<?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-29934731</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:12:00.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxs View</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/320/IMG_0006B.jpg" alt="" 
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align=Center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-5574114435115880241</id><published>2008-05-21T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:06.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the blog up and running, and will no longer post here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theherbolds.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theherbolds.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max... we miss you horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SDRFR7R6l7I/AAAAAAAAANE/daCnl-EoYZE/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SDRFR7R6l7I/AAAAAAAAANE/daCnl-EoYZE/s200/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859643792693170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SDRFSLR6l8I/AAAAAAAAANM/NEERN3Rbqs4/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SDRFSLR6l8I/AAAAAAAAANM/NEERN3Rbqs4/s200/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859648087660482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-5574114435115880241?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5574114435115880241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=5574114435115880241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5574114435115880241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5574114435115880241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-blog-up-and-running-and-will-no.html' title=''/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SDRFR7R6l7I/AAAAAAAAANE/daCnl-EoYZE/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-7253216903642907594</id><published>2008-05-20T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:22:05.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did not feel well at all yesterday, I got sick several times, and could not hold anything down.  They setup a vet appointment for me, man I hate going to the vet.  Dad tried to get me to come inside last night, but I thought it better to sleep outside.  He came out side and tried to give me a little bit of water, but I was not interested.  He wet my nose and sat outside with me for a bit till the bugs drove him inside.  Sometimes its good to have fur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I played a trick on Dad.  He got up early and checked on me, and I was still under the window.  He knocked on the window but I would not move.  Then dad ran outside to see if I was ok, but I was not there.  He was so confused it was great.  Mom found saw me laying in the grass, and dad ran over to check on me a bit relieved but confused.  Dad soon found that I was not there either, for I had passed a few hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mom broke down out side, and then had the toughest job so far.  They had to break the news of my death to the biped puppies.  They broke the news and all of them broke down.  Josh came out and pet me one more time.  They had a small service for me a few hours later, it was very sweet.  Dad threw in my squeakie toy, Meagan wrote me a great letter about all the things we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad and the biped puppies were a great family, and I enjoyed my time with them.  I proved to Mom and Dad that they would be great parents. I showed Josh what a furry friend could be, and how to handle loss.  I proved to Meagan that dogs are great pets, and can be just as loving as a cat.  She like the others are Learning how to handle loss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last blog, as I have other things to do now.  Dad will have get off his rump and start his own now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-7253216903642907594?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7253216903642907594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=7253216903642907594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7253216903642907594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7253216903642907594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-not-feel-well-at-all-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1405843909670847010</id><published>2008-05-17T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:56:46.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Launch.</title><content type='html'>Dad has been working with the biped puppies over the last week helping them make some small model rockets.  Well today dad and mom packed up the rockets the kids and even me and we went to fly them.  Meagan and Josh had their rocket land close by, and was able to run and get it.  Mom's rocket she called "Big Mama" landed a few houses down.  Dad few his rocket and landed each of them a few houses away.  One of them they never found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had fun, but I think it was a bit much for me, I don't feel so well, and am a very tired pup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1405843909670847010?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1405843909670847010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1405843909670847010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1405843909670847010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1405843909670847010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/05/rocket-launch.html' title='Rocket Launch.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-6287708258798607848</id><published>2008-05-11T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:07.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SCewebR6l6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/hZdATjOg_qU/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SCewebR6l6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/hZdATjOg_qU/s200/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199318331587991458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Moms special day, Mom wanted to go &lt;a href="http://www.arkansasstateparks.com/pinnaclemountain/"&gt;Pinnacle Mountain&lt;/a&gt; for the day.  I stayed at home and Mom and Dad took the biped puppies to go and climb up the 1,011 foot mountain.  Mom made it most of the way, but started to get a migraine near the top.  She found a nice warm spot in the sun and rested while Dad took the biped puppies to the top.  Dad took lots of pictures and you can find them on our picture page (link on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home the stopped and picked up some steaks, and Dad grilled Mom a great Mothers Day dinner.  This was the best part of the day, because I got the scraps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we will just see how sore they are in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-6287708258798607848?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6287708258798607848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=6287708258798607848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6287708258798607848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6287708258798607848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/SCewebR6l6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/hZdATjOg_qU/s72-c/IMG_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1340131641222400430</id><published>2008-05-08T18:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:49:38.