apos;s Beach Birthday Party'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEJtp-15TyI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/IrY8CzQmHVc/s72-c/McNary+Beach+2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6273141899118204089</id><published>2010-06-29T09:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:19:51.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roof Repairs</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, our lives were thrown into chaos by the  re-shingling of the roof. Work was disrupted, naps didn't happen and  concentration was nil. The work, though, was a fascination for Baby M. She perched on the trailer, safely out of the way but with a great view of the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-O71VA7I/AAAAAAAAB4k/fVEryTsgT_w/s1600/June+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-O71VA7I/AAAAAAAAB4k/fVEryTsgT_w/s400/June+2010+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488197153460650930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-OSNdNrI/AAAAAAAAB4c/r9e3E6eJpLU/s1600/June+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-OSNdNrI/AAAAAAAAB4c/r9e3E6eJpLU/s400/June+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488197142287562418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-OK7u3uI/AAAAAAAAB4U/meiTzEIeKt4/s1600/June+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-OK7u3uI/AAAAAAAAB4U/meiTzEIeKt4/s400/June+2010+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488197140334173922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-NgjMs2I/AAAAAAAAB4M/e2-d7LmfoiE/s1600/June+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-NgjMs2I/AAAAAAAAB4M/e2-d7LmfoiE/s400/June+2010+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488197128956982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-NHvOspI/AAAAAAAAB4E/j0paRZ6S0YM/s1600/June+2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-NHvOspI/AAAAAAAAB4E/j0paRZ6S0YM/s400/June+2010+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488197122296558226" 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/3228083877661034419-6273141899118204089?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6273141899118204089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6273141899118204089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6273141899118204089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6273141899118204089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/roof-repairs.html' title='Roof Repairs'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TCn-O71VA7I/AAAAAAAAB4k/fVEryTsgT_w/s72-c/June+2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6065859617846925221</id><published>2010-06-11T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:53:09.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows &amp; Thunderstorms</title><content type='html'>Not every storm brings a rainbow, but those we've had recently have.  We've had more than our usual share of rain--frustrating for Moira and  Mommy, but great for the crops--and several days of thunderstorms  recently. We've been graced with quite a few rainbows, as well. Last  time we spotted that archway of light, Grandpa Miles took Moira out to  show her. She may have called it a "circle," but she was obviously in awe. We're just glad she didn't take off after it!&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TBLLnfYPZjI/AAAAAAAAB3E/A62Xb22xhrw/s1600/rainbow+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TBLLnfYPZjI/AAAAAAAAB3E/A62Xb22xhrw/s400/rainbow+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481667575761823282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira and Grandpa Miles...looking the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TBLLmw5LdjI/AAAAAAAAB28/Pp_p6FBtq30/s1600/rainbow+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TBLLmw5LdjI/AAAAAAAAB28/Pp_p6FBtq30/s400/rainbow+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481667563283510834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TBLLmV3YxXI/AAAAAAAAB20/_fXwaJoVRw4/s1600/rainbow+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TBLLmV3YxXI/AAAAAAAAB20/_fXwaJoVRw4/s400/rainbow+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481667556028237170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira: "If I climb high enough, can I touch it?" I used to think so!&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/3228083877661034419-6065859617846925221?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6065859617846925221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6065859617846925221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6065859617846925221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6065859617846925221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainbows-thunderstorms.html' title='Rainbows &amp; Thunderstorms'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TBLLnfYPZjI/AAAAAAAAB3E/A62Xb22xhrw/s72-c/rainbow+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1200250277816906522</id><published>2010-05-20T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:14:30.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Pics</title><content type='html'>No news in this post...just more of my photographic attempts. We've had a lot of thunderstorms over the last few days, and I loved the way the clouds formed and moved overhead. This is a shot from our front step looking north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S_S2fkVGKKI/AAAAAAAAB08/4GCojzhpSP8/s1600/May+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S_S2fkVGKKI/AAAAAAAAB08/4GCojzhpSP8/s400/May+2010+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473200100606355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S_S2fOlY6LI/AAAAAAAAB00/GeuH6Pihcr8/s1600/May+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-1200250277816906522?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1200250277816906522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1200250277816906522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1200250277816906522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1200250277816906522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/weather-pics.html' title='Weather Pics'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S_S2fkVGKKI/AAAAAAAAB08/4GCojzhpSP8/s72-c/May+2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2899776904252220326</id><published>2010-04-06T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:51:31.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melo &amp; Moira</title><content type='html'>Moira always wants to stick close to Carmelo and I when we're working. Yesterday, she climbed up beside Carmelo while he was correcting papers and bargained for some of his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S7uQElUg3pI/AAAAAAAABvk/hW0jWexDzxg/s1600/April10+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S7uQElUg3pI/AAAAAAAABvk/hW0jWexDzxg/s400/April10+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457113781901516434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S7uQEeAsTQI/AAAAAAAABvc/MhoWVTTOsqQ/s1600/April10+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S7uQEeAsTQI/AAAAAAAABvc/MhoWVTTOsqQ/s400/April10+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457113779939331330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S7uQDk4UaDI/AAAAAAAABvU/2gCl-oPiaV8/s1600/April10+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S7uQDk4UaDI/AAAAAAAABvU/2gCl-oPiaV8/s400/April10+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457113764603390002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, at last...some lap time with Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-2899776904252220326?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2899776904252220326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2899776904252220326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2899776904252220326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2899776904252220326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/melo-moira.html' title='Melo &amp; Moira'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S7uQElUg3pI/AAAAAAAABvk/hW0jWexDzxg/s72-c/April10+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7502231931899270723</id><published>2010-03-26T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:02:47.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video: Moira, Missy &amp; the Kittens</title><content type='html'>This video is already on Facebook but, for those of you not on FB, I thought it was cute enough to post again here. This is our life...Moira and a bunch of crazy cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-45ccb97421912ccd" 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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45ccb97421912ccd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329948209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EEBEBD2CA4F73D45187AC933C1D398216BF7909.57E5D3A0B01F22740B720C7D0BBB1FA0A471B7C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45ccb97421912ccd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw0SdJB0fs-3T39L1CV3xDic9khE&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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45ccb97421912ccd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329948209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EEBEBD2CA4F73D45187AC933C1D398216BF7909.57E5D3A0B01F22740B720C7D0BBB1FA0A471B7C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45ccb97421912ccd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw0SdJB0fs-3T39L1CV3xDic9khE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-7502231931899270723?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7502231931899270723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7502231931899270723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7502231931899270723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7502231931899270723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-moira-missy-kittens.html' title='Video: Moira, Missy &amp; the Kittens'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-9055212313047983652</id><published>2010-03-15T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:31:53.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Weekend: Dog Trials</title><content type='html'>One of the most charming traditions of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heppner's&lt;/span&gt; Wee Bit O' Ireland celebration is the sheepdog trials. People from all over the Northwest, and even Canada, gather to pit their dogs against each other in this contest of skill and concentration. According to one participant from California, they come for the sheep...if their dogs can work these wild, range-raised yearlings, they can work sheep anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S57P2mqjH3I/AAAAAAAABso/TeMdRw7mklQ/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449021136163774322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S57P2mqjH3I/AAAAAAAABso/TeMdRw7mklQ/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a local dog running a fresh herd of sheep out to the trailer, where contest participants (dogs) will "lift" four at a time and run them through the course, directed by voice commands from their owners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S57P1lZx3uI/AAAAAAAABsg/IktAORM3bSg/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449021118645133026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S57P1lZx3uI/AAAAAAAABsg/IktAORM3bSg/s400/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual, we got more pictures of Moira than of the action at hand. "Puppy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S57P1O5xNwI/AAAAAAAABsY/XMYnWx-BgME/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449021112605292290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S57P1O5xNwI/AAAAAAAABsY/XMYnWx-BgME/s400/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't want to wear her hat, but notice that the sun is in her eyes without it! "I can't see the puppies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-9055212313047983652?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9055212313047983652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=9055212313047983652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/9055212313047983652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/9055212313047983652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-weekend-dog-trials.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Weekend: Dog Trials'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S57P2mqjH3I/AAAAAAAABso/TeMdRw7mklQ/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1493887995203526728</id><published>2010-03-13T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:55:05.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poll on Moira's Blog</title><content type='html'>We've posted a poll about Moira's birthday cake on Moira's blog. Mommy, Daddy and Moira are having trouble deciding what cool shape to make Moira's cake this year, and we need a little help choosing. Check it out and vote at &lt;a href="http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-1493887995203526728?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1493887995203526728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1493887995203526728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1493887995203526728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1493887995203526728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-poll-on-moiras-blog.html' title='New Poll on Moira&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8040020214287609855</id><published>2010-03-06T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:13:00.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmelo's 43rd</title><content type='html'>Carmelo's 43rd birthday is tomorrow, March 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Because he has to work, we celebrated yesterday. His request was for spaghetti and meatballs and chocolate cake, so we did our best to create a real Italian feast...linguine in meat sauce with eggs, meatballs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;braciole&lt;/span&gt;; bread with olive oil; Caesar salad; all finished off with a homemade chocolate cake and freshly churned spumoni &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, it was all about the food. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJbigujCI/AAAAAAAABqY/AwznNBNo7_w/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445706743146253346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJbigujCI/AAAAAAAABqY/AwznNBNo7_w/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't the table look festive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJbPwFTdI/AAAAAAAABqQ/2R6JEeMi8-c/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445706738110385618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJbPwFTdI/AAAAAAAABqQ/2R6JEeMi8-c/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moira seemed to enjoy the meat sauce as much as her daddy did...at least, if her face is any indication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJakEQlyI/AAAAAAAABqI/84dQJAd85Fk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445706726383851298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJakEQlyI/AAAAAAAABqI/84dQJAd85Fk/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate cake with red, white and green candles (if you don't get it, I'm not explaining it to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJaJqHurI/AAAAAAAABqA/gtgqtQ4TA1k/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445706719294896818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJaJqHurI/AAAAAAAABqA/gtgqtQ4TA1k/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;...I can still taste that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJZmyCaRI/AAAAAAAABp4/w2Qh1D9qMS4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445706709932861714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJZmyCaRI/AAAAAAAABp4/w2Qh1D9qMS4/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carmelo and Moira finished it all off with a little exercise to burn off all those calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-8040020214287609855?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8040020214287609855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8040020214287609855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8040020214287609855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8040020214287609855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/carmelos-43rd.html' title='Carmelo&apos;s 43rd'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S5MJbigujCI/AAAAAAAABqY/AwznNBNo7_w/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3123702836822360831</id><published>2010-03-02T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:42:13.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S40xcqSF4mI/AAAAAAAABow/bqnqyQhn3po/s1600-h/320_8429324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444061893017068130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S40xcqSF4mI/AAAAAAAABow/bqnqyQhn3po/s320/320_8429324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our book is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo and Andrea self-published a book &lt;em&gt;Creative Marriage Proposals: How to Pop the Question...with Panache!&lt;/em&gt; through &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/"&gt;lulu.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's currently available on lulu.com under the category Sex &amp;amp; Relationships (the only category that fit!). After a few minor tweaks, we hope to have it available on Amazon.com, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intended it as an e-book, but we ended up listing it as a paprback with an option for people to download it for a lower price. If you really want it for the information and not as a family keepsake, that's the way to go...we get just as much revenue, and it costs you less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rambling. Check it out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/commerce/index.php?fBuyContent=8429324"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Support independent publishing: Buy this book on Lulu." src="http://www.lulu.com/services/buy_now_buttons/images/book.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-0-557-34713-1&lt;br /&gt;ID #8429324&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-3123702836822360831?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3123702836822360831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3123702836822360831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3123702836822360831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3123702836822360831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-book.html' title='Our Book'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S40xcqSF4mI/AAAAAAAABow/bqnqyQhn3po/s72-c/320_8429324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8868152980733712515</id><published>2010-02-10T23:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:48:36.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Entrepreneurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although it can be hard work sometimes supplying gelato to two stores, we love when customers compliment our product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI4773cuI/AAAAAAAABmw/LCKSUzOR_78/s1600-h/February10+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI4773cuI/AAAAAAAABmw/LCKSUzOR_78/s320/February10+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436839686909162210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI4SHFV3I/AAAAAAAABmo/hdKexM_LE0E/s1600-h/February10+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI4SHFV3I/AAAAAAAABmo/hdKexM_LE0E/s320/February10+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436839675681920882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI4LDCo6I/AAAAAAAABmg/zAM1IS2_iTI/s1600-h/February10+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI4LDCo6I/AAAAAAAABmg/zAM1IS2_iTI/s320/February10+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436839673785918370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI3uXoiBI/AAAAAAAABmY/rHP0e75O5vQ/s1600-h/February10+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI3uXoiBI/AAAAAAAABmY/rHP0e75O5vQ/s320/February10+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436839666087659538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-8868152980733712515?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8868152980733712515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8868152980733712515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8868152980733712515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8868152980733712515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/budding-entrepreneurs.html' title='Budding Entrepreneurs'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3OI4773cuI/AAAAAAAABmw/LCKSUzOR_78/s72-c/February10+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-374762672302196324</id><published>2010-02-09T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:26:40.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Retreat and Stonehenge</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I (Andrea) escaped to a weekend women's retreat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Molalla&lt;/span&gt;. The retreat was conducted by the church my friend, Laurel, attends, so I knew no one but her. A difficult place to be for a severe introvert like me! The women were lovely, though. By the time I left, I wished I lived closer so I could see them more often. As for what happened here while I was gone, I don't want to know! After seeing that Moira almost had an eye taken out by an apple tree on Friday, I consider ignorance of any other close calls to be sheer bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat itself was long on fun but short on writing and pictures. On the way home, though, I did stop at the Stonehenge across the river from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Biggs&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see below, I let my attempts at artistry get the better of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/WA-Stonehenge.html"&gt;Stonehenge&lt;/a&gt;, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maryhill&lt;/span&gt;, WA, has been sitting on that hill for 80 years, since before my parents were born. I had thought, from time to time, that it was strange to build a replica of Stonehenge overlooking the Columbia River, but this was the first time I ever stopped to look at it. I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized the Washington Stonehenge is a war memorial in memory of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Klickitat&lt;/span&gt; County soldiers who died in WWI. The builder, Sam Hill, was a Quaker pacifist who visited the English Stonehenge in 1918. When told that the site had been used for human sacrifices (which may or may not be true), he said, "...the flower of humanity is still being sacrificed to the god of war." He returned home and started construction on the cement, full-scale replica that same year. It was completed in 1930.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWfTN41MI/AAAAAAAABlQ/fxNP6lVPIPg/s1600-h/February10+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWfTN41MI/AAAAAAAABlQ/fxNP6lVPIPg/s320/February10+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291689691534530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Stonehenge from across the parking lot--or should I say "car park"?