<?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-3004938225144384784</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:14:01.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Jamie</title><subtitle type='html'>Instead of filling your inbox with various emails, you can just come here and kill time!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-2669784137985423597</id><published>2010-10-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:58:29.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Halloween Horse Show!</title><content type='html'>One Eyed Willy and I -  arrrrrgh!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422753412156386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44K-34i-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/jTbpm1EQLMI/s400/will+and+jamie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Superman and Supergirl!  (Mae and Push)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44cCIYGYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QU2DXUQ-NVM/s1600/Push.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534423046344415618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44cCIYGYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QU2DXUQ-NVM/s400/Push.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bambi, Flower, and Thumper!  (Ann, Kisses, and Baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44LF9F8mI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5DUbno58J5U/s1600/PA310700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422755313054306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44LF9F8mI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5DUbno58J5U/s400/PA310700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Texas Rodeo Queen (Joanna and Judge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44KSGzw1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/GlAtCUFQQCg/s1600/Joanna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422741395161938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44KSGzw1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/GlAtCUFQQCg/s400/Joanna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finially, the greatest horse ever to live!  DEMURE and Vanessa!   Cops and Robbers!  Seriously, that horse is SO patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44KLyOBcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/f-GNS8GP-hc/s1600/Demure.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422739698189762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44KLyOBcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/f-GNS8GP-hc/s400/Demure.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel and Jamie on Chili and Will.  The Native American Princess and the Pirate!  Arrrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44J8_7hdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lPNJK-YJHDY/s1600/Will+and+Chili.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422735729165778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44J8_7hdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lPNJK-YJHDY/s400/Will+and+Chili.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3004938225144384784-2669784137985423597?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/2669784137985423597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/10/haunted-halloween-horse-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2669784137985423597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2669784137985423597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/10/haunted-halloween-horse-show.html' title='Haunted Halloween Horse Show!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TM44K-34i-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/jTbpm1EQLMI/s72-c/will+and+jamie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-6347560149628202348</id><published>2010-10-18T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:42:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Radio Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="window.open('http://www.horsesinthemorning.com/player.htm','_blank','height=500,width=300,toolbar=0,scrollbars=0,resizable=0'); return false;" href="http://www.horsesinthemorning.com/player.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.horsesinthemorning.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/HITMAffiliate175.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-6347560149628202348?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/6347560149628202348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-radio-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6347560149628202348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6347560149628202348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-radio-show.html' title='My new Radio Show!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-8953645331179292106</id><published>2010-09-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:31:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyover Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3gjLBQQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w29KknLjTIE/s1600/zenyatta+photos+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513944719866020098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3gjLBQQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w29KknLjTIE/s400/zenyatta+photos+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our wedding, Chad and I moved to a new home. It's a 3 acre farm west of Phoenix. We LOVE it. It really doesn't take me long to fill up a backyard with animals. So- here is a who's who of "Flyover Farm!" The above photo is what Chad gave me for my wedding present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3gFp7GNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MlDXG6cuvMU/s1600/zenyatta+photos+369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513944711942576338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3gFp7GNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MlDXG6cuvMU/s400/zenyatta+photos+369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3frtOKII/AAAAAAAAAlA/MULOpa9egqM/s1600/zenyatta+photos+372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513944704977086594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3frtOKII/AAAAAAAAAlA/MULOpa9egqM/s400/zenyatta+photos+372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the boys out in the field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3fPlq7YI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eTPq7sVIASQ/s1600/zenyatta+photos+371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513944697429224834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3fPlq7YI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eTPq7sVIASQ/s400/zenyatta+photos+371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jet and his designer fly mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3eeMQbZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/v1lRl3HGPAc/s1600/zenyatta+photos+370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513944684169293202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3eeMQbZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/v1lRl3HGPAc/s400/zenyatta+photos+370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here we have "The Happiest Basset, Riddy!" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1uovWKlI/AAAAAAAAAko/48REKq4oG1Q/s1600/zenyatta+photos+362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513942762855475794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1uovWKlI/AAAAAAAAAko/48REKq4oG1Q/s400/zenyatta+photos+362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Demure and his "mini-Demure" Maximus. I rode Demure and led Maximus down the street. They were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1uPkbNGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q_AmFrvpA_8/s1600/zenyatta+photos+357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513942756098782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1uPkbNGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q_AmFrvpA_8/s400/zenyatta+photos+357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is One eyed Will. He loves the camera, and thought it best to smile for it! (Will is very very old, so we don't make fun of his bad teeth. He saw the dentist about them a month ago... Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1t1D1EgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gr9q0hEP4qQ/s1600/zenyatta+photos+360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513942748982743554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1t1D1EgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gr9q0hEP4qQ/s400/zenyatta+photos+360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Chili Pepper. He belongs to a student of mine. We liked him so much we told them he could live with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1tbN2yfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EYX8eGPT9YY/s1600/zenyatta+photos+361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513942742045477362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1tbN2yfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EYX8eGPT9YY/s400/zenyatta+photos+361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is Maximus and Chad. The men of the farm! This shows you how tiny Maximus is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1s2eNSpI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2RCfZ-xVw3Q/s1600/zenyatta+photos+365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513942732181949074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV1s2eNSpI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2RCfZ-xVw3Q/s400/zenyatta+photos+365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brett and her ladies... The hens really do eat all of your bugs! Scorpions and crickets are their favorites.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzrFh0ABI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pS1EWtv_eWo/s1600/zenyatta+photos+368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513940502840606738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzrFh0ABI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pS1EWtv_eWo/s400/zenyatta+photos+368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Rose. She is a bit camera shy... and not the nicest one! She does lay an egg almost daily though!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzquYyNAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/K5NE-q1MPrk/s1600/zenyatta+photos+364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513940496628724738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzquYyNAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/K5NE-q1MPrk/s400/zenyatta+photos+364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Javier. Javy for short, and she loves me!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzqIPEeMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JJBFdJJOe1Y/s1600/zenyatta+photos+363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513940486387431618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzqIPEeMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JJBFdJJOe1Y/s400/zenyatta+photos+363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Tyrone. Don't ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzp6hi02I/AAAAAAAAAjo/oUFZsvHsRjE/s1600/zenyatta+photos+359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513940482706821986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzp6hi02I/AAAAAAAAAjo/oUFZsvHsRjE/s400/zenyatta+photos+359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here we have Panda! She is the oldest, and hasn't laid an egg yet! However, she is a big old lady and we love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzpRFcPWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/W7Y4aOLq16A/s1600/zenyatta+photos+358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513940471583096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIVzpRFcPWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/W7Y4aOLq16A/s400/zenyatta+photos+358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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/3004938225144384784-8953645331179292106?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/8953645331179292106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/09/flyover-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8953645331179292106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8953645331179292106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/09/flyover-farm.html' title='Flyover Farm'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/TIV3gjLBQQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w29KknLjTIE/s72-c/zenyatta+photos+212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-6547047200163881255</id><published>2010-08-22T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:28:03.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much has changed... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFaoeBsv5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AbmDIyyb-BQ/s1600/MMR_0472+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508283470552285074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFaoeBsv5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AbmDIyyb-BQ/s400/MMR_0472+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFamV0e3oI/AAAAAAAAAiw/reU4RAKGzBw/s1600/MMR_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508283433989627522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFamV0e3oI/AAAAAAAAAiw/reU4RAKGzBw/s400/MMR_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened since I last posted! After getting a verbal lashing from my sister-in-law, I do promise to be better at posting here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since family reads this, I will skip all of the details. You were there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508283442458986722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFam1XvCOI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6xskrkCqPHQ/s400/MMR_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My New Family! I couldn't be prouder to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508283450973577282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFanVFxYEI/AAAAAAAAAjA/lJqY_tCW3OM/s400/MMR_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chad's new family-whether he likes it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508283458438417906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFanw5hzfI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mF8zmRWM9A4/s400/MMR_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had an amazing time, and it was so perfect. Thanks to all of our friends and family for being a part of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next blog to come- Flyover Farm!&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/3004938225144384784-6547047200163881255?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/6547047200163881255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-has-changed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6547047200163881255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6547047200163881255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-has-changed.html' title='So much has changed... :)'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/THFaoeBsv5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AbmDIyyb-BQ/s72-c/MMR_0472+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5934578254064074982</id><published>2010-01-10T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:36:10.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/S0qLnoFKOCI/AAAAAAAAAio/S593Iw9C1G8/s1600-h/skate%27s+party+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425302214011402274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/S0qLnoFKOCI/AAAAAAAAAio/S593Iw9C1G8/s400/skate%27s+party+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was Chad's birthday, and we had a dinner party at our local neighborhood restaurant, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gratzie&lt;/span&gt;.  We then made our way home to play Wii into the wee hours.  More photos of that to come, but thanks to Monica.  She was kind enough to bring her new fancy camera and be our own personal paparazzi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to the Love of My Life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-5934578254064074982?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5934578254064074982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5934578254064074982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5934578254064074982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/S0qLnoFKOCI/AAAAAAAAAio/S593Iw9C1G8/s72-c/skate%27s+party+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-3875296044973981834</id><published>2010-01-01T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:48:02.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!! Wow. What an absolutely incredible year 2009 was. I got to see and do so many new and incredible things. I also got engaged to my best friend in the world. I am truly lucky and so very happy. Cheers to 2010 being even better, if that is possible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to catch you up, here are some of the more recent pictures. We sent out a christmas card this year, one of the most domestic things I have ever done. If you got it, you saw the pics of our two pups. The final result was a good photo, but for your entertainment, here are some of the ones leading up to it that just didn't make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6S260kXUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0OAfPMeaq70/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421932473600990530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6S260kXUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0OAfPMeaq70/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Brett even has her eyes closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6S2hUjNCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1QF0K_GIWOA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421932466755810338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6S2hUjNCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1QF0K_GIWOA/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the final one... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421935927764119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6V_-lO7lI/AAAAAAAAAig/VUYrbJXTSn0/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second year in a row, Chad got to do the fly-by for the Insite Bowl in Tempe. Here are some of the photos and hopefully I can figure out how to get the video up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421932495772888146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6S4NawrFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/H97QYkzBm_Q/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421932487004891522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6S3swTqYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2fqb7ICbV5I/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SFh78ZXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/60zAnjbZrMQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421931625107449202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SFh78ZXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/60zAnjbZrMQ/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't help it. I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SFPCeVFI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O9WDwP9v2Xw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421931620034565202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SFPCeVFI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O9WDwP9v2Xw/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SEnhCboI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UGSodocOWFE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421931609425342082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SEnhCboI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UGSodocOWFE/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421931635215514226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SGHl5OnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/OP0ZifAC1X0/s400/016.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;br /&gt;So, they call Chad's name, and he turns around to look at me. Well, I was looking up at the big screen to take his picture as they called his name. Here is the result... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421931629380678914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6SFx2wtQI/AAAAAAAAAho/e8gc3T1b7wg/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I couldn't be more proud of Chad and all of his accomplishments. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGxQizWud3I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGxQizWud3I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just found this online too. This is Chad's fly-by from the College World Series in Omaha! He is the guy in the middle left position. Enjoy, and Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTh28L_nRRo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTh28L_nRRo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-3875296044973981834?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/3875296044973981834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3875296044973981834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3875296044973981834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sz6S260kXUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0OAfPMeaq70/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-8478699134019529543</id><published>2009-12-11T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:31:25.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a dog...</title><content type='html'>that LOVES her Daddy!  Poor Chad and Hammer couldn't get any work on the bike done without stepping over Riddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414124492301315666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SyLVil1crlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/g10QFjQqTls/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SyLViLMXmFI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QbroW6cxKhg/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414124485149694034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SyLViLMXmFI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QbroW6cxKhg/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SyLVhrCgDoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cTO8dBH6YXE/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414124476518370946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SyLVhrCgDoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cTO8dBH6YXE/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414124495956031378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SyLVizczN5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/HT-ZyP5zgYY/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&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/3004938225144384784-8478699134019529543?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/8478699134019529543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-dog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8478699134019529543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8478699134019529543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-dog.html' title='This is a dog...'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SyLVil1crlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/g10QFjQqTls/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-4806699772202756916</id><published>2009-11-18T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:43:58.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Florida</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted anything in a month. Where did the time go?? I could sit here and make excuses for myself, but I won't. I will do what I usually do, and show pictures! I would like to say that the following photos all were taken from my brand new iPhone! (My amazing Fiance's birthday gift to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I went down to Florida to help my parents plan the wedding. I was just much better to go down there and see things for myself. I also got to hang out with my Mom, who I haven't seen since last Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQFztQT6EI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6NnEUcJ7M2I/s1600/mypup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405451838630914114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQFztQT6EI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6NnEUcJ7M2I/s400/mypup.