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Dad and Mom picked up the biped puppies and then went to get groceries.  They stopped and got a bite to eat (and did not bring me anything back).  However they came back talking to the kids about parenting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently there were two couples in the restaurant who was letting their kids run a bit wild.  One kid was running laps in the restaurant, Dad resisted the urge to trip the kid as he ran by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kid, while technically in his seat, was allowed to to stand in his chair and bounce up and down while screaming at the top of his lungs.  While the parents had apparently evolved the ability to tune him out, the rest of the patrons and staff had not.  The dad would tell the child to sit down and cut it out, but due to the fact he never followed through, the child would return to his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biped puppies brought up the fact that would have been in a bunch of trouble if they had acted that way.  Mom then explained that as parents it is our job to ensure that their actions do not get to that point.  Dad further explained if two adults have two kids, and each kid runs out in the street after being told not to.  Each adult then explains to their own child the dangers of running out into the street, but they do it again.  One adult spanks his child, while the other talks to the child again.  Mom then asked what child was more likely to run out in the street.  Each child answered that the child who did not get a spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids then understood that some times parents need to be well.... parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Dad wanted to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4G7rQDg-BM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4G7rQDg-BM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/29934731-1340131641222400430?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1340131641222400430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1340131641222400430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1340131641222400430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1340131641222400430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-285444185394865497</id><published>2008-05-05T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:58:49.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap.</title><content type='html'>The weekend started a bit early, as dad took off for an Dr Apt on Friday.  When the biped puppies got out of school mom and dad picked them up and took them to see the movie "&lt;a href="http://movies.com/iron-man/d853933/action"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/a&gt;".  They each said that it was the best movie they had seen in a while, even Mom and Meagan enjoyed it proving it is just not a guys flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mom went down with a migraine, and then Dad started to get one when he and the bi-puppies were out to get a bite for lunch.  Dad waited out the vision issues in the parking lot, then drove home with the lunch.  They ate lunch then I watched the puppies     while Dad slept off the migraine on the couch and mom went back to bed.  Dad was ok by late afternoon, but just sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Mom was still down, so Dad took Josh and Meagan over to Granny and Grandpa's house for the afternoon to play with Ethan and Emma.  They had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad now has some catching up to do on outside work now with the yard, garden, and pond duties stacking up.  Maybe he will work on them today after work, so I can sit on the porch and watch.  I will keep my paws crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-285444185394865497?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/285444185394865497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=285444185394865497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/285444185394865497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/285444185394865497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-5104642371064443534</id><published>2008-04-22T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:39:07.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Work</title><content type='html'>Dad has been working hard out side over the last few days.  Mom, due to her headaches this weekend, was immune to dads forced labor.  However he forced the biped puppies out side to help him.  He even pushed me out of the door.  I did however get to sit on the porch and watch the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were able to shopvac clean out the stream... again.  They placed mulch around multiple rose bushes, and all through the newly planted flower bed and around the Lotus pots.  They still have some to go, but after it is all said and done, they will have used 30 cubic feet of mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other tasks that were completed was pepper and herb plants were planted that they will be able to enjoy later this year.  They also reworked a section of French drain that was between the stream and the house.  Dad also cut the yard, so that meant Josh and Meagan had to pick up toys out of the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ended with a water fight in the front yard with the water hose between Dad and the puppies.  I kept my distance because that is just to close to a bath for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a lot work was accomplished dad complained of sore mussels but seemed to work them out last night playing on the xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lotus's are just now breaking the surface of the water, and frogs and lizards have been seen.  Dad will start snapping pictures as things start to green up a bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-5104642371064443534?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5104642371064443534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=5104642371064443534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5104642371064443534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5104642371064443534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-work_22.html' title='Spring Work'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1214570913494768911</id><published>2008-04-11T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:07.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Floods in Mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_-oECR1IpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ERurxHG8TnM/s1600-h/Mo+Flood+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_-oECR1IpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ERurxHG8TnM/s200/Mo+Flood+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188050083038700178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa sent some pictures of the water levels in Mammoth Springs.  This shot is from 63 looking up stream to the waterfall. I will have dad dig up a older shot of the waterfall so you can compare the two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1214570913494768911?