--unfortunately, with cars in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWesTLcCI/AAAAAAAABlI/HGkDFpZyUZY/s1600-h/February10+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWesTLcCI/AAAAAAAABlI/HGkDFpZyUZY/s320/February10+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291679244742690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my artistic side coming out again. I warned you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWeKj17cI/AAAAAAAABlA/b28qXHwtFsg/s1600-h/February10+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWeKj17cI/AAAAAAAABlA/b28qXHwtFsg/s320/February10+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291670187830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as good as it gets without a wide-angle lens, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWdhYmdGI/AAAAAAAABk4/0hJRz_frLqI/s1600-h/February10+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWdhYmdGI/AAAAAAAABk4/0hJRz_frLqI/s320/February10+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291659134825570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view east from between two of the outer stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWdIDGwhI/AAAAAAAABkw/w-WF2ZgZJtw/s1600-h/February10+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWdIDGwhI/AAAAAAAABkw/w-WF2ZgZJtw/s320/February10+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291652333781522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hwy. 97 bridge across the river to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Biggs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-374762672302196324?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/374762672302196324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=374762672302196324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/374762672302196324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/374762672302196324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-retreat-and-stonehenge.html' title='Weekend Retreat and Stonehenge'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/S3GWfTN41MI/AAAAAAAABlQ/fxNP6lVPIPg/s72-c/February10+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4632380751813792263</id><published>2010-02-01T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:47:44.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>This post will involve some rambling. I'm never at my best on Monday mornings, and this one is especially cheerful so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; business seems to be expanding. Carmelo convinced his boss at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heppner&lt;/span&gt; Family Foods to carry our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt;, so we spent the weekend fulfilling an order for 12 pints each of those American favorites, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Really, people could be more original. We're actually charging a profit margin for this client, though, so we may see a little more in the way of income. Cross your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it starts. I vaguely remember Carmelo chuckling as he kissed me goodbye this morning on his way to churn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt;...something about Moira having taken off her diaper in her crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes she did. When she cried to be picked up this morning, there was a special urgency to the sound. I soon found out why. Her diaper was off, her blankets and sheet were wet, and she had urine on her nightgown and herself. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put her in the tub and asked my mom to watch her while I stripped the crib. (Fortunately she's old enough that she doesn't need constant supervision, only frequent checking.) From upstairs, I heard a commotion and frantic crying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no!&lt;/span&gt; I thought. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's fallen! She's tried to climb out of the tub and fallen and cracked her head open! I'm such a horrible mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once downstairs, I found Mom holding Moira, who was wrapped in a towel and still crying as if her life was ending. No sign of a split-open head. Turns out, my mother walked in to check on her and found both Moira and Missy (the cat) in the tub. Whether the cat fell or was pulled, we don't know; neither one is talking. Missy, of course, was scrambling to get out. In the process, she sliced one of Moira's feet with a claw. Between the scary commotion and the scratch, Moira surely thought she'd been had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all about an hour ago. Moira finished her bath, and both Missy and Moira are now dry. Mom and I put salve on Moira's foot, and she seems no worse for wear. I'm exhausted....and my day has only started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will we survive this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-4632380751813792263?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4632380751813792263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4632380751813792263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4632380751813792263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4632380751813792263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2932001206812337461</id><published>2010-01-26T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:35:25.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2010 Update</title><content type='html'>It’s embarrassing to look over this blog and realize how much time passes between posts. Of course, we have other blogs to give friends and family some idea of where we are, but news of our life as a family has been distressingly absent. Today, though, with the snow falling outside—okay, sleet, but it’s still white—it’s easier to take a breath and let you know what’s been going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still living with my parents. Good sides and down sides but, overall, I thank God daily that we aren’t on the streets or living out of our car! I wish I could say I see an end in sight, but I’m sure things will work out. You never know what’s around the bend. 2010 is the year! Thankfully, Mom and Dad have been nothing but generous and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo is working at Heppner Family Foods. It doesn’t pay well, and he’s by no means a manager, but his employers show a lot of trust in him. Whatever we do, we’re to do to the glory of God, right? Carmelo certainly fulfills that charge, putting his all into a job most people with his education would look down on. Moira and I are proud of him for doing what it takes to support his family. He’s still picking up classes part-time at the U. of Phoenix. His next class starts in the middle of February. He’s also working gangbusters on his Army chaplaincy application, calling pastors for endorsements and contacting seminaries regarding the necessary M.Div.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Andrea (in case you hadn’t figured that out), have been working on expanding my freelance career. Excuses are done; now there are only solutions! So far, I’ve made 2010 a much more productive year (month?) than the end of 2009 was. I only hope I can keep up this momentum. Carmelo and I are co-authoring a book, which we intend to release as an e-book. Topic is classified until release, but look for it within the month. I’m also making progress on my current client’s book and working harder to bring in extra business. January has been a month of surprises, as I’ve been contacted by four people (old clients and new potential clients) regarding availability and pricing. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira is 20 months old and growing at an unbelievable rate. (For pictures, of course, you can see &lt;a href="http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.) It’s difficult to wrap our minds around the fact that she’ll be two in four months. Since she started her “Terrible Twos” a year early—kicked off with a tantrum at Sears the day after her birthday—we’re hoping it won’t be too much of a shock. She seems to have more words every day. Her most recent is “purple.” I was very excited; then I realized she thinks “purple” is the word for “plate.” Well, we’re getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a down note, our congregation seems to be imploding following the ELCA’s disastrous August decision. It places a lot of stress on everyone. Pray to God that we make it through intact and are able to recover, stronger and more faithful than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gelato business hasn’t fizzled, but it has dwindled considerably as the winter months hit us. Despite the light load, both of our Nemox paddles broke. This leaves us trying to churn with broken paddles as the company takes its sweet time fulfilling the warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow is in heat, and therefore consigned to the sun porch for the duration. Every time this happens, I think, “I should really get her spayed.” Then the noisy period is over, and I think, “Maybe next year.” Will I never learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve filled quite a space with these ramblings, so I’d better go and get on with my day. See you in six months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-2932001206812337461?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2932001206812337461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2932001206812337461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2932001206812337461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2932001206812337461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2010-update.html' title='January 2010 Update'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6231926932298285761</id><published>2009-12-02T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:05:29.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Okay, we're barely into December! Still, last night we looked around the living room and were inspired to write our &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; version of the 12 Days of Christmas. Beware the mayhem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 cows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a'roaming&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;11 coyotes howling,&lt;br /&gt;10 days more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;9 dozen cookies,&lt;br /&gt;8 Christmas pageants,&lt;br /&gt;7 scattered dollies,&lt;br /&gt;6 loads of laundry,&lt;br /&gt;5 candles bright,&lt;br /&gt;4 sleepyheads,&lt;br /&gt;3 bristling cats,&lt;br /&gt;2 aching feet&lt;br /&gt;And a toddler in her crib!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed a peek into our Christmas season. Happy Advent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-6231926932298285761?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6231926932298285761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6231926932298285761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6231926932298285761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6231926932298285761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 Days of Christmas'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1322789522990628545</id><published>2009-10-21T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:45:06.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Gelato Machine</title><content type='html'>Our new Nemox gelato machine arrived a couple of weeks ago (finally!). As with any product, it doesn't meet all the lavish expectations that the manufacturer heaped on it. It is, however, a vast improvement over using the ancient ice-cream attachment with my parents' Kitchen Aid. Clean up is a tad bit harder, but it's so nice to simply dump the custard in without worrying about ice and salt. It's made it a breeze to test our new holiday gelato flavors that we intend to showcase at upcoming craft bazaars. We love Nemox!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/St9FDUG9SfI/AAAAAAAABdE/YNZQutMzu9Q/s1600-h/October09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395106801852959218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/St9FDUG9SfI/AAAAAAAABdE/YNZQutMzu9Q/s320/October09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/St9FDFOwtuI/AAAAAAAABc8/fTnALHV_M4E/s1600-h/October09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395106797859157730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/St9FDFOwtuI/AAAAAAAABc8/fTnALHV_M4E/s320/October09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other fronts, Carmelo was sick last week, and Moira and I have succumbed this week. Fortunately, it seems to be just a cold...no flu, and certainly no H1N1. Praise God! We've been fortunate, since 70 students were out with the flu from Heppner H.S. just last week. It's hard to keep up with Moira when sickness hits--it hardly slows her down, but I get completely wiped out--but otherwise, I'm trying to view it as a chance to do quiet work (sewing) that I'm been putting off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carmelo has a bit of a break with U. of P., without a class until the end of December. He's still working through Army red tape, though, and we're at an encouraging stage with Carmelo's WordMarker, with a rough prototype in hand and ready to look at sales and mass production. If we haven't mentioned this before, it's because we've been keeping this patent-pending project under our hats. For that same reason, that's all I'll say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still doing freelance work online. My steady client, Dr. Horton, has given me a shot at editing a novel. I'm super excited, as this will be my first time working with a full-length work of fiction. I'm hoping it will give me the impetus to carry through with one of my dozens of novel ideas. So hard to get a nebulous idea into fnished form! Still, if a hypnotist can do it, surely I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it for now. I'm about to jump over to &lt;a href="http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moira's blog&lt;/a&gt;, so check there for some cute pics of our angel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-1322789522990628545?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1322789522990628545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1322789522990628545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1322789522990628545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1322789522990628545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-new-gelato-machine.html' title='Our New Gelato Machine'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/St9FDUG9SfI/AAAAAAAABdE/YNZQutMzu9Q/s72-c/October09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6992709712659829590</id><published>2009-09-27T19:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:29:25.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End-of-Summer Update</title><content type='html'>Okay, no apologies this time. It's been two months since our last update. It is what it is, I'm afraid. So, here's where we are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still living with my parents. It can be stressful at times, having four adults under one roof, but it comes with many blessings...and lack of a mortgage is the least of them. I enjoy having lots of quality time with my family--a true blessing after 8 years on the east coast--and it's great to have a country environment for Moira. What can be better for a 16-month-old than to wander through an orchard and pick up ripe apples, pears and plums at will? We all delight in fresh corn, tomatoes, squash and raspberries. She also loves chasing the many cats and hanging out with Grandpa while he works on his new motorhome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo is still teaching part-time with the University of Phoenix, but has also picked up a full-time at a local grocery store. he is capable of so much more than stocking shelves and working a cash register, but Moira and I are proud of him for his commitment to provide for us in any way possible. He's also still looking into more teaching jobs and pursuing his application to the Army chaplaincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue with my freelance writing and editing. I also try to work on "personal" writing projects in my spare time. I'll let you all know if you need to look for anything on bookshelves any time soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo and I are still pursuing the Great Gelato Experiment. We developed a little bit of a following at the Heppner Farmer's Market, where the Di Salvo's Italian Ice Cream was a big hit. We make it at the local pizzaria, where the owners let us use their space free of charge...such a blessing! We also sell it to them by the pint, and it has a growing following...they sold five pints of vanilla all at the same time to a local deputy. they regularly buy (and sell) 16-20 pints a week, so people must like it. We also purchased a small but professional-grade gelato machine that finally arrived Friday. Now we just have to figure out the next step in our world gelato domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it in a nutshell. Thanks to those who have kept us in your prayers; please keep the prayers coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SsAB3dmYqcI/AAAAAAAABcs/mlDv9wnsZPo/s1600-h/September09+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386307206685174210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SsAB3dmYqcI/AAAAAAAABcs/mlDv9wnsZPo/s320/September09+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gelato setup at Howe's About Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SsAB33u_54I/AAAAAAAABc0/LESB-YEFHjw/s1600-h/September09+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386307213700622210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SsAB33u_54I/AAAAAAAABc0/LESB-YEFHjw/s320/September09+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pot of our famous chocolate gelato in the works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-6992709712659829590?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6992709712659829590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6992709712659829590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6992709712659829590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6992709712659829590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer-update.html' title='End-of-Summer Update'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SsAB3dmYqcI/AAAAAAAABcs/mlDv9wnsZPo/s72-c/September09+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5846815035193509414</id><published>2009-08-01T10:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:01:03.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gelato Experiment</title><content type='html'>I don’t know where time goes! Our promise to keep up with this blog is now almost three weeks behind. Everybody join in the mantra: &lt;strong&gt;we’ve…been…busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that we always have an abundance of projects and hair-brained schemes in the works. Right now, our focus is on the Great Gelato Experiment. In the absence of steady work for Carmelo, we’re dipping our feet into the waters of entrepreneurship and seeing a gelato business will fly in this area. (We’re marketing it as Di Salvo’s Italian Ice Cream, since we’re not sure how many local farmers will know what gelato is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage one was making sheep’s milk gelato for Terry’s picnic last week. I guess we probably haven’t talked about Terry…she’s a woman who moved out west (originally from Wisconsin) to raise and milk sheep. She milks her sheep and a couple of Dad’s barns, so we’ve gotten to know her pretty well. Many mornings, Carmelo goes up to help her and her business partner, Doug, milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the gelato. Stage two was preparing gelato and selling it at the Farmer’s Market in Heppner. We couldn’t believe the hoops we had to jump through for this! We’re now both licensed food handlers, and we have a 30-day temporary restaurant license. We also had to use a licensed kitchen, so we rented out the local senior center’s kitchen yesterday. That’s where all our trouble started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well until we put the gelato into the deep freeze we’d prepared for it. When we went back to pull more ice for the ice-cream maker, we realized our nicely-frozen chocolate was turning into chocolate soup. We got management and managed to move our stock into a small freezer that salvaged most of it…but not in time to take it to the Farmer’s Market yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I’d made cookies to complement the gelato, so we did sell several of those. Not a promising start to our gelato business. Live and learn, I guess. Next week is the Morrow county fair, with a whole new set of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, our friend Dean Antonucci, wants to use our gelato in his local catering business. (Dean is also from Buffalo; who knew!) He’s also gotten us into the local pizzeria kitchen for free, and they might put our gelato on their menu. That’s exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be just as well that our gelato never made it out to the Farmer’s Market yesterday. I’m not sure even the cooler we had prepared would have helped it survive the 101 degree temperature. Those of you on the West Coast are experiencing the same heat wave we are. It’s par for the course in Morrow County this time of year, but I know our friends in Portland and Seattle aren’t used to triple digits. Stay cool, guys…my brother mentioned something about 109 here today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-5846815035193509414?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5846815035193509414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5846815035193509414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5846815035193509414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5846815035193509414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-gelato-experiment.html' title='The Great Gelato Experiment'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5920801663153088468</id><published>2009-07-09T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:21:37.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Wow! I looked at our computer today and realized that this blog has fallen way behind! The pictures below are from my neice, Amanda's, wedding on May 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our defense, we have been busy. Though Carmelo is still looking for a full-time position, he's been plugging away teaching part-time for the University of Phoenix. With one class under his belt, he's also scheduled to teach on on-campus class in Tigard in August and another Flex-Net class in September. We're hoping for great things to come! Meanwhile, I've been busy rebuilding my freelance presence on the Internet. I now have some steady writing gigs. It makes me happy to be back at work, but writing and Moira certainly keep my hands full! Between us, though, we'll try to be more consistent in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SlajcgyUxHI/AAAAAAAABas/OVCehVEE_y0/s1600-h/IMG_2996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648517036459122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SlajcgyUxHI/AAAAAAAABas/OVCehVEE_y0/s320/IMG_2996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Amanda was the one getting married, her cousin--Moira--frequently stole the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Slajcbj2pOI/AAAAAAAABak/Ahv8-N3CXZg/s1600-h/IMG_2998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648515633587426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Slajcbj2pOI/AAAAAAAABak/Ahv8-N3CXZg/s320/IMG_2998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SlajcITvRgI/AAAAAAAABac/8u_Xo-0RWoI/s1600-h/IMG_3052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648510465721858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SlajcITvRgI/AAAAAAAABac/8u_Xo-0RWoI/s320/IMG_3052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo and Moira survey the wedding trappings from the gazebo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Slajb5NXvjI/AAAAAAAABaU/Qj39aY5Pdo0/s1600-h/IMG_2973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648506412482098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Slajb5NXvjI/AAAAAAAABaU/Qj39aY5Pdo0/s320/IMG_2973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short ceremony...always a good thing in Moira's book. "No more sitting still!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SlajbhczexI/AAAAAAAABaM/sgwZKLcKpPY/s1600-h/IMG_2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648500034763538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SlajbhczexI/AAAAAAAABaM/sgwZKLcKpPY/s320/IMG_2992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have been wallflowers, but at least we were colorful! &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/3228083877661034419-5920801663153088468?