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hansel (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt;) He slept with me every night. Good thing he is deaf. He can't hear himself snore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQFzRwEX0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/CW5NmIgzYFE/s1600/Hansel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405451831247920962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQFzRwEX0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/CW5NmIgzYFE/s400/Hansel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450092828820082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQEOFoqAnI/AAAAAAAAAfY/s8fxw_r0Cvg/s400/flower.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Just thought this was pretty, and wow, The iPhone takes great pictures!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405449863680119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQEAv_WUoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/at30_a48O7s/s400/fla.jpg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom's Yorkie, Madison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450085136897154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQENo-wlII/AAAAAAAAAfI/x-CM66jMG3s/s400/onthedock.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colleen came to visit me too! She moved from Atlanta to Lake City a few months ago. It was freezing the last morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQENwslZOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/d7z-qKkZCtE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450087208150242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQENwslZOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/d7z-qKkZCtE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405451830553630610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQFzPKiV5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/wGtB30CF7Pw/s400/thesite.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Some picture of our reception site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405451843094888690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQFz94mwPI/AAAAAAAAAgA/P9wWfPntKIo/s400/thesite2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; And now, for the grand finale, My Mother made me try on her wedding dress from 1975... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450095635896914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQEOQF6mlI/AAAAAAAAAfg/sVumLQH2Ruk/s400/momsdress2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQENec9OPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bahMCegM2UE/s1600/momsdress.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450082310764786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQENec9OPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bahMCegM2UE/s400/momsdress.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3004938225144384784-4806699772202756916?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/4806699772202756916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-trip-to-florida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/4806699772202756916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/4806699772202756916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-trip-to-florida.html' title='My Trip to Florida'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SwQFztQT6EI/AAAAAAAAAf4/6NnEUcJ7M2I/s72-c/mypup.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5605763175460545938</id><published>2009-10-19T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:43:06.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534258466712258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08U5yVasI/AAAAAAAAAew/rtP_TFvF6WU/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I competed in the Championship Division at the Grass Ridge Horse Trials in Sonoita, AZ. Demure and I qualified for it the last time we competed. I won't get in to all the details because they would bore you to death, but it was the winners from other horse trials competing against eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08UdUYjcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KaKpjYt9rqY/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534250824895938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08UdUYjcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KaKpjYt9rqY/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, my pony was a superstar! There were things neither one of us had seen on the course, and he just flew over all of them! That is what a truly brave horse does. We were really a "team" out there. I just pointed him at whatever obstacle was in our way, and he put all of his heart in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08T1ITGjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/JeF6iNwXQjE/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534240036788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08T1ITGjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/JeF6iNwXQjE/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We won! I get to keep the trophy for a year! My name will be engraved on it, and it will be passed on to others. Who knows, maybe Jet and I will win it next year! Demure is moving on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08Tf_KxgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ExdFNkvkZ0E/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534234361349634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08Tf_KxgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ExdFNkvkZ0E/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the big victory, we had to celebrate! Sonoita, AZ is very famous for it's wineries. What, you haven't heard of it? Um, well, me neither. We went to a winery "downtown" and never saw one grape. It was good though! From L-R is Lucy, me, Misa, and Anna. Thanks for coming! And yes, I was obnoxious enough to carry the trophy in to the tasting room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08Spi6euI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cJNk7BZFCK0/s1600-h/champion!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534219747326690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08Spi6euI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cJNk7BZFCK0/s400/champion!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3004938225144384784-5605763175460545938?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5605763175460545938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-big-weekend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5605763175460545938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5605763175460545938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-big-weekend.html' title='My Big Weekend!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/St08U5yVasI/AAAAAAAAAew/rtP_TFvF6WU/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1132867769272431659</id><published>2009-10-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:25:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News and Happy News.</title><content type='html'>When I moved to Arizona over one year ago, I was nervous about being here for so many reasons. Where would I work, what would I do, would things with Chad work, would I find any friends? Looking at things now, I never should have worried at all. I have a job, life is great, I am engaged to the greatest man on the planet, and I found in a very short time two of my best friends I will ever have.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390269653971543042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4VsQCKpAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/uDi_9J8N_3U/s400/P1010077.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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390269645676327890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4VrxIbs9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/PrVolYODKek/s400/417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390269626365283714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4VqpMUjYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/e7Viv1YCZvo/s400/701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The sad news is that one of them is leaving. Seeing that I am new to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;air force&lt;/span&gt; life, I am not used to people coming and going every few years. This coming Monday, Terri and Aaron (Ice) are moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. I know that isn't too far away in the grand scheme of things, but it isn't just down the road, either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will really miss our "Music Nights," where Aaron and I sang and played guitar. Guess Chad is going to have to keep practicing so I have someone to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390269640728931794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4Vres4bdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/S0VhVAKzLzw/s400/416.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Terri is one of the sweetest most giving people I have ever met. She instantly made me feel welcome to Arizona, and made me part of her family. We have had countless good times over the last year, and I am not quite sure how Arizona will feel without her in it. When we all met, we were "just girlfriends," and now, look what happened!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270796462575442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4WuwJQT1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/xcK3D_HPDto/s400/236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monica and I will still have each other, maybe for another year! I do know that I have made two lifelong friends. We will miss you Terri!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270791160293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4WucZF6TI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P6XG_YmjNi0/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390269614106489458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4Vp7hmMnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Qto6aP_g-1I/s400/447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that we have a new family member! Chad and I are adopting a horse from "Sheriff Joe's Tent City." "Jet," as we are calling him, was confiscated from his previous owners almost two years ago. He came to the place emaciated after being tied to a tree outside an abandoned home. He was found, brought to the jail, and has been rehabbed by the police officers in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maricopa&lt;/span&gt; County jail. I found him because at the Clinic we do all of the vet work for the jail. He is a big sweet boy, and Chad is excited to have his own horse! (Of course, he will most likely only stay with us for a few months while I train him, and then find him a home!) We go pick him up on Saturday morning.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270806364867266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4WvVCJSsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/U3olli6R9tg/s400/040+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270821246080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4WwMeGlZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yGtnz5uthy0/s400/038+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270827596119010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4WwkIEe-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/qwBSliC_oqE/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jet is an 8 year old Thoroughbred gelding, and after doing the research on him, I found out a few interesting things! He raced 21 times, won 6 races, and earned over 25thousand dollars. He is also the son of 1992 Kentucky Derby winner, Lil E Tee. The son of a derby winner, living in Tent City, being taken care of by inmates of the prison... How does that happen? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, he will have the taste of grass, love and freedom, beginning Saturday morning. Probably an apple too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-1132867769272431659?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1132867769272431659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-news-and-happy-news.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1132867769272431659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1132867769272431659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-news-and-happy-news.html' title='Sad News and Happy News.'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Ss4VsQCKpAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/uDi_9J8N_3U/s72-c/P1010077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-3959035591205823885</id><published>2009-09-23T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:53:57.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384808467075631122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SrquxVePCBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HugFaGOD3hQ/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384808459473491794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Srquw5Jvl1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/VQ6KJdYxBLY/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sunday, Chad and I hit the links on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;golf course&lt;/span&gt; in our neighborhood. My game was not that impressive, so I ended up just taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I love certain parts of Golf.  I love driving the cart, being outside, walking barefoot in the grass, and getting dressed for the game!  When else do I get to don the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preppy&lt;/span&gt; attire?! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;khaki's&lt;/span&gt;, a collared shirt and white shoes)  What I really don't care for is playing the actual game. &lt;br /&gt;Since we went out nearing sunset, there was so much wildlife on the course!  We saw bunnies, coyotes, roadrunners, quail, ground squirrels, and even a deer! This is in the middle of the desert... Strange to see a buck there...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384808487135494818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SrquygM4QqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3m3Uc5GuvQU/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384809701788159746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Srqv5NIpDwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bFaWR9zlGhE/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So last night, Chad's Giants were in town playing the Diamondbacks. Since I went to see the team in Spring Training, and watch the game almost every night, (Braves are east coast so I hardly ever see them... :( ) I have chosen a favorite player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Sandoval! He is the giants third baseman, and he is just awesome! His nickname on the team in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Panda."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384809677151415922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Srqv3xWyLnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oL-3K8bUfTs/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384809720917001250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Srqv6UZUBCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1BzmWJAiuMM/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Turns out that my Boss, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kloppe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, was at the game too. He came down and joined us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384809689652514914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Srqv4f7R0GI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6vGerg8YbRQ/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384809712549951906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Srqv51Oc-aI/AAAAAAAAAco/oTKLIpQ-shA/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Manager of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dbacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Chad played against him in college. Now he is the manager... That officially makes you feel old!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384808496102309250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SrquzBmu_YI/AAAAAAAAAcI/49oJf0vgED0/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The final photo is what we wore for the game. Chad loved my jersey, and I am sure his Dad will too! I am pretty sure we made it on TV for the Giants broadcast.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384811546213695410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SrqxkkJ9P7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/WFM9k_OP1yA/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-3959035591205823885?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/3959035591205823885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sporty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3959035591205823885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3959035591205823885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sporty.html' title='Sporty!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SrquxVePCBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HugFaGOD3hQ/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-785155507987783699</id><published>2009-09-14T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:22.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this picture!</title><content type='html'>So, one of Chad's students took this pic and emailed it to us. I loved it so much, I thought I should include it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of makes me proud... :) Sniff sniff....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381565849996806338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sq8poLhuyMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VnBQtOYQXt8/s400/bestpictureofchad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-785155507987783699?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/785155507987783699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-this-picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/785155507987783699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/785155507987783699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I love this picture!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sq8poLhuyMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VnBQtOYQXt8/s72-c/bestpictureofchad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-357224623786095452</id><published>2009-09-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:40:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He will bring them death, and they will love him for it." - Gladiator</title><content type='html'>If you have never seen this, it is almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;. Chad and I were on the city bus, to head out towards the ancient part of the city of Rome. There you are, dodging in and out of traffic on a busy city street, and the WHAM! There it is! One second you are on the city street, and the next you stumble on the ancient ruins of what was an &lt;strong&gt;empire&lt;/strong&gt;. It took my breath away, and, not surprisingly, brought me to tears. (Yep, they call me "Shem" for a reason.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379552150597754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgCLcsRXhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FtWieXf4JaM/s400/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqhQoKO24pI/AAAAAAAAAbY/j5EPhMNd0O0/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379638405765718674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqhQoKO24pI/AAAAAAAAAbY/j5EPhMNd0O0/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ruins that sit just outside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colosseum&lt;/span&gt;. Look how HUGE they are compared to the guy walking by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqhQnpRcw8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Vh-7C5Nbh4Y/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379638396918219714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqhQnpRcw8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Vh-7C5Nbh4Y/s400/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't take any tours, save one. We did take a guided one here.  It was so amazing to walk around something that was constructed a few thousand years ago, when the world was a completely different place. "Human rights" was a phrase that had NEVER been uttered or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt;. Death was a sport, and people loved it. It was a very frightening place, then and now, but amazing, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgESuuY_lI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_3Sa8IOWuIE/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379554474720820818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgESuuY_lI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_3Sa8IOWuIE/s400/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see where the floor rotted out, and the tunnels underneath. This is where the slaves and animals were held before the "sport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgERxGWhVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NxNMv-wyROU/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379554458178323794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgERxGWhVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NxNMv-wyROU/s400/099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colosseum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgERGdJl5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/k0QQjQVdiJ0/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379554446731220882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgERGdJl5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/k0QQjQVdiJ0/s400/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgEQsIbhgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dTN1jmKJO_c/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379554439664993794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgEQsIbhgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dTN1jmKJO_c/s400/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgEPo-iBLI/AAAAAAAAAao/w3qBTO8RaN4/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379554421638300850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgEPo-iBLI/AAAAAAAAAao/w3qBTO8RaN4/s400/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was on the ground, just a random piece of "column" from a few thousand years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgDBUNA8NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RIY7QY7xIPY/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553076032106706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgDBUNA8NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RIY7QY7xIPY/s400/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have pics of us kissing from every place we have been, so I thought this should be no different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgDAtI2NvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VfsCvfhx5ck/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553065545643762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgDAtI2NvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VfsCvfhx5ck/s400/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where the Emperor sat and watched the "show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgC_9L_UOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cqvAgRwKlb0/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553052673921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgC_9L_UOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cqvAgRwKlb0/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took the one below... Dang, I am good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgC-3ETsPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L_K9x-pzQQs/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553033851220210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgC-3ETsPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L_K9x-pzQQs/s400/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up next, my favorite Roman sight, The Pantheon!&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/3004938225144384784-357224623786095452?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/357224623786095452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-will-bring-them-death-and-they-will.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/357224623786095452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/357224623786095452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-will-bring-them-death-and-they-will.html' title='&quot;He will bring them death, and they will love him for it.