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1214570913494768911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1214570913494768911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1214570913494768911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1214570913494768911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/04/floods-in-mo.html' title='Floods in Mo'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_-oECR1IpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ERurxHG8TnM/s72-c/Mo+Flood+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-5502976329511175856</id><published>2008-04-08T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:53:29.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Work</title><content type='html'>Dad and I worked outside with the pond yesterday.  Well… truth be told, he worked and I supervised his work while laying in the shade of the front porch, like a good old southern dog.  Meagan even came out to help out some, but could not resist the evil glow of the tv for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad worked mainly on the stream.  He first vacuumed out all of the muck from the stream bed with the shopvac.  Dad said he wanted to change it up a bit, so he worked the rest of the time affixing a pot to the head of the stream for the water to flow out of.  He did it setup, but still has to finish up the rock work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was hurting some, and could not stand the sunlight, but she did do her part, by laying out the plants where she wants them.  Dad will put them in the ground when he gets some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw a friend from last year.  A lizard was seen sunning its self on a butterfly bush.  I wanted to play with him, but dad would not let me, so I sat on the porch and wined while dad shot a photo of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got hot for me, so I went in with the kids to watch some TV, and let dad continue the work till it got dark.  Serves him right for not letting me eat the lizard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-5502976329511175856?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5502976329511175856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=5502976329511175856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5502976329511175856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5502976329511175856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-work.html' title='Spring Work'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-5119569295143120151</id><published>2008-04-05T23:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:07.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_hWZ9G0B8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/yHk99ZT6ouo/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_hWZ9G0B8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/yHk99ZT6ouo/s200/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989974816982978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the family went over to Jason's house to help clean after last Thursdays tornado damage.  I stayed at the house so I would not get any glass or nails in my paws.  No one was hurt in the storm, just some damage to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_hh8tG0B9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/HO7n5cviVqU/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_hh8tG0B9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/HO7n5cviVqU/s200/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186002666445342674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad snapped a few pictures, the one I placed here is a reason why you take shelter in a room with no windows.  The other is a house in Jason's neighborhood. This was Jason's bedroom on the opposite side of the room from the window it came from.  I uploaded the rest of the pictures to my photo site, link on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-5119569295143120151?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5119569295143120151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=5119569295143120151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5119569295143120151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5119569295143120151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/04/storms.html' title='Storms'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_hWZ9G0B8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/yHk99ZT6ouo/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-2365791690171051322</id><published>2008-03-30T18:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:07.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Communion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_ApZtG0B7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/n2I4o8OfAdk/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_ApZtG0B7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/n2I4o8OfAdk/s200/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183688692685080498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a big day in our home.  Meagan had her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Communion"&gt;First Communion&lt;/a&gt; today.  The work started yesterday.  I had to have a bath, and Mom started work on the massive amounts of food.  Then today Mom and Dad's parents, and Mammaw (Mom's Grandmother) came out and went to mass to see Meagan take her First Communion.  Then they all came home for some great food and great conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all of my time looking for scraps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-2365791690171051322?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2365791690171051322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=2365791690171051322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2365791690171051322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2365791690171051322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-communion.html' title='First Communion'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R_ApZtG0B7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/n2I4o8OfAdk/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-4650487981231288310</id><published>2008-03-24T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:07.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R-jnfNG0B6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4AHqGugFSo8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R-jnfNG0B6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4AHqGugFSo8/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181645894569953186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Mom and Dad took the biped puppies over to Dads mothers house for Easter.  They first went to Mass, then started working on Lunch.  Jason and his family came over as well and they enjoyed  great food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch the kids enjoyed their Easter basket and looking for some eggs.  Mom started hurting very badly, to the point of tears, so they had to rush home.  Had I been there I could have licked her and made her feel better... but I stayed home and watched the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of the Easter trip can be found under the pictures link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-4650487981231288310?