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5920801663153088468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5920801663153088468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5920801663153088468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5920801663153088468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/amandas-wedding.html' title='Amanda&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SlajcgyUxHI/AAAAAAAABas/OVCehVEE_y0/s72-c/IMG_2996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1717782885928617896</id><published>2009-04-18T11:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:39:22.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo: Finally!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been so long since we updated this blog, but here are some pictures--waaayyy late--of our trip to Buffalo in late March/early April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2XIcCpyI/AAAAAAAABZU/18TvSW1jQEo/s1600-h/Buffalo09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326058911604844322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2XIcCpyI/AAAAAAAABZU/18TvSW1jQEo/s320/Buffalo09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night in Portland before our early flight to Buffalo. Poor Moira had a bad cold, so she wasn't her usual cheery self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2W6Rp-HI/AAAAAAAABZM/hFWbiyGRmSo/s1600-h/Buffalo09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326058907803187314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2W6Rp-HI/AAAAAAAABZM/hFWbiyGRmSo/s320/Buffalo09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira had fun riding her new horse at Grandma Di Salvo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2Wkl73DI/AAAAAAAABZE/2qPcFszTLmg/s1600-h/Buffalo09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326058901982665778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2Wkl73DI/AAAAAAAABZE/2qPcFszTLmg/s320/Buffalo09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira was the big star when we spent the evening with Michael, Sara and Mom Di Salvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2WfpYNTI/AAAAAAAABY8/9nGTGBjoK-4/s1600-h/Buffalo09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326058900654929202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2WfpYNTI/AAAAAAAABY8/9nGTGBjoK-4/s320/Buffalo09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new toy...a stroller for Moira to push around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1TH9k84I/AAAAAAAABY0/gi4M--OKQJQ/s1600-h/Buffalo09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057743245964162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1TH9k84I/AAAAAAAABY0/gi4M--OKQJQ/s320/Buffalo09+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet moment with Moira and Grandma D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1SzJ06RI/AAAAAAAABYs/6pSsytC1u_c/s1600-h/Buffalo09+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057737660197138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1SzJ06RI/AAAAAAAABYs/6pSsytC1u_c/s320/Buffalo09+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira and her second-cousins-once-removed. "Who are these people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1Sk7eVvI/AAAAAAAABYk/RaFBJIfIBNY/s1600-h/Buffalo09+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057733841901298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1Sk7eVvI/AAAAAAAABYk/RaFBJIfIBNY/s320/Buffalo09+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun seeing Carmelo's old stomping grounds at Buff State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1STrPZXI/AAAAAAAABYc/bMqNbaRjmUA/s1600-h/Buffalo09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057729210410354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1STrPZXI/AAAAAAAABYc/bMqNbaRjmUA/s320/Buffalo09+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Anthony's of Padua in downtown Buffalo, where Carmelo was baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1SYXExQI/AAAAAAAABYU/heiEsfRgV2Q/s1600-h/Buffalo09+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326057730468005122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen1SYXExQI/AAAAAAAABYU/heiEsfRgV2Q/s320/Buffalo09+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo and Moira at the top of the Buffalo City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SenzskNhgTI/AAAAAAAABYM/0k1VCNA4jVE/s1600-h/Buffalo09+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055981302513970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SenzskNhgTI/AAAAAAAABYM/0k1VCNA4jVE/s320/Buffalo09+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moira enjoyed playing in the lobby of the Sears portrait studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SenzsRRikGI/AAAAAAAABYE/aflN0CasXeA/s1600-h/Buffalo09+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055976219086946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SenzsRRikGI/AAAAAAAABYE/aflN0CasXeA/s320/Buffalo09+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo and Moira with Carmelo's friend, Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SenzsB0hHZI/AAAAAAAABX8/njL6-2h1UP8/s1600-h/Buffalo09+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055972070825362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SenzsB0hHZI/AAAAAAAABX8/njL6-2h1UP8/s320/Buffalo09+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Sara at the airport...we felt like rock stars with the entourage that followed us to the security checkpoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Senzr2kta8I/AAAAAAAABX0/VzW97JvIiss/s1600-h/Buffalo09+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055969051732930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Senzr2kta8I/AAAAAAAABX0/VzW97JvIiss/s320/Buffalo09+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fully healed Moira had a great time on the plane ride from Buffalo to Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Senzri997TI/AAAAAAAABXs/6L1IPU4TSYg/s1600-h/Buffalo09+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055963788963122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Senzri997TI/AAAAAAAABXs/6L1IPU4TSYg/s320/Buffalo09+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us were that thrilled with our midnight arrival on the West Coast...or with waiting for the hotel shuttle. We weren't able to stay in the hotel that night, since Carmelo had to be in Heppner for a job the next morning. At least Moira slept in the car...Mommy and Daddy didn't get to bed until 5 AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back to Oregon, Di Salvo family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-1717782885928617896?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1717782885928617896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1717782885928617896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1717782885928617896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1717782885928617896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/buffalo-finally.html' title='Buffalo: Finally!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sen2XIcCpyI/AAAAAAAABZU/18TvSW1jQEo/s72-c/Buffalo09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8746590168618747053</id><published>2009-03-21T13:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:54:59.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day -- Motocross Races</title><content type='html'>On Saint Patrick's Day, we also went to the motocross races in Heppner to watch Michele's son, Tyler, who had come to race. Even without knowing anything about the sport, it was obvious to us that he was the best rider out there! He won 4 out of 6 races, and came from behind to finish second in the other two. On this day, especially, I knew he was riding for his mom. Michele was always proud of him whether he won or lost, but that day, she would have been glowing with pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUm4Pcg0bI/AAAAAAAABWM/70lC0bU_fkU/s1600-h/March09+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315697682841391538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUm4Pcg0bI/AAAAAAAABWM/70lC0bU_fkU/s320/March09+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The energy drink was sponsoring the races, but Tyler rode like a rockstar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUm4JwHbpI/AAAAAAAABWE/Rem9BXhRh80/s1600-h/March09+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315697681313001106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUm4JwHbpI/AAAAAAAABWE/Rem9BXhRh80/s320/March09+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go #81!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl5TpqkoI/AAAAAAAABV8/T-hlkOwD5ZA/s1600-h/March09+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315696601638539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl5TpqkoI/AAAAAAAABV8/T-hlkOwD5ZA/s320/March09+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes it seemed like the riders were only hitting the high points in the track. Wait, I think they were!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl5dlpsII/AAAAAAAABV0/Z8AJl3k4xi0/s1600-h/March09+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315696604306059394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl5dlpsII/AAAAAAAABV0/Z8AJl3k4xi0/s320/March09+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was curves like this that got Ty in trouble on the two races he didn't win...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the races, we went to the St. Patrick's Catholic parish hall for a ham dinner and pie. Moira wasn't impressed by dinner, but boy did she like the chocolate cream pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl5KuztmI/AAAAAAAABVs/j7apXpqi95A/s1600-h/March09+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315696599244191330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl5KuztmI/AAAAAAAABVs/j7apXpqi95A/s320/March09+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy chocolate pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl48SUeyI/AAAAAAAABVk/2ulsTfDi5GM/s1600-h/March09+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315696595366607650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl48SUeyI/AAAAAAAABVk/2ulsTfDi5GM/s320/March09+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michele's husband, Rick, and their daughter, Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl4SZQeVI/AAAAAAAABVc/gegULAhyGWc/s1600-h/March09+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315696584121416018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUl4SZQeVI/AAAAAAAABVc/gegULAhyGWc/s320/March09+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty and his girlfriend, Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-8746590168618747053?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8746590168618747053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8746590168618747053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8746590168618747053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8746590168618747053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day-motocross-races.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day -- Motocross Races'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/ScUm4Pcg0bI/AAAAAAAABWM/70lC0bU_fkU/s72-c/March09+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3351502177133201443</id><published>2009-03-15T17:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:33:53.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day -- The Great Green Parade</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we attended the St. Patrick's Day festivities in Heppner, starting with the classic car Cruz In and the Great Green Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542270595469010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1-ivHdjtI/AAAAAAAABU0/xJZ9KWiNxn0/s320/March09+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1-ibU3aEI/AAAAAAAABUs/YIDvFch4PS4/s1600-h/March09+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542265282979906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1-ibU3aEI/AAAAAAAABUs/YIDvFch4PS4/s320/March09+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to get pinched in Heppner, you need to wear green, so &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of us were decked out in the greenest clothes we could find (Moira and I, especially, weren't taking any chances.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb175V9OvcI/AAAAAAAABUk/OEr0zNWeZ3M/s1600-h/March09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539360443776450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb175V9OvcI/AAAAAAAABUk/OEr0zNWeZ3M/s320/March09+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1742OD2QI/AAAAAAAABUc/mjQx5BeY03U/s1600-h/March09+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539351924431106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1742OD2QI/AAAAAAAABUc/mjQx5BeY03U/s320/March09+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537600286646178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb16S43EX6I/AAAAAAAABTs/sw65soEvhRM/s320/March09+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case our outfits weren't green enough, we took turns wearing our funny green hat that Carmelo bought in Murray's Drug Store. Moira showed it off to the best advantage. Carmelo and I both decided this photo op would be the only time we would ever wear that hat. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb174vcE5BI/AAAAAAAABUU/aPJhbyU6Eeg/s1600-h/March09+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539350104171538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb174vcE5BI/AAAAAAAABUU/aPJhbyU6Eeg/s320/March09+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537606603064066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb16TQZBQwI/AAAAAAAABT8/iJPQAHOQcEk/s320/March09+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537600143465442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb16S4U7m-I/AAAAAAAABT0/sxi0b9tMnYw/s320/March09+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb174LVK4oI/AAAAAAAABUM/pB2IpZSXIGk/s1600-h/March09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539340411527810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb174LVK4oI/AAAAAAAABUM/pB2IpZSXIGk/s320/March09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb173jI9_5I/AAAAAAAABUE/nNteMcRgCrc/s1600-h/March09+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313539329622933394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb173jI9_5I/AAAAAAAABUE/nNteMcRgCrc/s320/March09+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb16SbiC7FI/AAAAAAAABTk/r_bFh6YIl1E/s1600-h/March09+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537592413842514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb16SbiC7FI/AAAAAAAABTk/r_bFh6YIl1E/s320/March09+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb16R0D7ReI/AAAAAAAABTc/c3R3bvoDpe4/s1600-h/March09+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537581818529250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb16R0D7ReI/AAAAAAAABTc/c3R3bvoDpe4/s320/March09+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't find a finer St. Pat's parade in Eastern Oregon...but the term "Great Green Parade" may have been a bit over the top.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542277487626482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1-jIyriPI/AAAAAAAABU8/-sRUb4PlmV4/s320/March09+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carmelo tells me you probably wouldn't see one of these in a parade in Buffalo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542282142207202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1-jaIazOI/AAAAAAAABVE/3zm19DxLvh4/s320/March09+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Probably not a float like this from the Catholic parish, either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313542289093854226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1-j0B0hBI/AAAAAAAABVM/7bYIAdmUClE/s320/March09+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-3351502177133201443?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3351502177133201443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3351502177133201443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3351502177133201443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3351502177133201443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day-great-green-parade.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day -- The Great Green Parade'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sb1-ivHdjtI/AAAAAAAABU0/xJZ9KWiNxn0/s72-c/March09+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8866383248089889375</id><published>2009-03-14T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:46:25.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmelo's 42nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Carmelo's 42nd birthday was a week ago. Mom and I let him choose the meal, so we had--what else--rigatoni and meatballs, wings and German Chocolate cake. The sauce and meatballs may not have been made with the proper Italian touch, but I think he enjoyed it anyway. You can tell Moira enjoyed it, just from the sauce on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SbxrMW6WPuI/AAAAAAAABR8/w7nEEFGszRc/s1600-h/March09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239520443252450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SbxrMW6WPuI/AAAAAAAABR8/w7nEEFGszRc/s320/March09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SbxrMGUlWUI/AAAAAAAABR0/iKUd2lE1zoM/s1600-h/March09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239515989891394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SbxrMGUlWUI/AAAAAAAABR0/iKUd2lE1zoM/s320/March09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mmmmm....nothing like German chocolate cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3228083877661034419-8866383248089889375?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8866383248089889375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8866383248089889375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8866383248089889375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8866383248089889375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/carmelos-42nd-birthday.html' title='Carmelo&apos;s 42nd Birthday'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SbxrMW6WPuI/AAAAAAAABR8/w7nEEFGszRc/s72-c/March09+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1694267192172949020</id><published>2009-03-03T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:43:32.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Play Time</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, before we realized how severe Michele's condition was, we built a fort out of a card table and a pair of Snuggies and had some family play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GBUNJF1I/AAAAAAAABPs/daKsrH-bQqw/s1600-h/February09+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309187630389860178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GBUNJF1I/AAAAAAAABPs/daKsrH-bQqw/s320/February09+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GA7YOApI/AAAAAAAABPk/7g8zK5FGMps/s1600-h/February09+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309187623725433490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GA7YOApI/AAAAAAAABPk/7g8zK5FGMps/s320/February09+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GAmFuwZI/AAAAAAAABPc/TxBwwJVPCSc/s1600-h/February09+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309187618010743186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GAmFuwZI/AAAAAAAABPc/TxBwwJVPCSc/s320/February09+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GAayD2hI/AAAAAAAABPU/Jft-ZTXsA1M/s1600-h/February09+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309187614975449618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GAayD2hI/AAAAAAAABPU/Jft-ZTXsA1M/s320/February09+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-1694267192172949020?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1694267192172949020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1694267192172949020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1694267192172949020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1694267192172949020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-play-time.html' title='Family Play Time'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/Sa4GBUNJF1I/AAAAAAAABPs/daKsrH-bQqw/s72-c/February09+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4213443444148832527</id><published>2009-02-28T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:16:04.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michele's Final Days</title><content type='html'>Some of you may not know, but a month ago my sister, Michele, had open-heart surgery to replace a faulty valve. All seemed to go well, and she was nicely on the mend, or so we thought until a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, she went into the emergency room with nausea and vomiting. It turned out to be an inflamed gall bladder. The next day, the doctors removed her gall bladder. Again, though the operation made us nervous, all seemed to go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Tuesday, everything fell apart. Michele again experienced nausea, and passed out as her son, Tyler, was helping her up the stairs at their house. They called the ambulance. Just as the ambulance got her to the emergency room at Providence Hospital in Portland, her heart stopped. They were able to resuscitate her, but it took 30 minutes before the doctors were able to get her heart to keep beating. She was taken to the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit (CICU). There they discovered she had fluid in her chest cavity. They drained the fluid, packed her in ice and put her in a medically-induced coma, but the damage was probably already done. From that point on, she never woke up again. On Wednesday, my parents went down to Portland to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little hazy on the details—so much happened I have trouble keeping it all straight—but it seems the fluid around her heart was what stopped her heart and deprived her body of oxygen. At some point, whether when her heart stopped or later, that lack of oxygen caused her to have a stroke. The stroke, in turn, caused swelling on her brain. The added pressure on the brain caused a series of strokes on both sides of her brain, which did irreparable damage. At that point, Michele was considered brain-dead. Thursday night, Carmelo and I got the call telling us Michele was not expected to last the night. I called my brother Craig, and all of us drove down together. We arrived around two Friday morning, to find Michele being kept alive purely by machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple hours sleep, the entire family met with the doctors, who told us there was no hope of “meaningful” recovery. Her brain was dead, and her body couldn’t even breathe on its own. After some discussion, her husband, Rick, made the tough but unanimously supported decision to have her taken off life support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele was an organ donor, so they kept the respiration going for that purpose. However, with all the family present, they declared the time of death as 9:25 A.M. on Friday, February 27, 2009. There was nothing else for us to do, so we all came back to Heppner yesterday afternoon. As far as we know, she has probably donated her organs by now and been moved to the funeral home. We haven’t yet heard from Rick as to when the funeral will be. Understandably, he was not in a place to talk about funeral plans yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s difficult to understand how this could have happened, or why. The urge is there to feel anger, but there’s no one to honestly be angry with. We know God could have, at any time, provided a miracle. He chose not to, so we have to believe that, despite our feelings, it was time for Michele to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left behind her husband, Rick, her kids, Tyler and Theresa, and many other family members who will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele was 41.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-4213443444148832527?