&quot; - Gladiator'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqgCLcsRXhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FtWieXf4JaM/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1919782007266838992</id><published>2009-09-03T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:15:25.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris!</title><content type='html'>So, day two of our European Vacation started with a very long plane ride to Paris, France! Doesn't Chad look excited!?!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCsjV0dJdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ro-Ioygipnw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377487678232929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCsjV0dJdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ro-Ioygipnw/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we landed in Paris, we took the train to the center of town. I had the bright idea of just walking through the city to find our hotel. Remember, we were carrying backpacks!&lt;br /&gt;Um, yea, it was A LOT farther than I though it would be! We had to stop at a cafe for a refreshment! Guess who had the beer, and who had the coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCsioA2Z3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/g_OIwel4-LE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377487665936885618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCsioA2Z3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/g_OIwel4-LE/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCsiIjKqbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1_ymQSpmI5s/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377487657490885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCsiIjKqbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1_ymQSpmI5s/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transportation over there is CRAZY! We loved this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCshn_bpeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hZiguzhb0G0/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377487648751068642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCshn_bpeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hZiguzhb0G0/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to love this building! So much of my life has been spent at Rolex-sponsored events, that I had to have a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCshIQE6uI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4pvUJYewZ4s/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377487640230947554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCshIQE6uI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4pvUJYewZ4s/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How artistic of me! This was such a surreal, cool place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrmw9R-vI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QQD3603n92I/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377486637545683698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrmw9R-vI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QQD3603n92I/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the mall area right outside the Louvre. Never got inside, as it was closed on Tuesdays. (Of course, the day we were there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrmM_mgwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/doWhPNh20e8/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377486627891741442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrmM_mgwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/doWhPNh20e8/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hail, Ceasar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrlsSWKnI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9AXFqc_6Lyc/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377486619111991922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrlsSWKnI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9AXFqc_6Lyc/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is NOT the one in Vegas! It's the REAL ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrlBhgnhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YsIQXc8gu-g/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377486607632866834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrlBhgnhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YsIQXc8gu-g/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we had to climb to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrkdPdtiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/1TF2hr2EHSw/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377486597893502498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCrkdPdtiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/1TF2hr2EHSw/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it was really cool. It would have been more romantic if it didn't have all of those damn tourists everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqSmbNa8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ajg-JcMkiWo/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377485191609412546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqSmbNa8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ajg-JcMkiWo/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another artsy view from the top of the Eiffel Tower. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqSHMS7wI/AAAAAAAAAYY/beOHjOUI1LA/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377485183225360130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqSHMS7wI/AAAAAAAAAYY/beOHjOUI1LA/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiance-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqRhHdVSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vQKw7kQCoRM/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377485173004522786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqRhHdVSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vQKw7kQCoRM/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the top of the tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqRCofAmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lqTLEsEtbsk/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377485164821545570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqRCofAmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lqTLEsEtbsk/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all of that walking and smooching, we needed food and drink! Again, guess who had the beer, and guess who had the wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqQnyMoeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oEujhqHUPcQ/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377485157614526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCqQnyMoeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oEujhqHUPcQ/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a guided boat ride on the Seine river at midnight. I loved it! Chad fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCpuIzzp7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Mn8xJQF7HPY/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377484565184227250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCpuIzzp7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Mn8xJQF7HPY/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Eiffel Tower at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCptWBnhRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ljJangSygQM/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377484551551943954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCptWBnhRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ljJangSygQM/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At midnight, it started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sparkling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCpsqpHEmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9BhpX1FEVWk/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377484539906429538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCpsqpHEmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9BhpX1FEVWk/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A statue just outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCpsN6nvqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/L9fGDnW4J1w/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377484532195245730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCpsN6nvqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/L9fGDnW4J1w/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCprevKrdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Bb8IjQSWtOQ/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377484519530737106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCprevKrdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Bb8IjQSWtOQ/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paris was amazing. Up next, ROME!!!&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;/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/3004938225144384784-1919782007266838992?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1919782007266838992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-two-and-three-paris.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1919782007266838992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1919782007266838992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-two-and-three-paris.html' title='Paris!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SqCsjV0dJdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ro-Ioygipnw/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-4458621471647477538</id><published>2009-08-31T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:31:59.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of European Vacation... Dallas!</title><content type='html'>So, flying on airmiles doesn't give you the best flight choices.  We took off from Phoenix, and then had a 24 hour layover.  Fortunately, the layover was in Dallas!  I got to go visit lots of my family, including Aunt Joan, Uncle Wayne, my cousin Diane, Mike, and their kids, Sam, Holly and Jake.  That also means that I just HAD to go out and see their new Pony! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227644970242162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpwyjwIWEHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v2x5xiKv-9I/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sam, above and Holly below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227636289214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpwyjPyoGfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/he_OBskmfCk/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227624445339362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spwyijq05uI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vMs8fn_ok54/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Holly showed me how to Barrel Race, Texas style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227615225002882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpwyiBUhu4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/vgg46r2rFaM/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spwz2zd-WLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/10og_5tjo_k/s1600-h/dallas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229071795411122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spwz2zd-WLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/10og_5tjo_k/s400/dallas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, cross one thing off the Bucket List.  I have now barrel raced in Texas!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229083971556674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spwz3g0_lUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/gqImF_5q708/s400/dallas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229104349970466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spwz4svlgCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/NP5rj5WABWk/s400/dallas4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229092632981090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spwz4BGCbmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z9b_HBz4z1I/s400/dallas3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229112483528210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spwz5LCxvhI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-A4PhUdFYVE/s400/dallas5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The fam, camping in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpwysIh7XKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Iomn-XbnjGw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227788958948514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpwysIh7XKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Iomn-XbnjGw/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chad didn't ride, but he went for a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229338198133970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spw0GT5VTNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7a2xZX7f6Bk/s400/dallas6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229344090997362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Spw0Gp2TQnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nOZZXFul7Ko/s400/dallas7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Leaving Dallas...  On our way to Europe.  In the next blog, Paris!!&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/3004938225144384784-4458621471647477538?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/4458621471647477538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one-of-european-vacation-dallas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/4458621471647477538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/4458621471647477538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one-of-european-vacation-dallas.html' title='Day one of European Vacation... Dallas!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpwyjwIWEHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v2x5xiKv-9I/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-3895661770536021967</id><published>2009-08-27T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T06:23:20.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ENGAGED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpdKHM7qrDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/S5xexXmfA-E/s1600-h/piazza+navona+roses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374846167881002034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpdKHM7qrDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/S5xexXmfA-E/s400/piazza+navona+roses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I know this is long, really LOOOOONG overdue! My camera cord that plugs into the computer was left in Italy. So, I finially bought another one today to show pictures from the trip! So, I will have to break this up in a few different blog posts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all... the ring!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374846157054922674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpdKGkmhz7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Ua9CPEBxds8/s400/My+ring!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad and I walked around one night after dinner in Rome. He took me to the Piazza Navona after having some gelato. We walked to the fountain in the middle of the square and sat down. That is where he got down on one knee, told me that I was his best friend, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. He slipped the ring on my finger, and through my tears, asked me to marry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My answer... "Are you serious???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. He took me all the way to Rome, puts a ring on my finger, asks me to spend the rest of my life with him, and all I can come up with is "Are you serious?" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374846145255033250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpdKF4pNyaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DRrkNbDrQJs/s400/Immagine_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a JACKASS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I said yes, of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are both so excited to be together. I found my perfect partner. It was a long wait, but totally worth every second. And yes, love can be found anywhere, even on the seat next to you in an airplane.&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;br /&gt;25C to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-3895661770536021967?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/3895661770536021967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-engaged.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3895661770536021967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3895661770536021967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-engaged.html' title='I am ENGAGED!!!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SpdKHM7qrDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/S5xexXmfA-E/s72-c/piazza+navona+roses.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1326076056301040474</id><published>2009-07-29T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:27:07.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Baby Fever!</title><content type='html'>No, not THAT kind! This kind...   (and yes, she is sleeping in my arms!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364042507264472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SnDoPY2YNxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/T4uxVaUA7vU/s400/miniinarms.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-1326076056301040474?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1326076056301040474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-baby-fever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1326076056301040474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1326076056301040474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-baby-fever.html' title='I Have Baby Fever!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SnDoPY2YNxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/T4uxVaUA7vU/s72-c/miniinarms.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-521998421868728761</id><published>2009-07-29T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:49:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Job</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago, I started a new job at The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt; Equine Veterinary Clinic. I am loving it. On my first day, this is what came in.  I got to teach it how to nurse it's Mom.  It wasn't very smart when it was born, as the 100+ temps here overheated him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363970362198572946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SnCmn_iRv5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/1w7O2zdFrkU/s320/Paint+Foal.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363970357344655554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SnCmntdA2MI/AAAAAAAAAVA/899uzf07yg0/s320/Mini+Foal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a mini foal that the Mom rejected.  We are teaching her to let the foal nurse.  This is the tiniest cutest thing ever!  The owners were going to take this baby home today, as they can't afford to keep her at the clinic.  Due to the screams and protests and tears of the 4 female employees, our boss, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kloppe&lt;/span&gt; had a change of heart.  The baby will now stay here as long as it needs for one tenth of the price, as long as us ladies "volunteer" our time to take care of it.  NO PROBLEM! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can clearly see, I am hating the new job... Right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-521998421868728761?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/521998421868728761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-job.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/521998421868728761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/521998421868728761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-job.html' title='My New Job'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SnCmn_iRv5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/1w7O2zdFrkU/s72-c/Paint+Foal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-786125412401253722</id><published>2009-07-20T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:21:06.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 day event!</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, Demure and I competed in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coconino&lt;/span&gt; Summer II Horse Trials in Flagstaff. A brief description of what a horse trial is is as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; - "Eventing is an equestrian triathlon, in that it combines three different disciplines in one competition set out over three days (three day event)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first phase is dressage - "The dressage phase comprises an exact sequence of movements ridden in an enclosed arena. The test is judged by one or more judges who are looking for balance, rhythm and suppleness and most importantly, obedience of the horse and its harmony with the rider."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second phase is Cross Country - "Cross Country requires both horse and rider to be in excellent physical shape and to be brave and trusting of each other. These fences consist of very solidly built natural objects as well as various obstacles such as ponds and streams, ditches, drops and banks, and combinations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final phase is Show jumping - "Show jumping tests the technical jumping skills of the horse and rider, including suppleness, obedience, fitness and athleticism. This phase is also timed, with penalties being given for every second over the required time, and for any rails being knocked down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that you are all caught up on what the heck a horse trial actually is, I will tell you how we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq-m2QgJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vgTEAOUK_ys/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360667817778643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq-m2QgJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vgTEAOUK_ys/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Demure after eating... He is a messy pig! I love it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq-C-bV4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Kt_nPC1bmaU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360667808149231490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq-C-bV4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Kt_nPC1bmaU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360669040187331106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTsFwrM0iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ElFaWdFPkEg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting my game face on... And my hairnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360669027939580530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTsFDDG-nI/AAAAAAAAAUo/MGdaWVMkpyo/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finishing getting geared up. You have to always wear your helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360669019872675954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTsEk_zyHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2hHTgRCaXkE/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Heading down to the showjumping ring. (PS-all of these pictures and video were taken by Chad. What a great "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;horse show&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360669038511746642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTsFqbtblI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yW9A-T9cw0w/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Demure and I went out and had our best dressage test ever, scoring a 27.9. (The lowest score is best.) We had never scored that well, and it put us in first place! Of course, the next day we had to go run cross country. We set out on course, and went clean! No jumping or time penalties at all! It was so much fun. The thrill of galloping through the woods, jumping fences, ditches and water was as big of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; rush as one person can take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we were clean on Cross Country, that kept us in first, but the competition was not far behind me. We went into showjumping, and could not knock ANYTHING down. If we had a rail down, we would have been bumped to fourth place! So the pressure was on. The person that was in last, went first on course, and so on and so fourth until it got to me. So there I was, just waiting for everyone else to finish. Whew, that was tough! Chad videoed the final round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vFDlemWCSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vFDlemWCSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the awards portion, where I got to lead my first "Victory Gallop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSonJqvWvPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSonJqvWvPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Chad competed in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;racquetball&lt;/span&gt; tournament in Flagstaff over the weekend too! (It was a very sporty weekend.) And he won too! Here are some pics of him in action. I am pretty sure I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; him by taking pictures, but we know how much I care about that!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360667800546789794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq9mp3SaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/sXi0ACf3imY/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360667791355959730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq9EamWbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/N--ZYYsYUgU/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360667785367808546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq8uG6aiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5iDBIVAiOA0/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, it was an incredible weekend for the residents of the little house on Founder Circle.  We went out and celebrated last night, Buckeye style!  Where else?  At the Olive Garden!  WooHoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-786125412401253722?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/786125412401253722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-day-event.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/786125412401253722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/786125412401253722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-day-event.html' title='The 3 day event!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SmTq-m2QgJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vgTEAOUK_ys/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1209201325873300370</id><published>2009-07-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:11:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Massey Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>So for the past few months, I have several students that have been coming out to the farm to ride. They tack up and get on ANY horse they can get their hands on. Well, they have been working very hard in this summer heat, and getting up VERY early in the morning to come out and ride. So here they are from this morning. It was photo day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;First up, Laura May riding "Omi."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358425986958572258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Slz0C4PjOuI/AAAAAAAAATw/L8pWkQItd78/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423483974729314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxxL5svmI/AAAAAAAAASw/hySBoNzfY8E/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyD8nlNaI/AAAAAAAAATg/GlA8Tv_x0KQ/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423806289720738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyD8nlNaI/AAAAAAAAATg/GlA8Tv_x0KQ/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we have Vanessa riding "Demure." (He of course is the SuperStar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyDk2_ebI/AAAAAAAAATY/HU6p-MNhysU/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423799911905714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyDk2_ebI/AAAAAAAAATY/HU6p-MNhysU/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyDalaLnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YAapK2sQay8/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423797153803890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyDalaLnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YAapK2sQay8/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423050450007634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxX85WdlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xp7OIbFmwEI/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyC1FCW0I/AAAAAAAAATI/Tv_UelahF0c/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423787085912898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzyC1FCW0I/AAAAAAAAATI/Tv_UelahF0c/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Rachel on her very own horse, "Chili."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxxxypZXI/AAAAAAAAATA/WTT0Mleb67s/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423494145697138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxxxypZXI/AAAAAAAAATA/WTT0Mleb67s/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423138164628690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxdDqJXNI/AAAAAAAAASY/UhclmZ6ISJY/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kiersten riding "Perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxxkVv2kI/AAAAAAAAAS4/C3PeFgO6J3E/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423490534824514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxxkVv2kI/AAAAAAAAAS4/C3PeFgO6J3E/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Slzxwh7BkgI/AAAAAAAAASo/zWwhqxzB5vE/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358423472705999362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Slzxwh7BkgI/AAAAAAAAASo/zWwhqxzB5vE/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Veronica on her trusty steed, "Riff Raff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxRgp12hI/AAAAAAAAASI/xLV1_pLwCug/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358422939789548050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxRgp12hI/AAAAAAAAASI/xLV1_pLwCug/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxKPRyVOI/AAAAAAAAASA/FIemnpSH4TA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358422814866167010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxKPRyVOI/AAAAAAAAASA/FIemnpSH4TA/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxEBWs5cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_CYbvXZlTOA/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358422708049470914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzxEBWs5cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_CYbvXZlTOA/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzwbH8bMhI/AAAAAAAAARw/BnGBAPa-wS4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358422005443670546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlzwbH8bMhI/AAAAAAAAARw/BnGBAPa-wS4/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they all are, several of the horses and riders going on their first trail ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun summer!&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;/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/3004938225144384784-1209201325873300370?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1209201325873300370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/jamie-massey-summer-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1209201325873300370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1209201325873300370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/jamie-massey-summer-camp.html' title='Jamie Massey Summer Camp'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Slz0C4PjOuI/AAAAAAAAATw/L8pWkQItd78/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5948647952817866555</id><published>2009-07-08T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:51:21.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU9Qn6QXlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5ABN0vrioc0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356254687627599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU9Qn6QXlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5ABN0vrioc0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is total proof that the "Furminator" works! This is after ten minutes of brushing Riddy...  By the way, that isn't all of it.  Half of the hair blew away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a few of our sprinklers out back haven't been working properly, so Chad set out to "fix" them. He went out with a screwdriver and started "fixing" them. Well, he completely unscrewed the whole thing! A geyser eruped, the size of Old Faithful! Although I wasn't quick enough with the camera to get that, here are the after effects... I am not sure if he was more irritated about the sprinkler not working, or of me laughing and taking photos! Love you!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356255821725555650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU-SowR28I/AAAAAAAAARY/rAkxgmNTvI0/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU-Y5RISII/AAAAAAAAARg/HefCdJVSZys/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356255929237522562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU-Y5RISII/AAAAAAAAARg/HefCdJVSZys/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU-fs1R5gI/AAAAAAAAARo/h5Ht07G7sAQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256046158571010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU-fs1R5gI/AAAAAAAAARo/h5Ht07G7sAQ/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU-fs1R5gI/AAAAAAAAARo/h5Ht07G7sAQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-5948647952817866555?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5948647952817866555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5948647952817866555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5948647952817866555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun...'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlU9Qn6QXlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5ABN0vrioc0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5806146956799669389</id><published>2009-07-06T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:19:28.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so hard core!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJMDQkBjYI/AAAAAAAAARI/Z6Pq4C-WevQ/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426525766323586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJMDQkBjYI/AAAAAAAAARI/Z6Pq4C-WevQ/s400/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJESVPe02I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kqa0vhRs9Dk/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355417988627354466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJESVPe02I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kqa0vhRs9Dk/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past July 4th weekend, I did things quite differently than I usually do. Every year, it's get up, run the Peachtree with Dad and Josh, go to some radio job that I have, then to Lenox mall for fireworks with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I now live in Phoenix, and Chad had a 4 day weekend, we decided to go on a trip! Not too far, just 2 hours up the road to Sedona, AZ. The place is famous for it's beauty, red rock formations, and great mountain bike riding and hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were four couples that went for a great outdoorsy weekend. Hammer (James) and Amy, Goose (Danny) and Monica, Ice (Aaron) and Terri, and Skate (Chad) and I. Please make note that all of the OTHER couples are engaged... Yep, I was the only GIRLFRIEND there. Also please note that when I made friends with these other girls, they were "Just Girlfriends" like me! I'm not saying, I'm just saying..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, we had a blast! I am so sore from riding my bike, but it was so amazing and fun! It was so fun to do something that we could all do together. The playing field was more level in this sport than other outdoor activities we all do.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJEY5YxPpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CkTh7xQMGlE/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355418101409201810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJEY5YxPpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CkTh7xQMGlE/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFGYt0hKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rQs05r_97y4/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355418882913109154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFGYt0hKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rQs05r_97y4/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355418995085633170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFM6l1ZpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TlVwxfhEvy0/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424975276698818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJKpAifbMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GPEieqL3ICY/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355425057512344722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJKty4_zJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vLS2KlsQoFI/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419557620277890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFtqMi4oI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0GQ5pDNqmKI/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad and I went to the top of a mountain, and riding down below was Goose and Monica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFpNJSmzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OqW_e9X5PlE/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419481102523186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFpNJSmzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OqW_e9X5PlE/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Terri was the Domino champion! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFXTwa48I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ki5IxL_i1qo/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419173639611330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFXTwa48I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ki5IxL_i1qo/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFch8IBtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WZ-9PNUeyKM/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419263346149074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFch8IBtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WZ-9PNUeyKM/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355424782135298930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJKdxB_i3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/TYRimfm1HO4/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a great time sitting on the patio having dinner and playing Dominoes!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419086585100818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFSPdAehI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AYevkT6V360/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFiIkfhPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1bUfsV7audw/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419359615354098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJFiIkfhPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1bUfsV7audw/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monica and I left the guys to try a harder trail, and we went out on our own. We are so hardcore! I was just glad I figured out the timer thingie on my camera! I propped it up on the seat of my bike and got the one above...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355425292430659586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJK7eB40AI/AAAAAAAAARA/XKPEX6h6FlY/s400/053.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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the best picture of Riddy ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-5806146956799669389?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5806146956799669389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-hard-core.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5806146956799669389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5806146956799669389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-hard-core.html' title='I am so hard core!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SlJMDQkBjYI/AAAAAAAAARI/Z6Pq4C-WevQ/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-3558486777342982897</id><published>2009-06-30T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:12:41.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top Ten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8Wtj0akI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/K0UsKTBlcbQ/s1600-h/movie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353579680432941634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8Wtj0akI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/K0UsKTBlcbQ/s400/movie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning, as I was giving Rachel a riding lesson on her new pony, Chili, her mother asked me a great question. "What is the best horse movie of all time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you know me at all, there is only one answer. The Man From Snowy River. Of course there is the sequel as well, Return to Snowy River. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this conversation got me thinking, what is my Top Ten Greatest Horse Movies Of All Time list? Some people think about sports, finances, politics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. This is the stuff I think about. I must be more like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;movie addicted&lt;/span&gt; brother after all! He can tell you anything about any movie, especially if it involves the words "Bruce," "Willis," "Rambo," "Rocky," and "Die Hard." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this list has been on my mind all day, and now that I have gone through countless post-it notes, arranging and rearranging, I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 Sylvester - A movie with Melissa Gilbert. A little corny, but it's about Charlie, a 16-year-old orphan struggling to raise her two younger brothers.  She endeavors to train a wild horse she names Sylvester and turns him into an Olympic jumping champion. Whew! I love that it was filmed at the Kentucky Horse Park. You have to ignore the fact that they used about 15 different grey horses, and they all look very different!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353583003938427746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku_YKlRk2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/_p7E_Z3acr4/s400/moviesylvester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken - a 1991 film about Sonora Webster, a rider of &lt;a title="Diving horse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diving_horse"&gt;diving horses&lt;/a&gt;. It is based on events in the life of &lt;a title="Sonora Webster Carver" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonora_Webster_Carver"&gt;Sonora Webster Carver&lt;/a&gt;. PS- The dude in the movie is HOT!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353580013630665362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8qG0WMpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VwNmhdzjYxo/s400/moviewildhearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 The Black Stallion - Alec Ramsey rescues a stallion from a boat crash. The book series is amazing. Number 8 also includes The Black Stallion Returns- Alec Ramsey rescues the stallion from Arab Sheiks. Again, the book series is amazing!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353584955930340882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkvBJyUabhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kMlkFuurhYk/s400/theblackstallion1941.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#7 Dreamer - Kurt Russell, Dakota Fanning, and Kris Kristofferson star in the movie about an injured horse they rehabilitate, bond with, and then race in the Breeders Cup. What about that doesn't scream GREAT MOVIE! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353579801090761586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8dvC4o3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/YU5puCzg8QI/s400/moviedreamer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; #6 Spirit-Stallion of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cimmaron&lt;/span&gt;. I am a sucker for animated horse movies. I even bought this video game, and went around as Spirit, and saved the herd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 Black Beauty- The movie made in the 90's was great. The book is the greatest book of all time. Thank you Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sewell&lt;/span&gt;. With this book, she brought to light the suffering of the animals over a hundred years ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phar&lt;/span&gt; Lap - Starring Tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Burlinson&lt;/span&gt;, who is also the star of #2 and #1. True story about an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Australian&lt;/span&gt; Race Horse. Get your tissues ready. I am actually getting chills just remembering this movie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353579895498781874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8jOvgtLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V_-kiHVxgN8/s400/moviepharlap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Seabiscuit&lt;/span&gt; - We all have seen it. It's awesome. I love the fact that Hollywood made a GREAT horse movie! I have loved Toby McGuire and Gary Stevens ever since.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353579945848363474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8mKTyWdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0HPisMjTpbs/s400/movieseabiscut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 The Return to Snowy River. It actually flip-flops with number one. I like the one I am watching at the time the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the greatest horse movie, of all time... Duh. I already said it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 The Man From Snowy River - Beautiful scenery, hot guy, wild horses, incredible stunt riding, romance.. Come on! What more do you need?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353579738329842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8aFPhAoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EyFBx_sXwFI/s400/movie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-3558486777342982897?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/3558486777342982897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-top-ten.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3558486777342982897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3558486777342982897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-top-ten.html' title='The Top Ten!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sku8Wtj0akI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/K0UsKTBlcbQ/s72-c/movie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1892878335070786294</id><published>2009-06-24T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:27:11.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a new camera!</title><content type='html'>Since Chad and I are taking a trip to Europe, I decided a new camera was in order!  Craigslist is amazing!  Almost new camera=$50.  So this is day one of snapping pics with my new camera.  It's also kind of a day in the life of Me.  Of course, you know all of the pictures are of animals!  After I took pics of the dogs this morning, I went to the farm, climbed up on Demure, and we went on a photo expedition! (Cheyenne, you will be proud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYfJLwqRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nTWDeJ_7k6I/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006968078182674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYfJLwqRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nTWDeJ_7k6I/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Demure longingly gazing out at the pasture of mares.  So many women, so little time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYXX0yj1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/J_XtlhLUq7g/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006834569416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYXX0yj1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/J_XtlhLUq7g/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the new fillies on the farm.  She is already sweet on "Big D."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYS8HYCyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dxDKWtWhUjw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006758411701026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYS8HYCyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dxDKWtWhUjw/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My student, Rachel, just got this horse.  