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4213443444148832527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4213443444148832527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4213443444148832527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4213443444148832527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/micheles-final-days.html' title='Michele&apos;s Final Days'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8889846800014006126</id><published>2009-02-27T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:21:36.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michele</title><content type='html'>It's been a couple of weeks since we posted anything here, but a lot has happened. I don't feel up to writing much, but I'll let everyone know that this morning at 9:25 my sister, Michele, was pronounced dead at Providence Hospital in Portland. We'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SaiRFlsEpnI/AAAAAAAABNk/aWJymTZXWZM/s1600-h/DSCF0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307651686058468978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SaiRFlsEpnI/AAAAAAAABNk/aWJymTZXWZM/s320/DSCF0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; Michele (r) and her daughter, Theresa (l).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3228083877661034419-8889846800014006126?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8889846800014006126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8889846800014006126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8889846800014006126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8889846800014006126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/michele.html' title='Michele'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SaiRFlsEpnI/AAAAAAAABNk/aWJymTZXWZM/s72-c/DSCF0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-999647483621422628</id><published>2009-02-14T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:05:08.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Possible To Have More Snow Shots?</title><content type='html'>All right...can we have any more snow shots? We admit it; we love snow. It (the snow) may be all gone now, but Carmelo and I stopped for a photo op on the way home from town one day while the world was still clean and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTJbnj4qI/AAAAAAAABNc/5plhpKlqtRM/s1600-h/February09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302868876493841058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTJbnj4qI/AAAAAAAABNc/5plhpKlqtRM/s320/February09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunset over Fuller Canyon Lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTJOwlXDI/AAAAAAAABNU/VSi8EmDg4Vw/s1600-h/February09+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302868873042025522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTJOwlXDI/AAAAAAAABNU/VSi8EmDg4Vw/s320/February09+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mountains on the horizon are Mt. Hood (left) and Mt. Adams (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTI7S4BVI/AAAAAAAABNM/F1sI5_jZ2Vg/s1600-h/February09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302868867817145682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTI7S4BVI/AAAAAAAABNM/F1sI5_jZ2Vg/s320/February09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A shot to the south-east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTIwLoZxI/AAAAAAAABNE/Zm6dJPayQOE/s1600-h/February09+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302868864833971986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTIwLoZxI/AAAAAAAABNE/Zm6dJPayQOE/s320/February09+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Blue Mountains reflecting the sunset to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTIqWN7XI/AAAAAAAABM8/eCaj8it-F4I/s1600-h/February09+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302868863267761522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTIqWN7XI/AAAAAAAABM8/eCaj8it-F4I/s320/February09+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carmelo took this artistic close-up of the snow-covered fence with Mt. Hood framed by the sunset in the background. Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-999647483621422628?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/999647483621422628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=999647483621422628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/999647483621422628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/999647483621422628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-possible-to-have-more-snow-shots.html' title='Is It Possible To Have More Snow Shots?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SZeTJbnj4qI/AAAAAAAABNc/5plhpKlqtRM/s72-c/February09+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6862708746926934768</id><published>2009-01-26T22:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:17:44.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Snow</title><content type='html'>It's been a snowier-than-usual winter for Eastern Oregon, and the Di Salvo family is taking advantage of it!&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IxRUQlLI/AAAAAAAABKc/2dS0LkD40iw/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IxRUQlLI/AAAAAAAABKc/2dS0LkD40iw/s320/MoiraJan09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295820591877625010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tippy&lt;/span&gt; loves the snow...and looks so cute with snow on his nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IxU8proI/AAAAAAAABKU/llxzh3O1TZM/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IxU8proI/AAAAAAAABKU/llxzh3O1TZM/s320/MoiraJan09+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295820592852348546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think rolling around in the snow made both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tippy&lt;/span&gt; and I feel younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IxA79Q5I/AAAAAAAABKM/YktYnVf17QY/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IxA79Q5I/AAAAAAAABKM/YktYnVf17QY/s320/MoiraJan09+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295820587480728466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhilaration&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IwzzpPaI/AAAAAAAABKE/Y5g-sDfP2ns/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IwzzpPaI/AAAAAAAABKE/Y5g-sDfP2ns/s320/MoiraJan09+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295820583956200866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With temperature in the teens, Carmelo and Moira were bundled up against the cold. Moira was so stiff with clothes, she couldn't even move!&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HanssS0I/AAAAAAAABJ8/fiq2f02uCuc/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HanssS0I/AAAAAAAABJ8/fiq2f02uCuc/s320/MoiraJan09+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819103237065538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are, ready for Moira's first-ever ride on a sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HaLX9MpI/AAAAAAAABJ0/jcA8B6-Oy84/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HaLX9MpI/AAAAAAAABJ0/jcA8B6-Oy84/s320/MoiraJan09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819095633900178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, it was Carmelo's turn with Moira on the sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HaL-AwTI/AAAAAAAABJs/L55oM873p_c/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HaL-AwTI/AAAAAAAABJs/L55oM873p_c/s320/MoiraJan09+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819095793516850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There they go! They almost went in the creek, but some fast steering on Carmelo's part avoided a freezing wet disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HZ4JQINI/AAAAAAAABJk/S_jWqlDkOp8/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HZ4JQINI/AAAAAAAABJk/S_jWqlDkOp8/s320/MoiraJan09+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819090471952594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we went to the car for a trip to town. They were so cute, I just had to snap another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HZxFIFsI/AAAAAAAABJc/7uEUj4ZX3Qk/s1600-h/MoiraJan09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6HZxFIFsI/AAAAAAAABJc/7uEUj4ZX3Qk/s320/MoiraJan09+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819088575600322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, we finish where we started, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tippy&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the snow!&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/3228083877661034419-6862708746926934768?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6862708746926934768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6862708746926934768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6862708746926934768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6862708746926934768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun in the Snow'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SX6IxRUQlLI/AAAAAAAABKc/2dS0LkD40iw/s72-c/MoiraJan09+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1520474144925039538</id><published>2009-01-22T19:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:17:58.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today Carmelo is at his first training session with University of Phoenix, so I left Moira with Grandpa Miles and took a walk by myself. It was a foggy day, with less than a quarter-mile visibility. The landscape was once again covered with frost, an island of white in a sea of fog. It was a 3-mile walk through an introvert's paradise...complete solitude, with the only noises the crunch, crunch of frost underfoot and the panting of my canine companions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZOf_ynKI/AAAAAAAABHU/lzHn6mQCRBE/s1600-h/January09+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294290573848648866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZOf_ynKI/AAAAAAAABHU/lzHn6mQCRBE/s320/January09+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry; I doubt the cows are as cold as they look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZN3B2C3I/AAAAAAAABHM/IJKGFqbAMHU/s1600-h/January09+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294290562851408754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZN3B2C3I/AAAAAAAABHM/IJKGFqbAMHU/s320/January09+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Self Portrait of a Solitary Walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZN-BABJI/AAAAAAAABHE/MBwrar9yVMM/s1600-h/January09+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294290564726916242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZN-BABJI/AAAAAAAABHE/MBwrar9yVMM/s320/January09+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every surface was covered with frost, making even the mundane beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZNlgZWyI/AAAAAAAABG8/dcs2VrhIeb4/s1600-h/January09+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294290558147713826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZNlgZWyI/AAAAAAAABG8/dcs2VrhIeb4/s320/January09+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice-covered barbed wire stretched for mile upon mile in fantastic formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZNeUbtUI/AAAAAAAABG0/80WOuX8Mpz0/s1600-h/January09+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294290556218488130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZNeUbtUI/AAAAAAAABG0/80WOuX8Mpz0/s320/January09+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A weed caught in a fence? Or the abominable snowman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9iBj5oI/AAAAAAAABGs/IpNucXvhy84/s1600-h/January09+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294289182823540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9iBj5oI/AAAAAAAABGs/IpNucXvhy84/s320/January09+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craig's dog, Duke, who's staying with us while the family is in Hawaii. Even his goofy personality is tempered by the atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9QgkdyI/AAAAAAAABGk/dAH1Gvix300/s1600-h/January09+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294289178121762594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9QgkdyI/AAAAAAAABGk/dAH1Gvix300/s320/January09+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tippy's normally feral look is highlighted by the exercise and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9VOahBI/AAAAAAAABGc/kgZhoc_OtN8/s1600-h/January09+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294289179387790354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9VOahBI/AAAAAAAABGc/kgZhoc_OtN8/s320/January09+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad's pond, a mile above the house, was iced-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9HIafKI/AAAAAAAABGU/Jaf_-hb72Wo/s1600-h/January09+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294289175604526242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX9HIafKI/AAAAAAAABGU/Jaf_-hb72Wo/s320/January09+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tippy looks like a ghost dog on the far bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX8_LOxrI/AAAAAAAABGM/OPMGVmguGGk/s1600-h/January09+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294289173468858034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkX8_LOxrI/AAAAAAAABGM/OPMGVmguGGk/s320/January09+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At around 30 degrees, even a small waterfall was icing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-1520474144925039538?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1520474144925039538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1520474144925039538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1520474144925039538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1520474144925039538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-walk.html' title='A Quiet Walk'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXkZOf_ynKI/AAAAAAAABHU/lzHn6mQCRBE/s72-c/January09+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-961938669757058437</id><published>2009-01-18T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:55:52.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic Expressions</title><content type='html'>Seeing God's artistry expressed in the frost inspired me to try to capture a little of it through some photographic atristry of my own. Not anywhere near the level of the Divine, but not bad for an amateur (in my opinion)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOkO5afRDI/AAAAAAAABGE/kfqtU1O-WxI/s1600-h/January09+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292754562927510578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOkO5afRDI/AAAAAAAABGE/kfqtU1O-WxI/s320/January09+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOkOksmbtI/AAAAAAAABF8/dXJ6neJT7cY/s1600-h/January09+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292754557366333138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOkOksmbtI/AAAAAAAABF8/dXJ6neJT7cY/s320/January09+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOkOnRo6cI/AAAAAAAABF0/gCI8xC6EX-4/s1600-h/January09+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292754558058555842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOkOnRo6cI/AAAAAAAABF0/gCI8xC6EX-4/s320/January09+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiYr5JAXI/AAAAAAAABFs/zgqsUOWlTlo/s1600-h/January09+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292752532073415026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiYr5JAXI/AAAAAAAABFs/zgqsUOWlTlo/s320/January09+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiYJkwD_I/AAAAAAAABFk/UjEoROM-T9Y/s1600-h/January09+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292752522861088754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiYJkwD_I/AAAAAAAABFk/UjEoROM-T9Y/s320/January09+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiXm-VuQI/AAAAAAAABFc/O26gXyfKnho/s1600-h/January09+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292752513573173506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiXm-VuQI/AAAAAAAABFc/O26gXyfKnho/s320/January09+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiXb4K4pI/AAAAAAAABFU/kfMWkzC_2Zg/s1600-h/January09+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292752510594507410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiXb4K4pI/AAAAAAAABFU/kfMWkzC_2Zg/s320/January09+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiW1PLVEI/AAAAAAAABFM/hGzWWyZVevY/s1600-h/January09+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292752500222022722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOiW1PLVEI/AAAAAAAABFM/hGzWWyZVevY/s320/January09+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-961938669757058437?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/961938669757058437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=961938669757058437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/961938669757058437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/961938669757058437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/artistic-expressions.html' title='Artistic Expressions'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOkO5afRDI/AAAAAAAABGE/kfqtU1O-WxI/s72-c/January09+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1393484967110731199</id><published>2009-01-18T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:37:21.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty Walk</title><content type='html'>After building our hay fort, we took a walk in the frosty outdoors. Still no snow, but it's a real winter wonderland, covered with heavy crystals of icy frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOghmUGC2I/AAAAAAAABFE/eR1HhqeEVMk/s1600-h/January09+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750486171421538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOghmUGC2I/AAAAAAAABFE/eR1HhqeEVMk/s320/January09+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOghBc8VNI/AAAAAAAABE8/Se0Z5V9LG7Y/s1600-h/January09+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750476276421842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOghBc8VNI/AAAAAAAABE8/Se0Z5V9LG7Y/s320/January09+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3228083877661034419-1393484967110731199?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1393484967110731199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1393484967110731199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1393484967110731199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1393484967110731199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/frosty-walk.html' title='Frosty Walk'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOghmUGC2I/AAAAAAAABFE/eR1HhqeEVMk/s72-c/January09+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4156660022249391806</id><published>2009-01-18T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:32:01.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Barn</title><content type='html'>Carmelo never had the privilege of building a hay fort as a child, so today he and I went into the barn and rearranged a few of Dad's bales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOezd5BN2I/AAAAAAAABE0/dn4SxvONfaA/s1600-h/January09+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748594124765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOezd5BN2I/AAAAAAAABE0/dn4SxvONfaA/s320/January09+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not being beheaded; it only looks that way because of the camera angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOezL3LeEI/AAAAAAAABEs/7Rt8eK_2Tj0/s1600-h/January09+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748589285210178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOezL3LeEI/AAAAAAAABEs/7Rt8eK_2Tj0/s320/January09+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carmelo: King of the Hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOey080AQI/AAAAAAAABEk/PKVastZA8Eo/s1600-h/January09+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748583134822658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOey080AQI/AAAAAAAABEk/PKVastZA8Eo/s320/January09+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my "Country Girl" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOeyhrRUhI/AAAAAAAABEc/KNaLTMHWiBM/s1600-h/January09+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748577960972818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOeyhrRUhI/AAAAAAAABEc/KNaLTMHWiBM/s320/January09+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't he look like a hard-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt;' farm boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-4156660022249391806?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4156660022249391806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4156660022249391806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4156660022249391806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4156660022249391806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-in-barn.html' title='Fun in the Barn'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXOezd5BN2I/AAAAAAAABE0/dn4SxvONfaA/s72-c/January09+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-903117256002471124</id><published>2009-01-17T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:39:24.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry the Duck Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since we've seen Harry the Duck, who's been with me since I was a training manager at Red Line Events. Recently, he made an appearance, terrorizing babies and animals throughout the living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXKjooUFYOI/AAAAAAAABEU/OWnIxG7xhTA/s1600-h/January09+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292472430525505762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXKjooUFYOI/AAAAAAAABEU/OWnIxG7xhTA/s320/January09+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, maybe terror is the wrong word. "It's funny looking, but not all that interesting," says Moira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXKjoIJPI_I/AAAAAAAABEM/K3GjLLyyPQc/s1600-h/January09+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292472421890073586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXKjoIJPI_I/AAAAAAAABEM/K3GjLLyyPQc/s320/January09+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Missy's response? "Get that thing out of my face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3228083877661034419-903117256002471124?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/903117256002471124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=903117256002471124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/903117256002471124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/903117256002471124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/harry-duck-strikes-again.html' title='Harry the Duck Strikes Again'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXKjooUFYOI/AAAAAAAABEU/OWnIxG7xhTA/s72-c/January09+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4038304026056027558</id><published>2009-01-17T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:33:41.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Job Situation</title><content type='html'>We're thrilled--THRILLED--to say that Carmelo had a second interview, which was a 15-minute teaching demonstration, with University of Phoenix on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went great, and they've invited him to continue on with the training process. While the training is considered part of the hiring process, once a candidate is in training it's really a done deal. Needless to say, we're excited! It's part-time, but we're hopeful that, now that he's dipped his toes in the academic pool, it will open many more doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great start to 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-4038304026056027558?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4038304026056027558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4038304026056027558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4038304026056027558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4038304026056027558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-job-situation.html' title='Update on the Job Situation'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-8462466676145575529</id><published>2009-01-17T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:41:09.