His name is Chili! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYMlW43zI/AAAAAAAAANw/mLHPkr1KScU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006649223536434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYMlW43zI/AAAAAAAAANw/mLHPkr1KScU/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The greenest farm in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYHeBw_7I/AAAAAAAAANo/1P5PR0BLGbw/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006561356545970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYHeBw_7I/AAAAAAAAANo/1P5PR0BLGbw/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYByPu53I/AAAAAAAAANg/Lx6k2rjjgS0/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006463704622962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYByPu53I/AAAAAAAAANg/Lx6k2rjjgS0/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Window to the soul... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKX5v47AmI/AAAAAAAAANY/ccFav1rV40k/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006325633122914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKX5v47AmI/AAAAAAAAANY/ccFav1rV40k/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids in their usual places.  Brett staring at me, and Riddy sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKXzOW59EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A-wmelZBu94/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006213552862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKXzOW59EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A-wmelZBu94/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scary how much this one resembles the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKXtL7YGOI/AAAAAAAAANI/ur6PrswNgyo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006109821311202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKXtL7YGOI/AAAAAAAAANI/ur6PrswNgyo/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3004938225144384784-1892878335070786294?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1892878335070786294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-new-camera.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1892878335070786294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1892878335070786294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-new-camera.html' title='I got a new camera!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SkKYfJLwqRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nTWDeJ_7k6I/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-6349277233725580792</id><published>2009-06-08T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:06:01.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This blog will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;be meaningless&lt;/span&gt; to most, but I just have to spill some stuff right now, and I don't have anyone to talk to at the moment.  I guess that is why I have a blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad is out of town... Again. He is on a fishing trip in Canada, where last night he had to hike to the ONE payphone in the city, where he used the calling card he had to buy to get a hold of me. This is going to be a tough week without having him to talk to. Maybe because it is so much seems to be going on at the moment, and he is here for none of it. He has been out of town for three of the last four weeks, and this whole time I have been applying and interviewing for jobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first moved here, I went to the local Equine Hospital and applied. That was last August. I have seen the vets around and always reminded them that I would love to work there. So on Friday, I get a voicemail from the owner of the clinic. He nonchalantly calls me and tells me to come on in and work on Monday morning, and to call him back if I have any questions. It was SO random. I applied last AUGUST! And yes, I called him back with questions... Anyway, I am leaving for work in about an hour! (The clinic is 3 miles from my house. Can you believe it?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my first day on the job on my mind, I sat down to check my email. Lo and behold, I have an email from one of the local radio stations that I interviewed with. They want me to come in for a second interview. They want me to do some "mock newscasts" so they can hear how I sound in that setting. And they want me in sooner than later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I have lived here for ten months, and the only work I have found is through riding and teaching. I built up a little part time business riding and training, but have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; been trying to get another part time gig. And now, with Chad out of town, and my part time business going well, I am faced with decisions. Sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many questions I am being faced with. In the next two or three days, those questions will be answered, but then I will have some tough decisions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I keep riding and teaching, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and work&lt;/span&gt; at the clinic? Will there be time to do both? How much will I be working at the clinic? Will I like it? If the radio station wants me to work there, what do I do then? Do I just quit everything and work in my career field? Would I like that format, since it would be new? Do I not take that job, and just stick with what I am currently doing? Can I do all three? Will we be living here in a few months? Where are we going to go? Will any of this job stuff matter in a few months? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arrgh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish Chad were here to help me sort through this stuff. Oh well. Guess I am going to have to be a big girl and figure it out on my own.&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to lighten up things, here is a picture from this past weekend. I went up to Lake Pleasant with some friends. I took the dogs, so they would have some fun. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Riddy&lt;/span&gt; had a blast. There were so many kids there, and she was just in heaven. This little girl hugged and hugged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Riddy&lt;/span&gt;, and as you can see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Riddy&lt;/span&gt; was not opposed. I think she would have gone home with her in a second!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344956943465104738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Si0aBXL-xWI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZYd5gKFi46E/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-6349277233725580792?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/6349277233725580792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6349277233725580792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6349277233725580792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Si0aBXL-xWI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZYd5gKFi46E/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1190006812495708704</id><published>2009-05-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:14:24.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I went to Los Angeles. Monica joined me on Saturday, courtesy of Goose and his airplane. I stayed with some of Monica's old college friends, and we just had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as some of you may know, I went there for a job interview. Well, it was a disaster. The guy was a complete A-Hole. I couldn't get out of his office fast enough. Actually, I was looking around for a window to jump out of. That is all I will say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the girls, sensing my disappointment and frustration, decided to take me out on the town! Monster Margaritas at the Santa Monica Pier! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339604763446761458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoWPe46V_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/MioySK_9Kms/s400/la4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How cool it was to dip my toes in the water on the west coast! As we continued nursing my now long gone pain, we made our way down Santa Monica all the way to Venice. What a blast it was! My previous LA experiences have only been for work, so it was great to get a taste of the real city.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339605260058654930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoWsY6aeNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uy-_IkrQmuw/s400/la3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shopped, bought handbags and dresses, and had general "Retail Therapy!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339605539808677634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoW8rEBDwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5xlhNcPrF-U/s400/LA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also visited some famous, and infamous places! In the pic below, it's the courts that they filmed "White Men Can't Jump," the Wesley Snipes/Woody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harrelson&lt;/span&gt; "classic." Monica was very excited...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339606326915713794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoXqfQ9SwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cob8z7tM8PU/s400/la1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture on the boardwalk for Chad, aka Skate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339606561705141394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoX4J7HpJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5vRMvaDLk_w/s400/la5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; On Saturday night, the fun continued...  We went to a Japanese karaoke bar!  Notice in the next two photos all of the signs in the background!  There were so many rules!  Some of the rules included no dancing, no standing up at the bar, ect... It was crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Danny singing the Hanukkah Song, by Adam Sandler.  Very funny...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339763202476689986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShqmV2RTSkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fqPQ_SH733o/s400/la8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339763125645425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShqmRYDTOzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6HWqttXA2wg/s400/la7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monica was kind enough to make the trip home with me, and I couldn't resist a little detour! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339606796845340786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoYF146WHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JbikE8H0Rm0/s400/la6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had to go there! My favorite Band of all time is U2, and my favorite album by my favorite band is... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339607247515056530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoYgEw8eZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-3iqcAhGpRQ/s400/joshuatree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I had an absolute blast in LA. Thanks so much to Monica, Maria, and Goose for such a great time! &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/3004938225144384784-1190006812495708704?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1190006812495708704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/california-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1190006812495708704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1190006812495708704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/california-here-i-come.html' title='California Here I Come!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShoWPe46V_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/MioySK_9Kms/s72-c/la4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1438168497646236771</id><published>2009-05-18T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:31:08.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Baseball</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to play with a friend's very fancy camera last weekend. So, for your viewing pleasure, and especially for the viewing pleasure of Chad's parents, here are some photos of "Mr. Baseball!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSh-1on_I/AAAAAAAAALo/5L0AM-ZyqU0/s1600-h/498655593113_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278514656223218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSh-1on_I/AAAAAAAAALo/5L0AM-ZyqU0/s400/498655593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278674549501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSrSfKb3I/AAAAAAAAALw/MOELJGeW5AE/s400/658655593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Watch out! Chad trying not to get hit by the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSabY9mQI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q8TAHf3WIqE/s1600-h/309655593113_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278384881637634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSabY9mQI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q8TAHf3WIqE/s400/309655593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A triple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSV-JCf0I/AAAAAAAAALY/ZEcgmxvL34U/s1600-h/298655593113_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278308310744898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSV-JCf0I/AAAAAAAAALY/ZEcgmxvL34U/s400/298655593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chad on the mound, and it's only 95 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSSBqv5HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/crAEo9Cdfcg/s1600-h/227232593113_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278240537961586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSSBqv5HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/crAEo9Cdfcg/s400/227232593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did he hit it, or miss it? I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSOiJBUxI/AAAAAAAAALI/u3lH7O01zME/s1600-h/219655593113_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278180535390994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSOiJBUxI/AAAAAAAAALI/u3lH7O01zME/s400/219655593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang, I am good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSLH1vGfI/AAAAAAAAALA/tGAf-TWODqE/s1600-h/172904593113_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278121935575538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSLH1vGfI/AAAAAAAAALA/tGAf-TWODqE/s400/172904593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chad coming in from center field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSD4txn8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/woj41rNvHE0/s1600-h/109655593113_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337277997616570306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSD4txn8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/woj41rNvHE0/s400/109655593113_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Baseball at the plate!&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/3004938225144384784-1438168497646236771?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1438168497646236771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-baseball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1438168497646236771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1438168497646236771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-baseball.html' title='Mr. Baseball'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShHSh-1on_I/AAAAAAAAALo/5L0AM-ZyqU0/s72-c/498655593113_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-9141677640776193281</id><published>2009-05-18T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:09:13.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Friday, I took my horse, Demure, and my client's horse, Magic Stuff, up to Flagstaff. In a few weeks I am heading there for a big competition called the Coconino Horse Trials. I am competing both of these horses then, and over the weekend they had a course fundraiser. Basically you can practice the course you are going to ride, and there is a local eventing Pro that will be there to coach you. Sounded great to me, as most of the time you ride your horse up to the jump in a competition and they have NEVER seen it before! Since I haven't ridden Magic very much, and Demure hasn't done this in over 2 years, it sounded like a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded up Friday morning, and headed up. I went up with Magic's owner, Nolle. It was unfortunate that Chad has his students graduation this weekend, and said he couldn't come. I was semi-irritated, as on Tuesday he leaves for 2 weeks doing a few different work related trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we drove up there, and I set up camp. Nolle has some friends there that she is staying with, and I was going to camp out in my trailer as I always do. Here in Phoenix, it is a high daily of around 100 degrees, and driving just two hours north, the high is 75, and the low is 40! So it was going to be a little chilly in the horse trailer. I figured I could tough it out and make Brett and Riddy keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished riding both the horses around the show grounds on Friday, Chad called. Just some light conversation about where we were, how things were going, and of course me giving him hell about not coming up... He had another call coming in and said he would call me back in a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the stall to wrap Magic's legs, and then I heard Nolle start laughing. I peeked my head over the door, and THERE HE WAS! Chad had left work and driven the 2 hours up to Flagstaff to be with me! I was so surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, we had a blast. He was the perfect boyfriend. He trudged around the cross country course, following along with the spectators as we rode. He carried water, and kept handing it to me to make me drink. He made conversation with everyone, and just was incredibly caring and sweet. He even slept in the trailer with me in 40 degree weather, and never complained... Yes, that is why I moved across the country to be with this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He headed back around 2, and when I finished packing up and riding, I drove the ponies home. I was exhausted, but had to make it to the post graduation party! I went from being dust covered, wearing riding pants and having helmet hair, to a quick shower and a new dress! (thanks Rhoni!) I arrived around 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337164050701256578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShFqbTYIh4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2axKoa6nA9o/s400/grad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337165662083474514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShFr5GPl5FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bnBj12jcvic/s400/grad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337163982677782818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShFqXV-EsSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0xtzgy0Pbew/s400/grad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337164122368753474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShFqfeW_v0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/vfpJZyv_Ong/s400/grad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chad is not one to turn down an opportunity to sing! All in all, it was a great weekend. I know that I am so very lucky. I packed up and moved across the country, putting my faith in a man I hoped would be half as wonderful as he is. And now you know the reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-9141677640776193281?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/9141677640776193281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/9141677640776193281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/9141677640776193281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ShFqbTYIh4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2axKoa6nA9o/s72-c/grad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-3626907677978322548</id><published>2009-05-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:30:10.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Big Upcoming Vacation!</title><content type='html'>So- I have just been informed by Chad that we will be taking a 2 week vacation! WooHoo! We have his leave applied for, we have the vacation days mapped out, (last week of July and first week of August) and everything is falling into place. However, we do not have a location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will we go? That is where you come in... I need some help! We have decided that it will NOT be in the continental U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Chad and I are not the "lay around on the beach" kind of people. We both like adventure, and like to explore. When we went to Hawaii, we covered as much of the state as possible, using the Frommers Guide to help us find little out of the way places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335664012481829074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SgwWJljQmNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U-CyWGg_8m4/s400/frommers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frommers directed us to little out of the way places, like the Green Sand Beach at the southern tip of the Big Island...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335664661981828290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SgwWvZIIFMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oI6qS3lREp0/s400/Hawaii+319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then it took us to the northern most tip of the island to the Black Sand Beach where we had to hike down to get to it...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335668244726542466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SgwZ_75B8II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HHABMD5Jo5g/s400/Hawaii+326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are not afraid to explore. Where have you been? Any tips or suggestions are welcome. We will be sure to buy a Frommers Guide and look stuff up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither one of us has been to South America, so I may be leaning that way. He has travelled to so many exotic places with his job in the Air Force, (see below!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335666857478809698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SgwYvL_ZaGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q1eskYUGTj4/s400/Iron+Falcon+nov07+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and I want this trip to be completely new to him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any and all suggestions are welcome! Thanks!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335667423503472034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SgwZQImMVaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DgY-4yzeTBs/s400/Hawaii+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-3626907677978322548?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/3626907677978322548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-big-upcoming-vacation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3626907677978322548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3626907677978322548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-big-upcoming-vacation.html' title='Our Big Upcoming Vacation!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SgwWJljQmNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U-CyWGg_8m4/s72-c/frommers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1935823639359623330</id><published>2009-05-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:41:51.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to pitch a tv show</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;Research current televised programming to educate yourself in current trends or opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;Study the professional advice given by the television industry &lt;br /&gt;Read the current reports on format and concept protection given by the industry &lt;br /&gt;Write a descriptive but brief outline of your idea; usually 2-5 pages for reality-based concepts, and 3-10 pages for scripted projects. &lt;br /&gt;Register your project with the Writers Guild of America for time-stamped proof of creation. &lt;br /&gt;Consider using some of the industry websites sourced by production companies seeking new material. &lt;br /&gt;Call development executives at production companies to schedule an appointment and pitch your idea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear you can google ANYTHING!  In two weeks, I am heading to LA to meet with a talent coordinator to... pitch TV show ideas!  &lt;br /&gt;Wow.  That sounds amazing.  Actually it kinda sounds more amazing than it will be.  I am positive that there is a less that 2% chance that any of this would ever happen.  However, just the fact that I have a)an idea b)an appointment and c)live close enough to LA to drive there - is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably know, I am a little interested in Horses.  While in Kentucky a few weeks ago, I met and made friends with some nice people that are associated with HRTV.  That is "Horse Racing Television."  It is a cable based network, and also does much of it's stuff online.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job that I am really trying to convince them of is for me to be the "Post Race interviewer on Horseback."  That means after a race, I ride out and interview the winning jockey.  If you have ever seen the KY Derby, you have seen the chick that does that.  She has the little antenna on her helmet! (you can see it in the Derby post below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be the dream job, of course.  As they don't really have the rights to the big races, that job most likely isn't in the budget.  However, I also have some other ideas for them.  I will keep them to myself for now.  I would hate to completely embarass myself at this time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, you just have to go for it.  Yes, this will most likely end in nothing, but I am proud of myself for putting it out there.  I am also SO proud that I have a man in my life who is SO excited about this!  He is 100% supportive, and is thrilled that I am trying to do this.  He is even helping me fine tune my presentation.   I am sad that Chad can't come with me, but I am so happy that he is so very supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday the 22nd, I am driving to Los Angeles.  I meet with the Rep from HRTV Saturday morning  at Santa Anita racetrack.  How cool is that! I will most likely explore the city the rest of the day, and head back on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, I will always have the weekend that I roadtripped it to LA to pitch TV show ideas!  That just sounds SO COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-1935823639359623330?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1935823639359623330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-pitch-tv-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1935823639359623330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1935823639359623330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-pitch-tv-show.html' title='How to pitch a tv show'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-3430240732413112521</id><published>2009-05-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:10:28.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Classic...</title><content type='html'>My two favorite baseball players of all time... In the best commercial of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping you smile on a Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ltD21rYWVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ltD21rYWVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-3430240732413112521?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/3430240732413112521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/classic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3430240732413112521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/3430240732413112521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/classic.html' title='A Classic...'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1289267971700610500</id><published>2009-05-04T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:13:12.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Update on The Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>This was sent to me by my friend in Atlanta, Colleen Davis. She lives very close to the CDC, so she gets the info first. This is what NOT to do. This is the very latest in Swine Flu Prevention.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I should try to pass on the info any way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332048178537803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sf89kWcDrdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gUajw2gIEIM/s400/swineflu.bmp" border="0" /&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/3004938225144384784-1289267971700610500?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1289267971700610500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/major-update-on-swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1289267971700610500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1289267971700610500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/major-update-on-swine-flu.html' title='Major Update on The Swine Flu'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sf89kWcDrdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gUajw2gIEIM/s72-c/swineflu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-8419181667404312328</id><published>2009-05-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:27:17.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Furmination Begin!</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Furminator&lt;/span&gt;. It has changed my life. No more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; over and over and over in the same spot. If you have a dog, this tool is a must-have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and I went outside to groom the dogs after my friend, Ann, gave me this little gem. I started "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Furmination&lt;/span&gt;," and he started sweeping. We could not believe the amount of hair that came off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Basset&lt;/span&gt; Hound! For such a small dog, the amount of hair that came off could have filled our down comforter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sf8IGa2VGaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a2Nx4GjZek4/s1600-h/furminator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331989390209391010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sf8IGa2VGaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a2Nx4GjZek4/s400/furminator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are real. Again, if you have a dog or cat, you need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Furminator&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331989485050927730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sf8IL8KUGnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4Z9W_sM22h4/s400/Furminator%2520pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-8419181667404312328?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/8419181667404312328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/furminator.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8419181667404312328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8419181667404312328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/furminator.html' title='Let the Furmination Begin!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sf8IGa2VGaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a2Nx4GjZek4/s72-c/furminator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-6995176036867817480</id><published>2009-05-03T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:22:10.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shortest distance between two points...</title><content type='html'>is a straight line. And that is just what Calvin Borel did in yesterday's Kentucky Derby. Wow. From over 20 lengths off the leader, going into the final turn, Mine That Bird just exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjY-rrAoTl8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjY-rrAoTl8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sloppy track, they always say the worst place to be is on the inside rail. It's sloppy, it's deep, and it's soupy. And it worked. 2 years ago Calvin had almost the same ride on a horse named Street Sense. It worked then, and it worked now. It takes guts, luck, and a tall dose of crazy. If only I had bet it... If only I knew then what I knew now! Going off at 50-1, many others are thinking the same thing I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that a $9,500 yearling can win the Derby. At least 2 other horses in the field cost 2-3 million dollars. (Desert Party cost the Arabs 2.1 million, and Pioneer of the Nile was purchased for over 3 million!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-6995176036867817480?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/6995176036867817480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/shortest-distance-between-two-points.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6995176036867817480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6995176036867817480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/05/shortest-distance-between-two-points.html' title='The shortest distance between two points...'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-7605656146108468487</id><published>2009-04-28T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:24:49.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bluegrass Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, this past weekend, I attended my 15t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; year in Lexington for the Rolex Kentucky 3-Day Event. This year, we added some activities, as I wasn't doing radio Friday night as I had been in the past. So Donna and I left early Friday morning, so we could attend closing day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keeneland&lt;/span&gt;. I used to work there when I was 18 and 19, galloping racehorses, so this place holds a special place in my heart. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329974120912772914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfffOTsH3zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KN_WyUZXYTM/s400/rolex2009-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; That was our Friday afternoon. And no, riding horses gives you NO insight when it comes to betting. For Donna and I, 3 our of our 4 picks came in last. DEAD LAST! So much for picking horses that are the prettiest! We did meet up with Jack Brothers, a friend who used to own Big Brown. You may recognize that name, as that was the horse that won the KY Derby (and Preakness) last year. Jack was kind enough to get us into the VIP at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keeneland&lt;/span&gt; on Friday, and to let us meet Big Brown personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329974874243837186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sfff6KEPrQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0unvQ513ssc/s400/bigbrown!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That was an amazing experience for me. I cheered him on so heavily last year! We even threw a "Big Brown Derby Day," a "Big Brown Preakness Party," and a "Big Brown Belmont Bash!" Of course, he didn't win the Belmont, sadly... This is from last year... And yes, you had to wear brown to the party. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SffinQsGt3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/O7aC327OygQ/s1600-h/Jamie+Horse+Show-Vegas+May08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329977848139003762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SffinQsGt3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/O7aC327OygQ/s400/Jamie+Horse+Show-Vegas+May08+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second picture is of the cookie cake I had made... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfiNN1pwH7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/jiu5USXOjtU/s1600-h/Jamie+Horse+Show-Vegas+May08+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330165427872997298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfiNN1pwH7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/jiu5USXOjtU/s400/Jamie+Horse+Show-Vegas+May08+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sffign5ctvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/p6rI1x1-Em4/s1600-h/Jamie+Horse+Show-Vegas+May08+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as you can see, we were a little obsessed. So it was really amazing to see him up close. Another horse I got to visit, and even feed and pet was Smarty Jones! (He won the Derby, Preakness, and lost the Belmont by a neck!) That picture will be here in a day or so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another famous horse we got to visit on our trip to Three Chimneys was War Chant. As you can see, he is quite personable!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329978868023255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SffjioDdYJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7CvExCDx9oI/s400/warchant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329978947014353298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SffjnOUZ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/N6cIo0bsFUg/s400/warchant2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were given the private tour by a nice guy named "Shorty." I doubt it is his real name...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329979635994134482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SffkPU9_B9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/9HSMx_g4p9Q/s400/threechimneys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It really was amazing and fun. Can't wait until next year! (oh yeah, I will post more pictures of the actual Rolex event soon!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-7605656146108468487?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/7605656146108468487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bluegrass-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/7605656146108468487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/7605656146108468487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bluegrass-weekend.html' title='My Bluegrass Weekend'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfffOTsH3zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KN_WyUZXYTM/s72-c/rolex2009-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1595940799467976214</id><published>2009-04-25T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:36:06.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rolex</title><content type='html'>I am currently on my annual girls trip to Lexington, KY. This year there are 3 of us.  Colleen couldn't come with us, so it's just Donna, Nancy and me.  It is the biggest 3-Day event in the country, and I have been coming to see it since I was 12 years old! So for those of you that are not familiar, I just thought I would post some pics from last year. I will new updated ones coming soon! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These riders are the best of the best.  Kinda makes the jumps I go over look teenytiny!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328755038107304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfOKeWV1gTI/AAAAAAAAAII/zTbfHDs7T4I/s400/rolex.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328754791953096402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfOKQBWGXtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QNtLb2UB5Z4/s400/rolex4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328754623704214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfOKGOkcK6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pEUFHTdIAEk/s400/rolex3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328754327019244978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfOJ09VOzbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/S2bC5Vv9Bxg/s400/rolex2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit chilly last year.  This year it is perfect!  Sunny and 85 with a nice cool breeze!&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/3004938225144384784-1595940799467976214?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1595940799467976214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/rolex.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1595940799467976214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1595940799467976214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/rolex.html' title='The Rolex'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SfOKeWV1gTI/AAAAAAAAAII/zTbfHDs7T4I/s72-c/rolex.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-2474096872036108772</id><published>2009-04-19T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:46:24.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Update</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let you know that our new friend, Will, is doing great! (yes, he has been named)  I have a few pics taken from Chad's cell phone. The quality isn't great, but the photos are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552508244977570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Seu3SPNoZ6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ERH4NtMbTNo/s400/willfeeding.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Will bottle feeding!  Is that not the cutest thing EVER?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552401537282018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Seu3MBsiL-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vCPLCaIxaac/s400/Chadandwill.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a not-so-excited Chad.  Don't get me wrong, he likes the bunny.  He just didn't like me taking a picture of him and the bunny for my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-2474096872036108772?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/2474096872036108772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunny-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2474096872036108772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2474096872036108772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunny-update.html' title='Bunny Update'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Seu3SPNoZ6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ERH4NtMbTNo/s72-c/willfeeding.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5120643842034004969</id><published>2009-04-17T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:57:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutest thing EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>Ann and I were out riding last night, and finished up around 8pm. As we were putting the horses away, I almost stepped on this! The tiniest little baby bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not the cutest thing you have ever seen? The sad thing is, for the past few weeks, I have seen many of these baby bunnies, and none have been alive. Or whole. With the high concentration of dogs, coyotes, hawks and snakes, one lone baby bunny doesn't have much of a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiemAfIwHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IJ6ph6xCCag/s1600-h/bunny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680935168426098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiemAfIwHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IJ6ph6xCCag/s400/bunny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what would you do? I know what I did. I grabbed the nearest tub, filled it up with hay, and took it home! I called up my friend Sandy, who is the bunny expert (she has them, and her kids show them in 4-H) She told me some valuable stuff! First, they only nurse once a day. Sweet, no getting up every 4 hours. She also said to keep it warm. Heating pad, check. And, nurse it with kitten replacement milk. Check. Seriously, I actually have kitten and puppy replacement milk and bottles in my horse trailer. Don't ask why. It's a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiegHUji8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/rBKj7ZaMruM/s1600-h/bunny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680833923877826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiegHUji8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/rBKj7ZaMruM/s400/bunny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the couch last night, when Chad walked in. You never know what to expect from your partner when you do something out of the ordinary. For example, bringing a wild animal home, and have it sleeping on your lap when they get there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very proud. Chad actually sat down and held it. The bunny crawled up the sleeve of his flight suit, and fell asleep immediately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiewEN4E2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/L22wVl6_Y-k/s1600-h/bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiewEN4E2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/L22wVl6_Y-k/s1600-h/bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325681107968463714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiewEN4E2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/L22wVl6_Y-k/s400/bunny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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&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;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;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;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;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;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;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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiewEN4E2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/L22wVl6_Y-k/s1600-h/bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiewEN4E2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/L22wVl6_Y-k/s1600-h/bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, after making Chad and I breakfast this morning, we set about trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bottle feed&lt;/span&gt; the bunny. I didn't have high hopes that it would work. Turns out, it went to town! There is nothing cuter than having a baby bunny in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;palm&lt;/span&gt; of your hand, sucking on a dropper full of milk! (I will have a picture of that soon, so stick around!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he/she will stay with us a few weeks until he/she is big enough to run away from all of the predators at the farm. &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;p&gt;Does anyone know how to tell if a bunny is a boy or a girl?&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/3004938225144384784-5120643842034004969?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5120643842034004969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-thing-ever.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5120643842034004969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5120643842034004969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-thing-ever.html' title='The cutest thing EVER!!!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SeiemAfIwHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IJ6ph6xCCag/s72-c/bunny3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-396557466224312614</id><published>2009-04-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:02:49.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the band back together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102480046765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91gKowNdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Mm_NLFRbl9A/s400/417.JPG" border="0" /&gt; These are some random pictures from our "Music Nights." This is Monica, (on the left) Terri (on the right) Terri's fiance, Aaron (Ice) plays guitar and sings, so we have a blast when we all get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91bzZkP0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/QPhZIX4thoY/s1600-h/416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102405089574722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91bzZkP0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/QPhZIX4thoY/s400/416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91TS2DYvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ATjNCP0-MEg/s1600-h/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323109172886013810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd97lvZ-h3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eUZsCDEtmGw/s400/194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102258911732466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91TS2DYvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ATjNCP0-MEg/s400/203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monica and Danny (Goose) enjoying some wine on the couch. Yes, we have been known to drink some wine now and then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91MdY2FTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vTu7Lz7TgLE/s1600-h/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102141482931506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91MdY2FTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vTu7Lz7TgLE/s400/201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91G6dk1sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ogmwPscXufA/s1600-h/192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323102046208186050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91G6dk1sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ogmwPscXufA/s400/192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at Danny and Chad, singing along with their eyes closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91AqrvI4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NdHuJq2WhDM/s1600-h/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323101938893398914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91AqrvI4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NdHuJq2WhDM/s400/191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, going through many pages of sheet music.