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Frost Visits Eastern Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; No snow this week, but the temperature has dropped, covering the country with fog and frost. Personally, we think it's kind of pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-0r98NaI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ek_odFOYz6M/s1600-h/January09+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292361586990396834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-0r98NaI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ek_odFOYz6M/s320/January09+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-0c8LfRI/AAAAAAAABDU/nQkfn4446Sc/s1600-h/January09+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292361582956477714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-0c8LfRI/AAAAAAAABDU/nQkfn4446Sc/s320/January09+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-z00Aq_I/AAAAAAAABDM/RXBKrs2NdUA/s1600-h/January09+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292361572184796146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-z00Aq_I/AAAAAAAABDM/RXBKrs2NdUA/s320/January09+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-zlRVH2I/AAAAAAAABDE/-WDa1NY9hHI/s1600-h/January09+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292361568012803938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-zlRVH2I/AAAAAAAABDE/-WDa1NY9hHI/s320/January09+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-8462466676145575529?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8462466676145575529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=8462466676145575529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8462466676145575529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/8462466676145575529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/jack-frost-visits-eastern-oregon.html' title='Jack Frost Visits Eastern Oregon'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SXI-0r98NaI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ek_odFOYz6M/s72-c/January09+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5429730081158913694</id><published>2009-01-13T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:17:25.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Christmas</title><content type='html'>The last box to come was from Grandpa Di Salvo and Grandma Pam. There were some nice coats for the two of us, and lots of goodies for Moira! (To see more pics of Moira and her presents, visit &lt;a href="http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFxt3ViI/AAAAAAAABBE/hP5CoPGwNbM/s1600-h/January09+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966600335709730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFxt3ViI/AAAAAAAABBE/hP5CoPGwNbM/s320/January09+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "No mushy stuff, Mom...I want to open my presents!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFqLqyqI/AAAAAAAABA8/aZvBfJBhuPg/s1600-h/January09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966598313233058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFqLqyqI/AAAAAAAABA8/aZvBfJBhuPg/s320/January09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm...Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFazk-4I/AAAAAAAABA0/Nt25S3q4_ww/s1600-h/January09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966594185657218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFazk-4I/AAAAAAAABA0/Nt25S3q4_ww/s320/January09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moira got a cute little monkey toy. It looks just like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFC_xp1I/AAAAAAAABAs/VJu3GUy1qWk/s1600-h/January09+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966587794368338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFC_xp1I/AAAAAAAABAs/VJu3GUy1qWk/s320/January09+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also got a penguin teether. That's good; hopefully she'll chew on her parents less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KE-DkUMI/AAAAAAAABAk/lQzJTbpCqhs/s1600-h/January09+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966586468094146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KE-DkUMI/AAAAAAAABAk/lQzJTbpCqhs/s320/January09+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There will be a time when Moira plays with dolls, but for now a baby doll is simply another thing to chew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-5429730081158913694?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5429730081158913694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5429730081158913694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5429730081158913694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5429730081158913694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/third-christmas.html' title='Third Christmas'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1KFxt3ViI/AAAAAAAABBE/hP5CoPGwNbM/s72-c/January09+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1557196134623428825</id><published>2009-01-13T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:03:37.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Second Christmas</title><content type='html'>When we got our box of presents froom Grandma Di Salvo, there were lots of really cool gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GcmlXL_I/AAAAAAAABAc/FeVILGf6g3I/s1600-h/January09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290962594437738482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GcmlXL_I/AAAAAAAABAc/FeVILGf6g3I/s320/January09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The festive "2009" glasses that Grandma sent were a little too big for Moira's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GcZ1nQTI/AAAAAAAABAU/tVHbxUIS-uU/s1600-h/January09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290962591016239410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GcZ1nQTI/AAAAAAAABAU/tVHbxUIS-uU/s320/January09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrea felt like Elton John, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GcXER89I/AAAAAAAABAM/Ykrb2Eyey5k/s1600-h/January09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290962590272451538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GcXER89I/AAAAAAAABAM/Ykrb2Eyey5k/s320/January09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Carmelo looked like him! (Just kidding. Don't tickle me for that, Melo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1Gb6LXgnI/AAAAAAAABAE/4Vy61O5Ox7g/s1600-h/January09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290962582517547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1Gb6LXgnI/AAAAAAAABAE/4Vy61O5Ox7g/s320/January09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those who know Carmelo's political views, this gift from his brother, Michael, is self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GbZo0rvI/AAAAAAAAA_8/H3f4_OrBj9E/s1600-h/January09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290962573782724338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GbZo0rvI/AAAAAAAAA_8/H3f4_OrBj9E/s320/January09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the other hand, this outfit for Moira cheered him up immensely. Go Sabres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-1557196134623428825?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1557196134623428825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1557196134623428825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1557196134623428825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1557196134623428825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-second-christmas.html' title='Our Second Christmas'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SW1GcmlXL_I/AAAAAAAABAc/FeVILGf6g3I/s72-c/January09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5389676615481734022</id><published>2009-01-12T00:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:11:07.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Update</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe we're a week late with that, but we've been busy. Family in Buffalo already knows we didn't make it. That's right; we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; make it to Buffalo...again! An hour before we were to take off from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PDX&lt;/span&gt;, we were informed our already-delayed flight to Chicago was canceled due to fog. Fed up, we left the airport and called to get our ticket refunded. The four-hour drive back to my parents house -- on icy roads -- was a joy. Sense the sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've kept ourselves busy since then, though. Carmelo had a job interview with University of Phoenix in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tigard&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday, and we're excited that they've asked him to come back this week and do a 15-minute teaching demonstration. It sounds promising. Though it's only part-time, it's definitely a step in the right direction, and will hopefully open doors to other teaching positions if he gets it. Meanwhile, he's still pursuing the possibility of becoming an Army chaplain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea has been keeping herself busy with sewing projects and starting on next Christmas' gift. That's right, Andrea is starting to make Christmas presents in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;, and is quite proud of herself. Along with her mom, she's also committed to exercising and drinking lots of water. So far, nothing has been done about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira is going great blazes, crawling, pulling herself up and, occasionally, forgetting that she doesn't yet stand on her own. (Boom! Down on her bottom!) She got so many cute outfits for Christmas, we don't think there's a better-dressed girl on the West Coast, if not in the whole U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have pictures on our camera waiting to be uploaded, so we'll try to get around to posting those soon. Till then, HAPPY 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-5389676615481734022?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5389676615481734022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5389676615481734022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5389676615481734022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5389676615481734022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-update.html' title='New Year Update'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-109045888430890715</id><published>2008-12-26T17:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:40:11.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Buffalo (Maybe?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVaksgFuZI/AAAAAAAAA90/F-EpnGX5uYY/s1600-h/December08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284229324256688530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVaksgFuZI/AAAAAAAAA90/F-EpnGX5uYY/s320/December08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather at the beginning of the week may have been inconvenient, but it did end up giving us a magical white Christmas, complete with deer and pheasants coming into the yard to forage for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVaka9BrhI/AAAAAAAAA9s/I7GJ8aEiSNk/s1600-h/December08+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284229319546220050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVaka9BrhI/AAAAAAAAA9s/I7GJ8aEiSNk/s320/December08+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom set out some wheat for both birds and beasts, but Tippy usually chased away the birds; the deer had more luck! Now, it's the day after Christmas, and we're back in PDX waiting for a delayed flight. At least it's delayed, not cancelled! We drove down last night, and the weather was much better for driving than it was on Monday. I-84 was open, so it only took us 4 hours to get from my parents' house to our hotel. We stayed at a hotel an exit up from the airport so we could leave our car there and take a shuttle to PDX. Cheaper than parking at the airport, and we felt better about it. We got here plenty early for our 2:15 flight, only to find it's been delayed till 4:35. We've gotten mixed signals about our flight from Chicago to Buffalo. We were first told that Midway is closing tonight and that we will have to spend the night in Chicago. Then, we were told that's wrong; our flight is scheduled to depart Midway on time. Of course, we're hoping for the latter. Only time will tell. Right now we still have two hours before our flight even leaves for Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVajwAHtVI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Z8bw6qySI0E/s1600-h/December08+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284229308016473426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVajwAHtVI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Z8bw6qySI0E/s320/December08+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira has passed the time playing and watching the planes go by. She loves to people-watch, so it's been a good time for her ... a little exhausting for Carmelo and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVajrPne_I/AAAAAAAAA9c/1lE4bVHPppA/s1600-h/December08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284229306739293170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVajrPne_I/AAAAAAAAA9c/1lE4bVHPppA/s320/December08+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a lighter parting note, you know you're in Oregon when the Horizon plane bears the colors and logo of the U of O Ducks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, our next post will be from Buffalo ... finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-109045888430890715?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/109045888430890715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=109045888430890715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/109045888430890715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/109045888430890715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-buffalo-maybe.html' title='To Buffalo (Maybe?)'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVVaksgFuZI/AAAAAAAAA90/F-EpnGX5uYY/s72-c/December08+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1596205468314735317</id><published>2008-12-23T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:20:06.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo...or Bust?</title><content type='html'>Well, our trip to Buffalo, scheduled for yesterday, was a bust. Portland is experiencing its worst December snowstorm in 40 years, and almost everything ground to a halt over the weekend and into Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Michele's house Sunday. I-84 was closed through the Gorge because of snow and high winds, so we had to take SRs 35 and 26 around Mt. Hood to get to Damascus. (Even the trains weren't running through the Cascades, so Amtrack wasn't an option.) Chains were required over the mountains, so we had to stop in the dark and snow to figure out how to put those on. Fun! (As a "historical" note, I've carried those chains in my trunk for 10 years, and this is the first time I've ever used them.) All told, a trip that normally takes 3-1/2 hours took around 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun wasn't over. Even though our flight didn't leave until 2:15, we left for the airport around 9 AM. You can watch the news to know that the lines at PDX were CRAZY! The Southwest line, made up mostly of people whose flights had already been cancelled, wrapped clear around to the security checkpoint. We were in line 30 to 45 minutes before they told us all flights before 3 PM had been cancelled. We had the option of waiting in line to reschedule or calling the 800 number. With Moira getting antsy, and knowing we could be in line for several hours before even getting to the counter, we opted to leave the airport and call. Michele had to turn around and pick us back up, though, so we still didn't get out of the airport until close to noon. I'm glad we didn't stay, though; the lines today are even longer, and some people ended up spending the night in line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back to my parents' house last night (another 7 hours, since I-84 was still closed from Troutdale to Hood River). Today some flights are coming and going from PDX, and we have managed to reschedule our departure for the day after Christmas. I-84 opened this morning. Right now we're crossing our fingers that the weather will hold and flights will be on schedule by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVEJiwe717I/AAAAAAAAA8s/SWPr1vGvtj8/s1600-h/December08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283014330617157554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVEJiwe717I/AAAAAAAAA8s/SWPr1vGvtj8/s320/December08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though the snow made for a lot of inconvenience, it sure was beautiful. This is the view of Rick and Michele's back yard in Damascus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVEJiRyK7fI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ViWkCpXfy7w/s1600-h/December08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283014322376338930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVEJiRyK7fI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ViWkCpXfy7w/s320/December08+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira and Carmelo were excited and ready to take off for our Christmas adventure yesterday morning ... The decorated deer head lent an air of festivity to the occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3228083877661034419-1596205468314735317?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1596205468314735317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1596205468314735317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1596205468314735317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1596205468314735317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/buffaloor-bust.html' title='Buffalo...or Bust?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SVEJiwe717I/AAAAAAAAA8s/SWPr1vGvtj8/s72-c/December08+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2317875988208237517</id><published>2008-12-21T00:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:57:44.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas in Oregon</title><content type='html'>Since we're scheduled to fly to Buffalo on Monday and spend Christmas and New Year's Eve there, we had a miniature Christmas celebration with my parents today. We opened stockings in the morning, had a small but complete turkey dinner in the afternoon, and exchanged presents in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3WcP9UC7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/cazm0ojgNJs/s1600-h/December08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282113718783839154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3WcP9UC7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/cazm0ojgNJs/s320/December08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira had her stocking, but wasn't quite sure what to do with it ... "You made a mistake; this sock is too big for me, Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3Wb_YQHOI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2PPI9pnPSBU/s1600-h/December08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282113714333424866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3Wb_YQHOI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2PPI9pnPSBU/s320/December08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She eventually emptied her stocking, but ignored her new socks and ended up with my kazoo in one hand and Carmelo's tangerine in the other. (For those asking, "Why a kazoo?", I have no idea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3WbWZFv7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/Z80ND_ItW48/s1600-h/December08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282113703331086258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3WbWZFv7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/Z80ND_ItW48/s320/December08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Is there another kazoo in this box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3Wa0_U6cI/AAAAAAAAA8E/a8DFy0DtTpY/s1600-h/December08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282113694364658114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3Wa0_U6cI/AAAAAAAAA8E/a8DFy0DtTpY/s320/December08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira seemed to have a very literal taste for things in other people's stockings. Here, she's feasting on Carmelo's still-unpeeled tangerine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VIP2KnKI/AAAAAAAAA70/jFwHILMJbuw/s1600-h/December08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282112275644849314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VIP2KnKI/AAAAAAAAA70/jFwHILMJbuw/s320/December08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Let's see," says Moira, "how do I get into this thing." As you can see on &lt;a href="http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;, she ended up using her teeth ... er... tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3Wapc6AZI/AAAAAAAAA78/S_jzUU3dtuM/s1600-h/December08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282113691267498386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3Wapc6AZI/AAAAAAAAA78/S_jzUU3dtuM/s320/December08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even with the stacking toy unwrapped at her feet, Moira preferred the wrapping paper. Also, the sound of the wooden circles clicking together seemed to frighten her. She's not scared of anything, but runs away from wooden donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VH9LcZyI/AAAAAAAAA7s/mM4QALZUwGc/s1600-h/December08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282112270633821986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VH9LcZyI/AAAAAAAAA7s/mM4QALZUwGc/s320/December08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the nice toys Moira got, she still preferred to hold (and chew on) the kazoo from my stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VHTONNvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/IUOOu9kU5Y0/s1600-h/December08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282112259371120370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VHTONNvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/IUOOu9kU5Y0/s320/December08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, Moira was more interested in eating the wrapping paper than in unwrapping her gift. It was just as well, since the little Fisher Price phone ended up scaring her! We had no idea we were picking such terrifying gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VG_SpcbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/BfHrqUGSvNo/s1600-h/December08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282112254021038514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3VG_SpcbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/BfHrqUGSvNo/s320/December08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did my best to avoid the camera, but Carmelo finally got a picture of me holding one of the nice sweaters he got me for Christmas.&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-2317875988208237517?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2317875988208237517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2317875988208237517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2317875988208237517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2317875988208237517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-christmas-in-oregon.html' title='Early Christmas in Oregon'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3WcP9UC7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/cazm0ojgNJs/s72-c/December08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4353305590313838145</id><published>2008-12-21T00:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:26:10.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Hits Hard in Oregon</title><content type='html'>The past week saw winter hit--and hit hard--at my parents' house here in Eastern Oregon. Last weekend we got 8 or 9 inches of snow, and temperatures dropped to well below freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, my parents watched Moira so Carmelo and I could go to a movie. The nearest theater is in Hermiston, about 45 miles away. It really wasn't good weather for the drive. The roads were icy and the temperature dropped below 0 (not a typo; below &lt;em&gt;zero&lt;/em&gt;), to -9 at one point. It was good to get out, though. It was only the second time we'd been out on a "date" since Moira was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday a gale kicked up and blew the snow into drifts that closed the road in some places. We then got more snow on top of that. All told, we've probably gotten more than a foot of snow this week. I'm actually not complaining. Both Carmelo and I love snow, especially after being in Virginia Beach so long. We're driving to Portland tomorrow to catch our plane to Buffalo on Monday, though, so the weather is making us a little nervous about the drive through the Columbia Gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3QXsx_TMI/AAAAAAAAA7M/8DmB5A0JFbE/s1600-h/December08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282107043551857858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3QXsx_TMI/AAAAAAAAA7M/8DmB5A0JFbE/s320/December08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view of the driveway from our window. This was the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; snowfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3QXe525bI/AAAAAAAAA7E/6E6aB3deOQ0/s1600-h/December08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282107039826765234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3QXe525bI/AAAAAAAAA7E/6E6aB3deOQ0/s320/December08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of the front yard and the hills from the living room window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3QXNQJTaI/AAAAAAAAA68/gfePphwgLqE/s1600-h/December08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282107035088407970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3QXNQJTaI/AAAAAAAAA68/gfePphwgLqE/s320/December08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad's dog, Tippy, wasn't sure what to make of the snow at first. it wasn't long, though, before he was playing and bounding through it just like any excited little kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-4353305590313838145?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4353305590313838145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4353305590313838145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4353305590313838145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4353305590313838145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-hits-hard-in-oregon.html' title='Winter Hits Hard in Oregon'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SU3QXsx_TMI/AAAAAAAAA7M/8DmB5A0JFbE/s72-c/December08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2070260205383241295</id><published>2008-12-17T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:55:30.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Before leaving the Portland area to come back and stay with my parents, we had a girls day out at the zoo. Michele, Theresa, Moira and I spent hours (on a very cold day) gawking at all the wildlife, including the camera-shy baby elephant. Moira was more interested in people-watching than in watching the animals, but the grown-ups had fun. Actually, I was so excited, Michele probably felt like she had a couple of teenagers with her instead of just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmr2XK_SrI/AAAAAAAAA40/cDat8I-FEtY/s1600-h/November08+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280940988490009266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmr2XK_SrI/AAAAAAAAA40/cDat8I-FEtY/s320/November08+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first stop on the tour was the great Rocky Mountain Goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrcCAItLI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EUEjAMBZJXM/s1600-h/November08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280940536130745522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrcCAItLI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EUEjAMBZJXM/s320/November08+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was exciting to be in a small aviary with a couple of majestic bald eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrbqQaF2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/jn7KrPe5Dzg/s1600-h/November08+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280940529756542818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrbqQaF2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/jn7KrPe5Dzg/s320/November08+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other hand, we were glad to have thick glass between us and the very large polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrbJNXG_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/geFO_T04Rg8/s1600-h/November08+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280940520885394418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrbJNXG_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/geFO_T04Rg8/s320/November08+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the highlights of the day was going through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lorikeet&lt;/span&gt; enclosure, where dozens of the colorful birds flew and hopped all around us. Noisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrayViTgI/AAAAAAAAA4U/oFpJZ5JLf8o/s1600-h/November08+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280940514745667074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmrayViTgI/AAAAAAAAA4U/oFpJZ5JLf8o/s320/November08+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture can't express the size of the sea lions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmradkAzJI/AAAAAAAAA4M/MPbn6h5mhsM/s1600-h/November08+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280940509169241234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmradkAzJI/AAAAAAAAA4M/MPbn6h5mhsM/s320/November08+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This didn't turn out to be a very good picture of the sea otter, but I thought it was a pretty cool picture of Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-2070260205383241295?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2070260205383241295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2070260205383241295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2070260205383241295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2070260205383241295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-to-zoo.html' title='Visit to the Zoo'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUmr2XK_SrI/AAAAAAAAA40/cDat8I-FEtY/s72-c/November08+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3316396756931907766</id><published>2008-12-11T09:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:13:14.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving '08</title><content type='html'>We took a drive along the old Columbia River Highway on our way to visit my family for Thanksgiving. It's a lovely drive, full of scenery, but not made for anyone who is in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEqXpLRQ3I/AAAAAAAAA10/VZ_8ssTuvyY/s1600-h/November08+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546823933412210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEqXpLRQ3I/AAAAAAAAA10/VZ_8ssTuvyY/s320/November08+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Crown Point, we got an awesome view of the river, but the wind was so strong, we felt as if it was going to blow us right off the bluff. Carmelo tried to get a picture as I fought the wind to get into my fleece, but I managed to get it on before he got the camera to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEqXM85UTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ox_QnjtJ5T8/s1600-h/November08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546816356929842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEqXM85UTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ox_QnjtJ5T8/s320/November08+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view looking east through the Columbia Gorge from Crown Point. The road in the lower right is I-84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpxwHY0UI/AAAAAAAAA1k/kB58Lkd_3yc/s1600-h/November08+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546172961149250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpxwHY0UI/AAAAAAAAA1k/kB58Lkd_3yc/s320/November08+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful old building on Crown Point. You can't tell from here, but many of the windows were stained glass. We didn't go inside because we didn't want to take Moira out in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpxWuhrrI/AAAAAAAAA1c/gJESCAifMrg/s1600-h/November08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546166145986226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpxWuhrrI/AAAAAAAAA1c/gJESCAifMrg/s320/November08+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A woman offered to take our picture, but the wind was so cold and strong, she said she wasn't going to get out of her car to do it! We took her up on her offer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpw9boV4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/GyOGCniDOUo/s1600-h/November08+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546159355844482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpw9boV4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/GyOGCniDOUo/s320/November08+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we left Crown Point, it wasn't as windy. There are lots of waterfalls along the highway. They were beautiful, but I don't know if Moira appreciated being dragged out of the car for each and every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpv3bE1pI/AAAAAAAAA1M/zAFkl7Im08M/s1600-h/November08+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546140563035794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpv3bE1pI/AAAAAAAAA1M/zAFkl7Im08M/s320/November08+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the bottom of Horsetail Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpvbce_0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/X0ekXxGE4LI/s1600-h/November08+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278546133052751682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEpvbce_0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/X0ekXxGE4LI/s320/November08+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole fall wouldn't fit in the frame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-3316396756931907766?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3316396756931907766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3316396756931907766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3316396756931907766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3316396756931907766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-08.html' title='Thanksgiving &apos;08'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SUEqXpLRQ3I/AAAAAAAAA10/VZ_8ssTuvyY/s72-c/November08+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3132828279336274449</id><published>2008-11-19T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:56:31.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tillamook &amp; Rockaway Beach</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday the Di Salvo family took advantage of a rare sunny day and took off to the coast. We managed to completely miss I-405, which left us lost in downtown Portland for a little while, but we eventually found Hwy 26 toward Beaverton, Hillsboro and beyond. We then took Hwy 6 to Tillamook to check out the Tillamook Factory and the heart of Oregon's dairy country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air in Tillamook smells like a dairy farm, but you forget about that when you enter the facoty and see and smell the cheese and ice cream and fudge...a dairy lover's dream! We took the self-guided tour of the cheese factory, then introduced Carmelo to the magic of Tillamook ice cream (bubblegum for him, blueberry cheesecake for me). We also did a little Christmas shopping, but that's all I'll say about that! For some pictures of the factory trip, check out &lt;a href="http://moiradisalvo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moira's Crib&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Tillamook, it was off to Hwy 101 and up to Rockaway Beach for some lunch. After lunch we took a walk on the beach. It was Carmelo's first time to the Oregon coast, and Moira's very first view of the Pacific. Do you think she'll remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOjmtUCfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/lJFM73rS7tg/s1600-h/November08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270564575011670514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOjmtUCfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/lJFM73rS7tg/s320/November08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a lot of pictures of Rockaway Beach's landmark, the Twin Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOjH7dJKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/U-ug11u8_FQ/s1600-h/November08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270564566749488290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOjH7dJKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/U-ug11u8_FQ/s320/November08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, Andrea wasn't able to get away with not getting her picture taken. She's not wearing any shoes because, of the three of us, she was the only one who braved wading in the ice-cold Pacific waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOioko8fI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9vqUYMEKneI/s1600-h/November08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270564558332293618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOioko8fI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9vqUYMEKneI/s320/November08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice picture of the Twin Rocks with the sun starting to set behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOidkghrI/AAAAAAAAAyE/PmsWPJNUbyQ/s1600-h/November08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270564555378951858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOidkghrI/AAAAAAAAAyE/PmsWPJNUbyQ/s320/November08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of a church in Rockaway Beach, taken from the beach...no special meaning; we just thought it looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-3132828279336274449?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3132828279336274449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3132828279336274449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3132828279336274449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3132828279336274449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/tillamook-rockaway-beach.html' title='Tillamook &amp; Rockaway Beach'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SSTOjmtUCfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/lJFM73rS7tg/s72-c/November08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5175447316821779060</id><published>2008-11-09T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:15:49.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Saturday Market</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we met some friends at the Saturday Market in downtown Portland. For those not familiar with Portland, it's an outdoor market with a Bohemian atmosphere. It's a lot of fun to browse the local goods and people-watch. It was also good to catch up with my friend, Jessica, and Carmelo's friend, Greg, and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXmFYJScI/AAAAAAAAAwk/iCW6AZt-QgU/s1600-h/DSCF0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844969767356866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXmFYJScI/AAAAAAAAAwk/iCW6AZt-QgU/s320/DSCF0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michele and Theresa were with us, and the four (four and half?) of us grabbed lunch at Kells Irish Pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXmgtaKzI/AAAAAAAAAws/zE1lq8gtURU/s1600-h/DSCF0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844977104300850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXmgtaKzI/AAAAAAAAAws/zE1lq8gtURU/s320/DSCF0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't Michele look cute in the hat she bought at the Market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXlh9GlyI/AAAAAAAAAwc/dR_6MjlHnSw/s1600-h/DSCF0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844960258692898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXlh9GlyI/AAAAAAAAAwc/dR_6MjlHnSw/s320/DSCF0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica was one of my best friends in college and my Maid of Honor in our wedding. It was great to see her after...well, way too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXlb2j_rI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4F0DXadhoLU/s1600-h/DSCF0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844958620647090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXlb2j_rI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4F0DXadhoLU/s320/DSCF0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo served as Moira's packhorse. She could barely wiggle in her carrier, but she sure enjoyed taking in the sights and sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-5175447316821779060?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5175447316821779060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5175447316821779060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5175447316821779060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5175447316821779060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-saturday-market.html' title='At the Saturday Market'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SReXmFYJScI/AAAAAAAAAwk/iCW6AZt-QgU/s72-c/DSCF0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1815646546304788939</id><published>2008-10-30T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:43:15.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland at Last!</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Portland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postings may be few and far between for a while, because we're having Internet issues at my sister's house. I'm actually writing this post from a Barnes &amp;amp; Noble at the Clackamas Town Center. We're paying for the time, so if this seems rushed, that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house finally closed last Thursday...which was the best possible birthday present for me! (Yes, I'm an old woman of 31 now.) We celebrated Thursday night by going out to dinner at the restaurant where my niece, Julie, works as a server. Good food! And, of course, homemade angel food cake at the house for desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went with my parents to a fall festival at Hot Lake Springs, where David Manuel now has his foundry and museum. As owners of a limited edition Manuel sculpture, my parents are now on their VIP list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we drove down to Portland--stopping at Cousins' restaurant in The Dalles for lunch--and are now at my sister's house in Damascus. Carmelo is meeting with a friend's pastor about a job this afternoon, so we have high hopes for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, here are some more pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9w8pPAvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JfkzJKHXwiQ/s1600-h/October08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263016656913761010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9w8pPAvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JfkzJKHXwiQ/s320/October08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A larger-than-life sculpture on David Manuel's property at Hot Lake Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9wi7OuHI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wMM2DcfEm6U/s1600-h/October08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263016650009917554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9wi7OuHI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wMM2DcfEm6U/s320/October08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an old trading post dating back to before the Lewis &amp;amp; Clark Expedition. Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9vrlAgPI/AAAAAAAAAuM/97ECsxfyJL4/s1600-h/October08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263016635152761074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9vrlAgPI/AAAAAAAAAuM/97ECsxfyJL4/s320/October08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day at HLS was a little much for Moira, who conked out in the middle of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9vRcIQRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/7BG9WZ4eoSI/s1600-h/October08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263016628136198418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9vRcIQRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/7BG9WZ4eoSI/s320/October08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the artist, David Manuel, talking about the creation of the piece my parents bought, "Too Young to Die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9uvLJzrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/sEIMGuryUkw/s1600-h/October08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263016618938191538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9uvLJzrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/sEIMGuryUkw/s320/October08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Andrea opened her birthday gift, Moira was much more interested in the wrapping paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-1815646546304788939?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1815646546304788939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1815646546304788939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1815646546304788939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1815646546304788939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/portland-at-last.html' title='Portland at Last!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SQn9w8pPAvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JfkzJKHXwiQ/s72-c/October08+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5671121700417695729</id><published>2008-10-21T09:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:48:52.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing? Maybe Today?</title><content type='html'>Closing has been delayed by first one thing, then another. Right now we're in limbo because the buyer's settlement service changed their name and hasn't gotten the new name registered in Virginia...and they can't do business until they do. At this point, Carmelo and I feel that it's far past being ridiculous. Since we're basically broke as well as homeless, we've been waiting for the closing before moving on to stay with my sister, Michele, in Damascus (near Portland). The bright spot for me is that it gives me more time with my parents in Heppner. Still, the delay is frustrating! Our last word from our realtor is that closing &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; happen today. Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SP3bX_e1gKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nsbGAcfQEE4/s1600-h/October08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259601145062850722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SP3bX_e1gKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nsbGAcfQEE4/s320/October08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo and Moira are kicking back in Grandpa and Grandma Miles' living room. It's a nice time of rest after being on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SP3bYktt6UI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Q98uyETkKB0/s1600-h/October08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259601155057379650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SP3bYktt6UI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Q98uyETkKB0/s320/October08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I think I mentioned before, Shadow has come out from under the bed and out of her shell. She seems to want to rule the roost, alternately flirting and fighting with my parents' cats. She certainly loves stealing their canned at food, which she rarely gets from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-5671121700417695729?