&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/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd906yNmjZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QwzmrHIa1O8/s1600-h/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323101837835275666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd906yNmjZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QwzmrHIa1O8/s400/190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, Chad is learning too! He now knows 3 songs!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd902dCvN8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9Upm5varnNo/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323101763433084866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd902dCvN8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9Upm5varnNo/s400/186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd90wzSkpxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Brob4cqw9ck/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323101666325866258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd90wzSkpxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Brob4cqw9ck/s400/185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted these today, as tonight will be another Music Night, this time at Terri and Aaron's new house! I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS-when the new band gets hugely famous, you will all get tickets to the show! (PS- we need a band name!) &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/3004938225144384784-396557466224312614?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/396557466224312614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-band-back-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/396557466224312614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/396557466224312614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-band-back-together.html' title='Getting the band back together'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sd91gKowNdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Mm_NLFRbl9A/s72-c/417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-4415709419277394122</id><published>2009-04-08T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:19:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad's flyby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here is Chad and 3 other "Top Dogs" from the 61st Fighter Squadron doing the Flyby at the Diamondbacks Home Opener. While you are looking up at it, Chad is the one on the left. Notice the shadows at the end down on the field. It's very cool! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am incredibly proud. I had no idea how hard it is to plan one of these things. The timing is down to the second. How do they know right when to flyby? There is a guy from the squadron, with a radio from inside the stadium, singing along with the anthem to them as they are approaching! Very high tech... Anyway, enjoy!  It's kinda hard to see, but it's the best I have!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30422178d73e1eb8" 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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30422178d73e1eb8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218304%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1513D9E81F37EB15A28B53DF239B6A2478D7D1C4.269D94C852AA7451483097765457A06AA87C44EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30422178d73e1eb8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTqSzTY4LVLQT1xQku1mCe6HDR08&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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30422178d73e1eb8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218304%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1513D9E81F37EB15A28B53DF239B6A2478D7D1C4.269D94C852AA7451483097765457A06AA87C44EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30422178d73e1eb8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTqSzTY4LVLQT1xQku1mCe6HDR08&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-4415709419277394122?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=30422178d73e1eb8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/4415709419277394122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/chads-flyby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/4415709419277394122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/4415709419277394122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/chads-flyby.html' title='Chad&apos;s flyby!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-778184282800301219</id><published>2009-04-07T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:44:12.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best thing ever. Buy one now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdwPWHco4AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d6Orh1j94R0/s1600-h/determined-chia-obama-290_buynow.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145732275789826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdwPWHco4AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d6Orh1j94R0/s320/determined-chia-obama-290_buynow.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is "Determined" Chia Obama&lt;br /&gt;This one is "Happy" Chia Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdwOwfO8bnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sslya74HQlY/s1600-h/happy-chia-obama-290_buynow.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322145085825773170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdwOwfO8bnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sslya74HQlY/s320/happy-chia-obama-290_buynow.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes we can! Yep, you too, can own your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chiaobama.com/"&gt;http://www.chiaobama.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not find it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; anymore though. Apparently they got complaints that it was racist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-778184282800301219?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/778184282800301219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-thing-ever-buy-one-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/778184282800301219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/778184282800301219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-thing-ever-buy-one-now.html' title='The best thing ever. Buy one now!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdwPWHco4AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d6Orh1j94R0/s72-c/determined-chia-obama-290_buynow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-6158149608781961824</id><published>2009-04-07T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:52:54.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_Uh3d6kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AqcStPQ8azQ/s1600-h/701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987375333501506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_Uh3d6kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AqcStPQ8azQ/s320/701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_OXYyESI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IkQ0eCSZHg4/s1600-h/699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987269441229090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_OXYyESI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IkQ0eCSZHg4/s320/699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; missed a Braves Opening Day in almost ten years. I always go with my brother Josh. I was a bit sad not to be able to do so this year. Above is a photo of Chad and I with Terri and Aaron (Ice), and a view from our suite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in lieu of going to Turner Field, we went to the D-Backs opening day, where they took on the Colorado Rockies. I went of course to watch Baseball, but also because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-game festivities. Chad did the flyover! Just as they finished the national anthem, ZOOM! Here comes 4 planes in perfect formation! The one on the left is Chad! (I will have a picture of that soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_aeEUO4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yPt02Tfztm0/s1600-h/684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987477392866178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_aeEUO4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yPt02Tfztm0/s320/684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also cool, as we got the VIP treatment! We got to sit in the Suite directly behind home plate, then the guys got to go stand on the Home dugout in the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; inning stretch to get introduced! It was so cool to see the crowd go crazy when they got introduced. People were visibly moved, cheering and thanking the guys for their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_jjG7UvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jsV6QZsHoHo/s1600-h/719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987633364816626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_jjG7UvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jsV6QZsHoHo/s320/719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some pics I will have later, you will see the players in the dugout all clapping for the guys. One player even tossed the Lt. Colonel (Rico) a ball! It was great.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_rSgjdnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Rf_h-SHo368/s1600-h/727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987766347855474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_rSgjdnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Rf_h-SHo368/s320/727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SduAGpipbSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FprcRMtPeT0/s1600-h/730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321988236387118370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SduAGpipbSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FprcRMtPeT0/s320/730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_412Vs6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/kUtS-75g19U/s1600-h/729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321987999172768674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_412Vs6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/kUtS-75g19U/s320/729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that! I am right behind Chad, and I took this when he was on the big screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321988368438831778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SduAOVeOqqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EtkR-Tnt67s/s320/736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-6158149608781961824?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/6158149608781961824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/opening-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6158149608781961824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6158149608781961824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/opening-day.html' title='Opening Day'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sdt_Uh3d6kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AqcStPQ8azQ/s72-c/701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5151967563890275500</id><published>2009-04-01T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:39:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time in 25 years...</title><content type='html'>As the title of this blog clearly states, something happened to me for the first time in 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding a horse yesterday, just trotting along, the horse stumbled and fell. He did a full somersault. While I was on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I am sitting here typing this, so I must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. (minus the sore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pinkie&lt;/span&gt; that I am not using to type with) Before I go any further, as that first paragraph was a little scary, I am OK. Really. I mean to say that I am miraculously OK. Sure, I am scraped up on my shoulder, hip, leg, and hand, and have many sore muscles and a very sore neck, but I am unbelievably OK. I only bled a little, and it was only on the previously mentioned pinkie finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me point out again, that this is the FIRST time a horse has ever fallen with me. We weren't jumping, we weren't galloping around like mad. We were just trotting. And he fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where I want to go with this, but let me start by talking to all of you horse-riding readers... NEVER EVER RIDE WITHOUT A HELMET. NEVER. This can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a religious person, per say, but as this event &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, I really have no one to thank for my safety but the big Guy or Girl upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scoured the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; looking for a photo that most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resembled&lt;/span&gt; what happened, and this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdOUKpeDMqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V7pUSMOu93Q/s1600-h/horsefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319758495506182818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdOUKpeDMqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V7pUSMOu93Q/s320/horsefall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdOUKpeDMqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V7pUSMOu93Q/s1600-h/horsefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdOUKpeDMqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V7pUSMOu93Q/s1600-h/horsefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the horse stumbled, I figured he would recover. When the ground got closer, I kicked my feet out of the stirrups and pushed off, tucked my head and neck and rolled away. The bystanders said that he missed falling on me by inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-be you a religious praying type person, or not, please send up a big thanks on my behalf today. I know I will!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-5151967563890275500?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5151967563890275500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-time-in-25-years.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5151967563890275500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5151967563890275500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-time-in-25-years.html' title='First time in 25 years...'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SdOUKpeDMqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V7pUSMOu93Q/s72-c/horsefall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-8692616410346151027</id><published>2009-03-23T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:35:51.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfOlT81EZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t2bXs0wLq4s/s1600-h/clancy4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445025540051346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfOlT81EZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t2bXs0wLq4s/s320/clancy4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfNLKifnvI/AAAAAAAAADI/V43EFAbavu0/s1600-h/clancy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316443476825448178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfNLKifnvI/AAAAAAAAADI/V43EFAbavu0/s320/clancy2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I had the opportunity to compete one of my student/friends horses in a show. She was signed up, got sick, and was going to scratch her entry. So in steps the B-team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfNRj51DCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/F-QAFbdzFjc/s1600-h/clancy3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316443586713422882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfNRj51DCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/F-QAFbdzFjc/s320/clancy3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Vickie's horse, Clancy. He is a 16 year old Irish Draft. (Clearly some Budweiser Clydesdale in there somewhere!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He finished with a score of 66, and the first place ribbon! (thanks to Ann for being the official show photographer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have read my last post, you will know that while I was doing this, Chad was cleaning our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316443194147500562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfM6te0chI/AAAAAAAAADA/Bu6TubKWxck/s320/clancy1.bmp" border="0" /&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/3004938225144384784-8692616410346151027?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/8692616410346151027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturdays-ride.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8692616410346151027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/8692616410346151027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturdays-ride.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Ride'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScfOlT81EZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t2bXs0wLq4s/s72-c/clancy4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5712121215808912838</id><published>2009-03-22T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:36:26.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #642</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScZTCYL60fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CV1O3tTq3bQ/s1600-h/Jamie+at+Luke+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316027710474736114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScZTCYL60fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CV1O3tTq3bQ/s320/Jamie+at+Luke+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had the busiest week ever. I did the morning show on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KNIX&lt;/span&gt; all week. That means I get up at 2:45 am, and get home around 10 am. I also had all my lessons and riding to do. That is about 20 hours a week. Then I volunteered to co-host a wives coffee with Cheyenne on Wednesday night. (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to it last December) Then I am moving my horse and had to meet and ride for the new farm owners as a try out Thursday at noon. Then I had the air show this week. That means be at the squadron at noon on Friday. Then I had a horse show on Saturday. Up at 6, ride 2 horses, coach two other students! Now today I am working at the airshow 9 - 2. WHEW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was so busy, that many other things got neglected. Some examples are the house, laundry, kitchen, dishes, floors, dogs, and The Chad. The other thing that was severely neglected was sleep. I think I averaged 4 hours for every 24 hour period for the last 7 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I used to have a busy schedule all of the time. I should be used to getting up early. Well, that is easy--- when you block out 3 hours of the day for a nap. I didn't have that luxury this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, by Saturday, things were a disaster. I had to get up at 6am to get out to the horse show. Chad woke up and asked if I wanted him to come with me, or could he stay home and study. I told him OF COURSE stay home and have some study time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 7 hours at the barn in the hot sun riding, I was a mess. There was nothing I could do about it. I was hungry and in a coma. I trudge home, barely able to speak. I am dusty, hungry, thirsty and exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I find when I walk in the house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house is immaculate. Laundry that was piled high is now neatly folded. Dishes that were stacked and over flowing in the sink are nowhere to be found. The recycle bin and trash cans are empty! Items that had dust on them are shining. Shelves that were in disarray are neatly placed in order. My closet - the tornado of shoes and clothes, is organized! Everything is CLEAN!!! Do you believe it!?!?!?!? I almost started crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make things more amazing, Chad had made me lunch! Grilled cheese and tomato soup. Then after lunch, I am sent to bed. Blissful sleep is to be mine. On the brand new clean sheets he just put on the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, reason #642 that I love The Chad. &lt;/div&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/3004938225144384784-5712121215808912838?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5712121215808912838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-642.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5712121215808912838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5712121215808912838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-642.html' title='Reason #642'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/ScZTCYL60fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CV1O3tTq3bQ/s72-c/Jamie+at+Luke+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-2608277602773169838</id><published>2009-03-15T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:20:05.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boyhood Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb5rqQt9fHI/AAAAAAAAACw/mg63bsS82oI/s1600-h/will-clark-si.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313802984130182258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb5rqQt9fHI/AAAAAAAAACw/mg63bsS82oI/s320/will-clark-si.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb3VATtp6PI/AAAAAAAAACo/n2nC0WvfxgI/s1600-h/atthegame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313637336635533554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb3VATtp6PI/AAAAAAAAACo/n2nC0WvfxgI/s320/atthegame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a baseball packed weekend for Chad and I here in Phoenix. Friday we attended the Brewers/Royals game, and Saturday we went to see the White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take on the Rangers. What an exciting game! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won it in the bottom of the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a walk-off GRAND SLAM! Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we drove all the way to Scottsdale to see the Giants (Chad's team) play the Royals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We purchased the usual cheap lawn tickets, but went on the hunt for some better seats. We started off sitting on the first base line, but in the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; inning, the ticket holders showed up. Since we had made friends with those sitting around us, the nicest guy (Greg Croisetiere, Thank You!) directed us to a friend of his with 2 extra seats... 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; row behind HOME PLATE! It was awesome. With the laid back nature of Spring Training, guys were hanging out outside the dugout during the game, cutting up with fans. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;That was when we saw Him. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;Chad's boyhood idol,&lt;strong&gt; Will "The Thrill" Clark&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;back story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I knew that The Thrill was Chad's favorite player, and I special ordered his jersey for him almost a year ago. (I had to get him out of that Bonds jersey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Chad was wearing that jersey when he saw Mr. Clark. Will, as we will now call him. Since we were so close to the field, Will saw Chad and I sitting together. I will now mention that I maintained my loyalty to the Braves, and was wearing my Braves jersey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad called out to Will, and showed him that he was wearing his jersey. He loved it. It was then that I knew my destiny for the day. Get that jersey signed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and went on a mission for a sharpie. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; found one at the Clubhouse Store, and after paying $4 for it(!) I headed back down to the seats. It was to be the best 4 bucks I would ever spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is what I heard when I sat back down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad-"You are not going to believe this. Will Clark and I were just talking about you!"&lt;br /&gt;Me-"Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;Random Fan sitting behind us-"It's true! They just had a conversation!"&lt;br /&gt;Me-"Seriously?! You just talked to Will Clark?!"&lt;br /&gt;Chad-"Yep. He was wondering what I was doing sitting with a chick in a Braves jersey. I told him you bought it for me, and were going to get a pen for him to sign it! He said he wasn't convinced, and was going to keep an eye on us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that The Thrill looked at me and asked "Did you get a pen?"&lt;br /&gt;I held it up, and sarcastically asked him if he would also sign my Braves jersey. He looked at me, laughed, and gave me a look that could best be described as HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make an already long story short, as the game continued, Chad and Will continued to talk. Fans were even coming up asking Chad if and how he knew him. It was awesome. Chad's excitement can't be described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the game ended, the following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; will display what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb3U4BALT0I/AAAAAAAAACg/CkbdGkKxNww/s1600-h/willsigns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313637194173992770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb3U4BALT0I/AAAAAAAAACg/CkbdGkKxNww/s320/willsigns2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will signing for the fans, and a view from our seats. (we ended up in the front row)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb3UwF_EqgI/AAAAAAAAACY/63uVrs0YAsA/s1600-h/willsigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313637058072586754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb3UwF_EqgI/AAAAAAAAACY/63uVrs0YAsA/s320/willsigns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mission accomplished. :) When we went to see him, he said "So you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made it, huh?" With Chad standing strangely silent behind me, we talked briefly, and I handed him the jersey. I asked him to make it out to Chad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the signature, I gave him a big hug, and that was when Chad thanked him. &lt;p&gt;Then Chad leaned over, and shook the hand of his boyhood Idol, Will "The Thrill" Clark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3004938225144384784-2608277602773169838?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/2608277602773169838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/boyhood-dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2608277602773169838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2608277602773169838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/boyhood-dream-come-true.html' title='A Boyhood Dream Come True'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sb5rqQt9fHI/AAAAAAAAACw/mg63bsS82oI/s72-c/will-clark-si.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-1719599147690620696</id><published>2009-03-10T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:59:10.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Family Guy</title><content type='html'>So many times you watch this show, and things just slide by...  Well, it was brought to my attention that Stewie, performing this, is a copy.  Awesome. (Stewie's is a little shorter for time, but you can almost play them together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Q4WRIjz4nk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Q4WRIjz4nk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How random is this?  This is where they got that from.  Please welcome, William Shatner!  How do they find this stuff!?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvQwXOCKNLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvQwXOCKNLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-1719599147690620696?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/1719599147690620696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-love-family-guy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1719599147690620696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/1719599147690620696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-love-family-guy.html' title='Why I love Family Guy'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-7438525208349583865</id><published>2009-03-09T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:20:45.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Training!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SbVbiz4JSgI/AAAAAAAAACA/JGVzaUt05Dc/s1600-h/camelback+ranch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311251989152745986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SbVbiz4JSgI/AAAAAAAAACA/JGVzaUt05Dc/s320/camelback+ranch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. So what do you do on a day like that? Yard work? I don't think so. Clean the house? Nope. Run errands? No thanks. On a beautiful, perfect Sunday in Arizona, there is only one thing to do. Forget all of your responsibilities and take in a spring training game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad, Goose (Danny) Monica and I headed over to Camelback Ranch to see the White Sox take on the Dodgers. Why that game, you ask? Many reasons.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SbVbwnaNTQI/AAAAAAAAACI/hbS4E9uZkeE/s1600-h/camelback+ranch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311252226324122882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SbVbwnaNTQI/AAAAAAAAACI/hbS4E9uZkeE/s320/camelback+ranch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Love him or hate him, he's just Manny being Manny. Maybe since he just re-signed with the Dodgers we would get to see him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Chad is a die hard Giants fan. That means he hates the Dodgers. So maybe we would see them lose! (at least he isn't a Mets fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Camelback Ranch is the new spring training home for the Dodgers and Sox, and it is SO CLOSE to our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Braves are in Florida in the Grapefruit league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. It's Baseball. Period.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SbVb4NCWstI/AAAAAAAAACQ/riu7J5NtE5w/s1600-h/camelback+ranch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311252356683707090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SbVb4NCWstI/AAAAAAAAACQ/riu7J5NtE5w/s320/camelback+ranch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we didn't see #1, but number 2 was a huge success. The Sox pelted the Dodgers 9-4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast packing a lunch, spreading out a blanket on the grass, and laying back to watch some baseball. Chad told me I was totally in my element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-7438525208349583865?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/7438525208349583865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-training.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/7438525208349583865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/7438525208349583865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-training.html' title='Spring Training!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SbVbiz4JSgI/AAAAAAAAACA/JGVzaUt05Dc/s72-c/camelback+ranch3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-404412135169904530</id><published>2009-03-06T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:34:58.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Band In The World.</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you that don't watch late night television, you are not alone. However, this week I have felt compelled to stay up (it's not as late out here as back in Atlanta) and watch David Letterman. The reason?&lt;br /&gt;It's the Man. The coolest man on the planet, in the coolest band in the world.&lt;br /&gt;What superstars would guest on a talkshow 5 nights in a row? Only the coolest band in the world.&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, David Letterman is known for his benchmark bit, the Top Ten list.&lt;br /&gt;The coolest band in the world participated in this.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIrPDV05SXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIrPDV05SXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-404412135169904530?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/404412135169904530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/coolest-band-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/404412135169904530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/404412135169904530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/coolest-band-in-world.html' title='The Coolest Band In The World.'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-5303147842948867051</id><published>2009-03-02T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:36:52.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sport of the Insane!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, Demure and I competed in our first "Eventing Derby." The sport of eventing consists of 3 phases, Dressage, Cross Country, and Showjumping. The eventing derby had dressage, then due to space issues, combines the latter two. The problem is, Cross country is meant to be ridden fairly aggressively, while showjumping takes more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finesse&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to just act as if it was all showjumping. My horse, apparently had other ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMU8lyaBI/AAAAAAAAABE/DPGczzZBedo/s1600-h/squarehalt!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308701983508686866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMU8lyaBI/AAAAAAAAABE/DPGczzZBedo/s320/squarehalt!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in to do dressage, and he did pretty well. This is the last move of our test, the halt and salute. As you can see, he halted perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick break and a tack and apparel change, we went out to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMi1ZuJ5I/AAAAAAAAABM/b_BVQoVeI4g/s1600-h/woah!turnahead!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702222097196946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMi1ZuJ5I/AAAAAAAAABM/b_BVQoVeI4g/s320/woah!turnahead!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMU8lyaBI/AAAAAAAAABE/DPGczzZBedo/s1600-h/squarehalt!.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mid course. We had to jump up this, then turn left and go up a bank. He was hauling butt at this point, and no amount of coaxing was going to slow him down! You can see I am trying to hold on to him, saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt; BUDDY, turn left!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMyytc7LI/AAAAAAAAABU/CfllOYWe19c/s1600-h/demuretryingtodrink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702496252554418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMyytc7LI/AAAAAAAAABU/CfllOYWe19c/s320/demuretryingtodrink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the task of jumping into and running through the water. While many horses hesitate at this, and some even refuse to enter the water, Demure clearly thought this was a time to take a break and have a drink! Keep in mind we are being timed, and will receive penalties if we go too slow!&lt;br /&gt;We received penalties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMH4oxSyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/86pwm16k5Cc/s1600-h/overjumpmuch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308701759109155618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMH4oxSyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/86pwm16k5Cc/s320/overjumpmuch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I learned we need work on is his jumping. It's not that he doesn't love his job. He loves it a bit too much. Demure, as I am learning, is quite athletic. He just could learn to jump more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;efficiently&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see, there is about 2 feet of space between his belly and the jump. Jumping correctly, there should be about two inches. If he would fold his knees a bit, he would be jumping a 3 foot fence, not the 5 foot fence he has made it out to be... (notice that I am sorta hanging on for dear life!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was my first eventing competition in Phoenix Arizona! We survived, and ended up in third place. Not too bad, I just wish it had been a little more smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not to rub it in or anything... But the temperature for this day was 88 degrees. In Atlanta, they got 3 inches of snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to Terri, Ann, Vickie, and Chad for coming out for support! (and thanks Ann for taking the photos!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-5303147842948867051?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/5303147842948867051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/sport-of-insane.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5303147842948867051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/5303147842948867051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/03/sport-of-insane.html' title='The Sport of the Insane!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaxMU8lyaBI/AAAAAAAAABE/DPGczzZBedo/s72-c/squarehalt!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-2981631519255520615</id><published>2009-02-24T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:33:18.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaRY6joDDDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HR1wV70Qcxw/s1600-h/Hawaii+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464023968156722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaRY6joDDDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HR1wV70Qcxw/s320/Hawaii+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago, Sunday, was the day my life changed. I was flying up to Philly to meet a dude... (I was bored and had nothing else to do) A guy sat next to me, and I was done. (I will have to post more to the story later...)   One year later, here I am sitting in Phoenix, AZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop reading now if you don't want to hear mushy stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Chad and my first anniversary. For those of you that know me, you know this to be a considerable milestone in a relationship for me! Here is how I know I picked the right guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night, we got to watch MY MOVIE picks. This never happens. So I went for it! It may never happen again, because the choices I made included Pride and Prejudice and Love Actually. Chad is a shoot-them-and-blow-up-everything kind of movie watcher... While I was knee-deep in Kyra Knightley drama, Chad was in the kitchen... What? Yep, he was cooking something and wouldn't let me help... Then he comes out with homemade-from-scratch Flan. Yes, FLAN. The custardy stuff with caramelized sugar. It was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up on Sunday, and it was MY choice again of what to do. So we loaded up my horse and one of my clients, and took them to the mountains and did 3 hours of trail riding in the White Tank Mountains. Then out for Sushi. All in all, it was an amazing weekend. He gets an A PLUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kinda makes me want to see what is in store for next anniversary, you know?!?! And that is another blog post for another day... I have NO idea where we will be in a year, I just know it will be with him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464422739934082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaRZRxKpe4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vijXmb42Fz8/s320/Hawaii+181.JPG" border="0" /&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/3004938225144384784-2981631519255520615?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/2981631519255520615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-year.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2981631519255520615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2981631519255520615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-year.html' title='One year!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SaRY6joDDDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HR1wV70Qcxw/s72-c/Hawaii+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-6705529949576025696</id><published>2009-02-05T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:11:47.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook... Wow.</title><content type='html'>So recently, everyone has been talking... About their Facebook. Following it on their phones, spending time on it at work, ect. Well, what the hell happened to MySpace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent so much time with it. I loved it, sorta. It was more of a love/hate thing. I made one for work at the radio station, and have kept adding photos from every event in my life since I started it! Now... I have to do it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not completely NEW to facebook. I started one a few years ago. Somehow though, I felt as if I was cheating on my Myspace life. I just couldn't do two. Just like I have never been able to date more than one guy at a time. I am a serial monogamist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, alas, I have caved in. Though I will always love you, Myspace, it's just too hard. I have to move on. Life will have to continue. I will always keep you around, as you are a holder of memories. I, however will now have to pledge most, if not all, of my love to facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-6705529949576025696?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/6705529949576025696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-wow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6705529949576025696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/6705529949576025696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-wow.html' title='Facebook... Wow.'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-7927533023639783673</id><published>2009-01-27T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:11:23.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX9OIN_9zZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkplisWZrHI/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296037589914865042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX9OIN_9zZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkplisWZrHI/s320/lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So LOST action is back in full swing, and we have LOST fever! Chad was a lostvirgin a few months ago, and so I took it as my responsibility to get him hooked. He was quickly sucked in after watching season one. Season two proved to be a bit more of a challenge. We got through it, with his interest waning. However, we just completed season 3 disc one, and he is back! It has been a blast watching all of these episodes with him all over again. It is so hard not to completely answer all of his questions (the ones I can, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that guy still fat?" "What is the black smoke?" "Who are the others?" "How is Kate so hot?" ect... I have done a good job keeping my mouth shut until now. I had to sequester myself in the other room to watch the first two hours of season 5. Damn, I can't wait until he catches up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have such LOST fever in the house, I found myself on Youtube this morning doing some searches. Then I stumbled across these. These are the audition tapes for the casting call. Yes, Jack read for Sawyer's part. Then you see him in the same video reading the part for Jack. Damn. They had to know then and there that he got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXrtvwqseu8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXrtvwqseu8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hurley read for Sawyer! It's amazing he got any role at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHcA_GbquQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHcA_GbquQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kate read... perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Koj93Api_4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Koj93Api_4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004938225144384784-7927533023639783673?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/7927533023639783673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-lost-action-is-back-in-full-swing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/7927533023639783673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/7927533023639783673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-lost-action-is-back-in-full-swing.html' title='LOST is back!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX9OIN_9zZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkplisWZrHI/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004938225144384784.post-2578917741688102907</id><published>2009-01-26T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:12:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX45qYQO33I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Z8tHr_DLh0/s1600-h/demure2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295733612062105458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX45qYQO33I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Z8tHr_DLh0/s320/demure2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX45iTqq8-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P6armbzhqcU/s1600-h/Demure1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295733473391866850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX45iTqq8-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P6armbzhqcU/s320/Demure1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what am I to do with it? I know, this is old news for many, but brand new to me! How exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been forwarding emails and photos to so many people since I moved here to Phoenix in August. So what the heck? I will just blog about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should start with today! This is my amazing Pony, Demure. He clearly is having a blast. (so was I) My student, Ann, was out with the camera and snapped these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the weather out here. Seriously, it's January 26th, and it's sunny and 68! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I will post this, and see what happens. Thanks for checking in!!!!&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/3004938225144384784-2578917741688102907?l=adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/feeds/2578917741688102907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2578917741688102907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004938225144384784/posts/default/2578917741688102907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjamiesteal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog!'/><author><name>Jamie Massey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277465700412066580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/Sa2WKubfiiI/AAAAAAAAABg/NpFYV3z99vE/S220/jamiedemure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E9EGTphlO1M/SX45qYQO33I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Z8tHr_DLh0/s72-c/demure2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