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5671121700417695729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5671121700417695729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5671121700417695729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5671121700417695729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/closing-maybe-today.html' title='Closing? Maybe Today?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SP3bX_e1gKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nsbGAcfQEE4/s72-c/October08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7974481455943266455</id><published>2008-10-13T22:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:32:03.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And...More Pics from the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_MEHbtqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mumUY6jAM1g/s1600-h/Moving+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_L51Sh1I/AAAAAAAAAos/XXNgR2LCTu0/s1600-h/Moving+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825770039478098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_L51Sh1I/AAAAAAAAAos/XXNgR2LCTu0/s320/Moving+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira enjoyed having her own bed in Lexington, Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_MEHbtqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mumUY6jAM1g/s1600-h/Moving+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825772799932066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_MEHbtqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mumUY6jAM1g/s320/Moving+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we were in Evanston, she took no prisoners as she grabbed Daddy's face and went for his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQArWsrvhI/AAAAAAAAAps/Iq5imbSzgZI/s1600-h/Moving+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256827409875582482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQArWsrvhI/AAAAAAAAAps/Iq5imbSzgZI/s320/Moving+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cat finally came out from under Andrea's seat, but she still wasn't impressed with the accomodations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_MS6NntI/AAAAAAAAAo8/DuKnE-ve8oY/s1600-h/Moving+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825776771014354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_MS6NntI/AAAAAAAAAo8/DuKnE-ve8oY/s320/Moving+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo took on diaper duty at a Flying J in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_Mr0xqGI/AAAAAAAAApE/gVeau7oLWGQ/s1600-h/Moving+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825783459096674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_Mr0xqGI/AAAAAAAAApE/gVeau7oLWGQ/s320/Moving+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Utah had some pretty scenery!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_M7_9g5I/AAAAAAAAApM/opNKXfLTUzg/s1600-h/Moving+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825787800978322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_M7_9g5I/AAAAAAAAApM/opNKXfLTUzg/s320/Moving+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo led the way across southern Idaho as the snow clouds started moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQAqiSftRI/AAAAAAAAApU/O0NAnz9vSKA/s1600-h/Moving+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256827395807098130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQAqiSftRI/AAAAAAAAApU/O0NAnz9vSKA/s320/Moving+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are Flying Js in every state, so we could always count on a place to stop for a meal and a cup of coffee...like this one we stopped at in Idaho.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQArMEqwbI/AAAAAAAAApk/TMKPA1ItAVg/s1600-h/Moving+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256827407023391154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQArMEqwbI/AAAAAAAAApk/TMKPA1ItAVg/s320/Moving+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira wasn't impressed with her first experience with snow when we stopped at this rest stop just before Boise. Fortunately for our progress, the snow was wet, and didn't accumulate on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQAr5-XclI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nVwKUdQJxjk/s1600-h/Moving+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256827419344990802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPQAr5-XclI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nVwKUdQJxjk/s320/Moving+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful clear day as we came down Cabbage Hill and into Pendleton, OR, about an hour from Heppner. Those black specks are hot air balloons in the air over the Wild Horse Casino and Resort outside of Pendleton.&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-7974481455943266455?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7974481455943266455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7974481455943266455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7974481455943266455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7974481455943266455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/andmore-pics-from-road.html' title='And...More Pics from the Road'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP_L51Sh1I/AAAAAAAAAos/XXNgR2LCTu0/s72-c/Moving+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7527019677620385200</id><published>2008-10-13T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:59:28.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here!</title><content type='html'>We're in Oregon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't mean to drop off the face of the planet, but things have been crazy since we arrived. After spending the night in Evanston, we drove through northeastern Utah and southern Idaho. We hit snow between Twin Falls and Boise, and then hit Boise at rush hour Friday night. That slowed us down enough that, though we made it across the Oregon line before nightfall, we had to stop for the night in Baker City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Super 8 in Baker was out of regular rooms, so they gave us a deal on a room with a jacuzzi. All three of us enjoyed that, but it was especially fun for Moira. She was a little freaked when we first brought her in with us, but soon she was splashing around as if she'd been doing it all five months of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Moira got us up before dawn, so it was an easy matter to drive the last few hours and make it to my parents' house before 10 am. That evening we attended my nephew, Carson's, birthday party. The next day we relaxed and hung around the house while my parents went to church. Sunday was a great day for me, as I took two three hour naps and still managed to go to bed early and sleep. I guess the trip took even more out of me than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Pasco, WA and returned the Penske truck and hitch. Since my parents had other errands to run, that was almost a full day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we were worried about the cat's reaction to a strange house and strange cats. Apparently, we needn't have worried! Shadow has been busy exploring the house and stalking the other cats. It's a change in personality we never expected to see; I guess Oregon agrees with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. To end this post, here are some more pictures we took during our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61BnBVwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/J3prmwX_OBk/s1600-h/Moving+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256820978943612674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61BnBVwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/J3prmwX_OBk/s320/Moving+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A brief stop to make sure Moira gets enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61XbbhhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/HTKSRKbo6MQ/s1600-h/Moving+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256820984800577042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61XbbhhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/HTKSRKbo6MQ/s320/Moving+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped at this BP station in Nebraska. It was in the middle of nowhere between Lincoln and Grand Island. While filling up, Carmelo met a man who spoke several languages and was a teacher at a local college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61tqYZpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qPO5xcW46SY/s1600-h/Moving+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256820990768866962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61tqYZpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qPO5xcW46SY/s320/Moving+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nebraska landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61uP_lPI/AAAAAAAAAok/uJ-KGkZpzSs/s1600-h/Moving+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256820990926623986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61uP_lPI/AAAAAAAAAok/uJ-KGkZpzSs/s320/Moving+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo and Moira at a filling station in Nebraska.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-7527019677620385200?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7527019677620385200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7527019677620385200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7527019677620385200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7527019677620385200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re Here!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SPP61BnBVwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/J3prmwX_OBk/s72-c/Moving+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3450469846941370138</id><published>2008-10-10T00:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:55:29.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Wyoming</title><content type='html'>Today we pushed through and made it further than we ever thought we would, all the way from Lexington, NE to Evanston, WY. Here, we're just a stone's throw from Utah, and probably only one more day away from my parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually didn't push through on purpose. We missed our chance to exit for Rock Springs/Green River. After that there was only one expensive motel between us and Evanston, so here we are in the Comfort Inn at Exit 3. It ended up being pretty late when we pulled in...9:30 (which feels like 11:30 for us!). That's why I'm ending this post now so I can go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first some more pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e7_mHuEI/AAAAAAAAAns/Gh8hLAClQlE/s1600-h/Moving+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255382937452918850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e7_mHuEI/AAAAAAAAAns/Gh8hLAClQlE/s320/Moving+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped to change a diaper and have dinner at a Flying J somewhere in Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e7_4qRxI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IFvJEg6tqa4/s1600-h/Moving+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255382937530681106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e7_4qRxI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IFvJEg6tqa4/s320/Moving+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I let the cat out of her crate, and she finally ventured out, only to end up hiding under my seat all day. She still doesn't look happy about the car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e8XVKrQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NPOpL6kYySY/s1600-h/Moving+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255382943824260354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e8XVKrQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NPOpL6kYySY/s320/Moving+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira had a bath in the motel in Boonesville. She loved splashing in that tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e8QszglI/AAAAAAAAAoE/4G2hkw6WP3M/s1600-h/Moving+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255382942044357202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e8QszglI/AAAAAAAAAoE/4G2hkw6WP3M/s320/Moving+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Can I go back in the bath?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-3450469846941370138?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3450469846941370138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3450469846941370138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3450469846941370138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3450469846941370138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-from-wyoming.html' title='Hello from Wyoming'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO7e7_mHuEI/AAAAAAAAAns/Gh8hLAClQlE/s72-c/Moving+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-969725540181549835</id><published>2008-10-09T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:50:45.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still More Pictures from the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39X5a0qtI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Oo1swyawhUQ/s1600-h/Moving+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255134927203379922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39X5a0qtI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Oo1swyawhUQ/s320/Moving+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39YPjlO3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/cByfd22KsCY/s1600-h/Moving+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255134933145697138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39YPjlO3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/cByfd22KsCY/s320/Moving+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now in Evansville, IN, waiting for the alternator to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39YEhkBAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5uxZ6DKFwt8/s1600-h/Moving+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255134930184438786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39YEhkBAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5uxZ6DKFwt8/s320/Moving+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Evansville is here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39YRG_aLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/wYIU0kn-qn4/s1600-h/Moving+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255134933562648754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39YRG_aLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/wYIU0kn-qn4/s320/Moving+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The St. Louis Arch. Now we're getting somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39Yl2wm3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/WK9gFks1cpk/s1600-h/Moving+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255134939131714418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39Yl2wm3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/WK9gFks1cpk/s320/Moving+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being on the road wasn't the time to get this picture, but I did it anyway...and almost missed the exit for I-70! &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/3228083877661034419-969725540181549835?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/969725540181549835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=969725540181549835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/969725540181549835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/969725540181549835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-more-pictures-from-road.html' title='Still More Pictures from the Road'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO39X5a0qtI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Oo1swyawhUQ/s72-c/Moving+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1682843147666438619</id><published>2008-10-09T08:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:41:43.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures from the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37P5f0MiI/AAAAAAAAAmc/fBW3KaeVyAU/s1600-h/Moving+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255132590762111522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37P5f0MiI/AAAAAAAAAmc/fBW3KaeVyAU/s320/Moving+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading toward West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37P2dxYVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1E-lIlKrxek/s1600-h/Moving+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255132589948232018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37P2dxYVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1E-lIlKrxek/s320/Moving+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There it is...we're out of Virginia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37QJ2q-LI/AAAAAAAAAms/tCrSLaATslM/s1600-h/Moving+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255132595152943282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37QJ2q-LI/AAAAAAAAAms/tCrSLaATslM/s320/Moving+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Beckley, Moira seems to enjoy her first experience in a motel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37QHwPW_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/LydbFQ_zSBY/s1600-h/Moving+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255132594589096946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37QHwPW_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/LydbFQ_zSBY/s320/Moving+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm so hungry, I could eat my toes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37QXGX8kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/M9MN9CUtRqs/s1600-h/Moving+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255132598708466242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37QXGX8kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/M9MN9CUtRqs/s320/Moving+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally in Kentucky, we take a break to feed Moira and change her diaper. She needed both!&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/3228083877661034419-1682843147666438619?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1682843147666438619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1682843147666438619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1682843147666438619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1682843147666438619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-pictures-from-road.html' title='More Pictures from the Road'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SO37P5f0MiI/AAAAAAAAAmc/fBW3KaeVyAU/s72-c/Moving+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3443107254917231169</id><published>2008-10-08T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:07:47.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cornhusker State</title><content type='html'>Yes, our trip across the US will finally come to an end...I think.  In the meantime, we started this morning from Missouri and entered Nebraska late morning. Instead of going around Omaha, we planned on going through Lincoln where my cousin Lisa and her family live. Unfortunately scheduling conflicts prevented us from meeting up. However, we did find my cousin's house and met her son TJ. He must have thought we were taking crazy pills because he arrived home and found three delirious, tired travelers (who obviously needed showers) standing on the front porch looking for his mom. From there we proceeded on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how big Nebraska is. I thoroughly enjoyed having the window of the moving truck down as I was driving across the long highway and listening to Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity this afternoon as I got to see some of the most beautiful part of the country. We spent the rest of the day driving, refueling, driving, refueling,and driving some more only to end up at a manure smelling Super 8 Motel outside Lexington NE. I should not have been surprised to find the biggest selection of beef jerky I've ever seen at a nearby convenient store. So here we are about to turn in to get as much rest as possible before the baby cries and the sun rises...See you tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-3443107254917231169?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3443107254917231169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3443107254917231169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3443107254917231169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3443107254917231169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/cornhusker-state.html' title='The Cornhusker State'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-9112571526910019486</id><published>2008-10-08T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:35:42.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Road</title><content type='html'>Time to catch you up with our pictures from the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoTtmuPeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/36OpsS430rk/s1600-h/Moving+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254759921847516642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoTtmuPeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/36OpsS430rk/s320/Moving+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our monster Penske truck...they didn't have the 22' size we wanted, so Carmelo is driving a 26' truck and towing the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoT0APunI/AAAAAAAAAl8/M2c0QTNs5iA/s1600-h/Moving+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254759923565181554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoT0APunI/AAAAAAAAAl8/M2c0QTNs5iA/s320/Moving+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First stop: lunch while still in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoUCmIqwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uuz-dD6wmD4/s1600-h/Moving+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254759927482198786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoUCmIqwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uuz-dD6wmD4/s320/Moving+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moira the navigator: "I think we should take I-70..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoUAA4YWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7_tDpeW16gY/s1600-h/Moving+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254759926789071202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoUAA4YWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7_tDpeW16gY/s320/Moving+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shadow is anything but happy with this road trip. It took two days for her to be comfortable enough to come out of her crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoUYRxjaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/TlzxN5jWJOU/s1600-h/Moving+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254759933302377890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoUYRxjaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/TlzxN5jWJOU/s320/Moving+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrea leads the way through Virginia.&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/3228083877661034419-9112571526910019486?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9112571526910019486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=9112571526910019486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/9112571526910019486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/9112571526910019486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-from-road.html' title='Pictures from the Road'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SOyoTtmuPeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/36OpsS430rk/s72-c/Moving+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7015461323410219308</id><published>2008-10-07T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:42:22.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show Me State</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty long day! It started like the last couple of days where we had our breakfast, jumped in our vehicles and started on the road. Unfortunately, before we actually got on the road, the moving truck's panel indicator let me know there was a transmission problem. So after a few hours we found out that the alternator was bad. Before long we were on the way to the crazy St. Louis, MO traffic. We were very grateful to get out safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About dinner time we were glad to end up at The Flying J, a truck stop that has been like a second home to us while on the road. We finally decided to stop for the evening after the cat decided she wanted attention. Andrea will tell you it's a little hard to drive at night when the cat jumps on your lap and then runs across the head rest. So after finally finding a parking spot for the circus wagons I'm driving, we are now settled down for a much needed rest in Missouri. See you tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-7015461323410219308?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7015461323410219308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7015461323410219308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7015461323410219308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7015461323410219308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/show-me-state.html' title='The Show Me State'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7823512584758804544</id><published>2008-10-06T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:50:51.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Hoosier State</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm writing tonight from near Evansville, Indiana. Day two, and this is as far as we've gotten. At least we're in another time zone...at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving through West Virginia was murder in terms of gas, time and tolls.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was leading the way in the Subaru, with Carmelo following in the truck. With the big truck pulling the Mustang, it was hard going on the hills. There were times we slowed to 30 MPH uphill, with our hazard lights flashing away. I guess we made pretty good time, considering. The West Virginia Turnpike hit us with not one, but two tolls. WV is beautiful, especially this time of year, but I was glad to get through. Kentucky was easier going, except for some hairy moments in Louisville. Once we got to Indiana, the roads were wide open, with little traffic. Our last fuel stop was outside of Santa Claus, IN. I mention that only because I think the name is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned through trial and error exactly where the truck and trailer will fit. Tonight, I came into the motel parking lot to scope it out before giving the green light to Carmelo. Yes, it's that difficult. (There were some bad moments in small gas stations yesterday before we got it figured out. One involved a man from White Sulphur Springs, WV helping Carmelo back up and directing traffic around him. Not pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an understatement to say that Moira is tired of her car seat. She doesn't seem to mind the motel rooms, though. Right now, she's fast asleep in our king bed. I think she likes getting to sleep with Mommy and Daddy instead of in her bassinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I'm tired, so I'm going to wrap this up. Maybe I can persuade Carmelo to add a little more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-7823512584758804544?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7823512584758804544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7823512584758804544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7823512584758804544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7823512584758804544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-hoosier-state.html' title='In the Hoosier State'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3899508717951291960</id><published>2008-10-06T07:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:39:14.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road</title><content type='html'>Hello from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beckley&lt;/span&gt;, WV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for more than a quick update, but since this motel has wireless, I thought I'd let you all know we are on the road and have safely made it this far. Closing is still delayed until at least tomorrow, but we borrowed gas money from my parents and gave our lawyer power of attorney to sign for us. We're on the road! Travelling is tough on the baby, which is one reason we've only made it this far, but she's recovered well. Right now she on the motel bed, eating her toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh, we're getting a late start again. Gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-3899508717951291960?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3899508717951291960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3899508717951291960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3899508717951291960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3899508717951291960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-road.html' title='On the Road'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-7748204637891854980</id><published>2008-10-01T17:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:51:54.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delay in Closing</title><content type='html'>Well, it's October 1, and we're not exactly where we thought we would be. Closing was supposed to take place yesterday, so we got our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Penske&lt;/span&gt; truck Monday. We almost had our condo cleared out when we got a call from our realtor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Wall Street mishaps that have taken place recently, especially Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, the buyer's lender is requiring three comparable prices before closing. Susan, our realtor, assures us it will be easy, but it means a delay as the assessor finds the three prices. Our original plan had been to be on the road to Oregon first thing tomorrow, but right now we're sitting on our hands waiting for closing instead. We also have a 26' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Penske&lt;/span&gt; truck sitting in our driveway, with the clock ticking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we had arranged to have our utilities shut off when we expected to be out of our place. We managed to catch the water and have it turned back on, but the electricity has been off since yesterday. Because of that, we've been staying with our friends, Eric and Christa, since last night. Ironically, they're having trouble with their plumbing, so their water is shut off. So, our house has water but no power, and Eric and Christa have power but no water...things this week just haven't been easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the news for now. We hope to have better news soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-7748204637891854980?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7748204637891854980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=7748204637891854980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7748204637891854980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/7748204637891854980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/delay-in-closing.html' title='Delay in Closing'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-6668822986103554556</id><published>2008-09-27T21:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:42:33.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Working Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7f8RlbgUI/AAAAAAAAAls/JPBbKksaP8s/s1600-h/Sept08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880442166116674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7f8RlbgUI/AAAAAAAAAls/JPBbKksaP8s/s320/Sept08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7f2JubIhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CT4xRR-8MBI/s1600-h/Sept08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880336977142290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7f2JubIhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CT4xRR-8MBI/s320/Sept08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fo7nkzjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/b7nVyq9kRoI/s1600-h/Sept08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880109852020274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fo7nkzjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/b7nVyq9kRoI/s320/Sept08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fupLo8WI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TsJN5_erA74/s1600-h/Sept08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250880207982227810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fupLo8WI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TsJN5_erA74/s320/Sept08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fZ4VQOGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/N1gaVJt3k9o/s1600-h/Sept08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250879851271829602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fZ4VQOGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/N1gaVJt3k9o/s320/Sept08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to see the Chesapeake Bay and fishing pier, now check out the people who make the LFH one of the best seafood restaurants in Virginia Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-6668822986103554556?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6668822986103554556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=6668822986103554556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6668822986103554556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/6668822986103554556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-working-day.html' title='Another Working Day'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7f8RlbgUI/AAAAAAAAAls/JPBbKksaP8s/s72-c/Sept08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-5204735684024182923</id><published>2008-09-27T21:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:34:38.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynhaven Fish House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fFMQhv4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/gZ6nOBcGrVU/s1600-h/Sept08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250879495843463042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fFMQhv4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/gZ6nOBcGrVU/s320/Sept08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7e4IwHd2I/AAAAAAAAAks/elqqdHVylwI/s1600-h/Sept08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250879271563917154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7e4IwHd2I/AAAAAAAAAks/elqqdHVylwI/s320/Sept08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7evr8tgYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ENTYclFLthQ/s1600-h/Sept08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250879126393160066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7evr8tgYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ENTYclFLthQ/s320/Sept08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in early July, I was fortunate enough to get a serving job at Lynhaven Fish House. I already knew it was a great restaurant because a few years ago I took Andrea there for dinner. Because I had previous experience I got the job easily. I am proud to say that this was my last job in Virginia Beach before we left the area. What I liked so much about LFH was the incredible, food, the beautiful location off the Chesapeake Bay, but mostly the friendships I made. I cannot fully put into words the appreciation I have for Chris Kyrus, the owner, for giving the job that saved us financially, the management team, and certainly the kitchen and other wait staff. I feel really blessed to have one of the best summers in my 18 years in Virginia Beach. Check out some of these pictures...&lt;/div&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/3228083877661034419-5204735684024182923?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5204735684024182923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=5204735684024182923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5204735684024182923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/5204735684024182923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/lynhaven-fish-house.html' title='Lynhaven Fish House'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN7fFMQhv4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/gZ6nOBcGrVU/s72-c/Sept08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-2763308491813872060</id><published>2008-09-27T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:10:39.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Rid of the Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4gt_4NPQI/AAAAAAAAAjk/wbQIA2mcMWU/s1600-h/Sept08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250670190173961474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4gt_4NPQI/AAAAAAAAAjk/wbQIA2mcMWU/s320/Sept08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some furniture to get rid of before the move. Most of it went to the Salvation Army, but they wouldn't take the couch because of torn upholstery. We're not allowed to put furniture curbside for trash collection, so I took things into my own hands. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4guFcL8rI/AAAAAAAAAjs/-h7dr97Ey_A/s1600-h/Sept08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250670191667049138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4guFcL8rI/AAAAAAAAAjs/-h7dr97Ey_A/s320/Sept08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira was fascinated by the sight of Mommy tearing apart the couch using only a hammer. I did have to watch to make sure she didn't roll close enough to eat the stuffing. I know it looked good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4guIn6lZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cfsrxQ89Ho0/s1600-h/Sept08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250670192521549202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4guIn6lZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cfsrxQ89Ho0/s320/Sept08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4guT_bbJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/w-TAUCe_WI4/s1600-h/Sept08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250670195572960402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4guT_bbJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/w-TAUCe_WI4/s320/Sept08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmelo came home from work and was shocked to find that this was all that was left of the couch. He was nice enough to take over demolition at this point. I think we both found it therapeutic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-2763308491813872060?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2763308491813872060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=2763308491813872060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2763308491813872060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/2763308491813872060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-rid-of-couch.html' title='Getting Rid of the Couch'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/SN4gt_4NPQI/AAAAAAAAAjk/wbQIA2mcMWU/s72-c/Sept08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1278638903112735661</id><published>2008-09-19T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:58:24.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days Till Closing</title><content type='html'>Ten days till closing, and things are really moving. The termite inspection is done and... no termites. I'm pretty sure we would have noticed! We had a brief scare when research into our title found a lien against the property. It turned out to be a simple case of paperwork that hadn't been filed after a traffic court hearing in 2001. The paperwork is now filed and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, I have a cold. There's never a good time to be sick, but this does seem to be an especially bad time. With the sniffles and sore throat, I have very interest in planning and packing. Fortunately, Carmelo had yesterday off, so I was able to get a lot more rest than I would have otherwise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Between&lt;/span&gt; that and massive quantities of Vitamin C and Zinc, I hope to be myself within a day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to announce we've successfully completed the first stage of Operation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Travelin&lt;/span&gt;' Cat. For those who don't know what that is, we've been trying to make the transition as smooth as possible for Shadow. We put her cat carrier (which she hasn't seen since she was a kitten) in the bedroom and baited it with treats in an effort to get her comfortable with it. Today, I saw her curled up inside it, taking a nap. So, Stage I, complete! I don't think we'll have time enough, though, for Stage II: Car Acclimation. Shadow may get a cold turkey intro to life as a traveling cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Carmelo has a phone interview with Lacrosse Footwear this evening. It sounds promising. There's quite a bit riding on this interview, but we have high hopes for the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-1278638903112735661?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1278638903112735661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1278638903112735661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1278638903112735661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1278638903112735661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-days-till-closing.html' title='10 Days Till Closing'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-3267666287017647370</id><published>2008-09-11T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:57:54.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Closing</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our home inspection on Tuesday. It took two hours! The buyer only asked for one minor repair, though, so we can live with how long it took. The assessment was today. The last step, the termite inspection, is on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Then we just wait to sign the papers on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Meanwhile, we're looking at rental trucks, packing boxes, and taking care of any and all loose ends. We're sure to forget something, but we're doing our best. It's been a while since either Carmelo or I moved from state to state. For Moira, of course, this is a first-time adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-3267666287017647370?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3267666287017647370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=3267666287017647370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3267666287017647370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/3267666287017647370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-in-closing.html' title='Still in Closing'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-1850646954122183580</id><published>2008-09-06T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:07:55.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Storm Hannah and Moving Updates</title><content type='html'>Thursday, Carmelo and I moved everything out of our attic space and into our storage compartment. There was some precarious climbing involved on my part, but it was kind of fun, and its a relief to know that there are no boxes hiding to surprise us later. Now the major task is to pack up what's in the house right now. It shouldn't be too bad, however; we've been living with the bare bones for a couple of months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home inspection was supposed to take place today, but that's been put off until Tuesday thanks to T.S. Hannah. (Those of you who have lived in VB know that things get called off even for a drizzle, so that was no surprise.) Fortunately for us, that was the only inconvenience we suffered. Hannah is now to the north of us, and the only effects we felt were some heavy rain and a few strong wind gusts...not enough to do any damage in our neighborhood. The only flooding we experienced was in Moira's diaper, but Carmelo managed to deal with that before the levee broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo took this video from our porch. The storm got a little worse than this, but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a88ec078284554e4" 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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da88ec078284554e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329948210%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8F7D79B07BC1B24EB03C92329A20BE5716360BC.365B74218753B18B2D654BEB954502EB643E00B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da88ec078284554e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoM-AXgfKZahA-M7KX2TAGKyEXPw&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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da88ec078284554e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329948210%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8F7D79B07BC1B24EB03C92329A20BE5716360BC.365B74218753B18B2D654BEB954502EB643E00B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da88ec078284554e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoM-AXgfKZahA-M7KX2TAGKyEXPw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-1850646954122183580?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a88ec078284554e4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1850646954122183580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=1850646954122183580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1850646954122183580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/1850646954122183580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/tropical-storm-hannah-and-moving.html' title='Tropical Storm Hannah and Moving Updates'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228083877661034419.post-4684318174014262009</id><published>2008-09-04T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:59:31.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>With all the changes happening in our lives right now, we've decided Moira isn't the only one who needs a blog. So, welcome to our Di Salvo family blog, where we'll try to keep everyone updated on the sale of the house, the move, and other events as they come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, our condo is now under contract. Our closing date is September 30, and that's when we have to have the space vacated. It's an exciting time, but pretty scary at the same time. There's so much to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, our plan is to move to Arizona and stay with Aunt Rhody in Queen's Creek, AZ until we get settled. We'll see what happens, though...we've already discovered that sometimes God changes our plans at the last minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3228083877661034419-4684318174014262009?l=disalvofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4684318174014262009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228083877661034419&amp;postID=4684318174014262009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4684318174014262009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228083877661034419/posts/default/4684318174014262009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disalvofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnE-7DSHhlE/TEHQLCtk5gI/AAAAAAAAB7o/2dObPs5E-qU/S220/andrea_bio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