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4650487981231288310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=4650487981231288310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4650487981231288310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4650487981231288310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R-jnfNG0B6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4AHqGugFSo8/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-6202127309132952851</id><published>2008-03-22T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:08.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Drive Fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R-Wya9G0B5I/AAAAAAAAAME/lMmrZbYYcj4/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R-Wya9G0B5I/AAAAAAAAAME/lMmrZbYYcj4/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180743122509105042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day to celebrate Easter with moms side of the family.  However mom had a bad headache today so dad took the biped puppies over.  They ate some great food, did an egg hunt, and then rode go karts.   I have uploaded some pictures that dad took.  You can get to them by clicking on the photos link on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-6202127309132952851?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6202127309132952851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=6202127309132952851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6202127309132952851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6202127309132952851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-drive-fast.html' title='Lets Drive Fast.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R-Wya9G0B5I/AAAAAAAAAME/lMmrZbYYcj4/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1341793720210984389</id><published>2008-03-17T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:08.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R96RtuShkoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8vAlaGSiy-E/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R96RtuShkoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8vAlaGSiy-E/s200/Baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178736836228518530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a new biped cousin this morning.  Dads brother and sister in law had their baby girl last night, just before midnight.  Mya Danielle was 5 lbs 1 oz and 19 inches long.  Mom and Dad have not seen it yet, but reports are that she has a head of black hair.  I will post pictures as soon as I get my paws on some.  Mom and Dad are going to take the two biped puppies up to see the baby after they get out of school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that I have to stay home, but I am ok with that because they would not let me lick her so whats the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1341793720210984389?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1341793720210984389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1341793720210984389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1341793720210984389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1341793720210984389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-girl.html' title='Its a Girl.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R96RtuShkoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8vAlaGSiy-E/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-8335685237230993120</id><published>2008-03-13T19:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:08.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R9nGvuShknI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KfTlw9oFgLw/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R9nGvuShknI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KfTlw9oFgLw/s200/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177387769820975730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Snow to thunderstorms.  Even though I hate thunder, I sat out on the porch with Dad and the biped puppies and watched as a spring thunderstorm rolled just north of the house.  Dad went in and got the camera and took some pictures.  He caught a bolt.  I could have caught one, but dad would not let me off the porch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-8335685237230993120?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8335685237230993120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=8335685237230993120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8335685237230993120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8335685237230993120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-storms.html' title='March Storms'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R9nGvuShknI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KfTlw9oFgLw/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-2765193924948622695</id><published>2008-03-07T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:08.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Snow</title><content type='html'>Got to love the weather changes.  Here it is March and yesterday all the weatherman were saying 4-9 inches of snow by the end of today.  Well the kids got up this morning all excited... and nothing was on the ground but water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the weatherman kept saying the snow was still on its way.  However the biped puppies still had to school.  Josh was in the shower and I was eating my breakfast when the news finally said their school was closed.  However still no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R9HFgeShkmI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZDuxZacPY8o/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R9HFgeShkmI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZDuxZacPY8o/s200/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175134608502657634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The snow started in the morning and by 3:00 we had about 2" of snow on the ground.  Mom and dad took the biped puppies out in the front to build some snow men.  Mom and Dad and the kids had a great time.  Even went the extra mile and broke out the colored syrup for some extra details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see all the pictures dad took by clicking on the photo link on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-2765193924948622695?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2765193924948622695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=2765193924948622695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2765193924948622695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2765193924948622695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-snow.html' title='March Snow'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R9HFgeShkmI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZDuxZacPY8o/s72-c/IMG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-7043596986802265737</id><published>2008-03-03T13:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:31:43.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A working weekend.</title><content type='html'>The weather was nice so we spent a lot of time outside this weekend.  Dad spent Friday afternoon cleaning up the small stream and getting the area around the pond cleaned up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the day Saturday was then spent cleaning up the yard.  Picking up the pine cones and the sticks, and all the pine needles.   The kids enjoyed being outside, as did I.  However my sensitive nose does not like the smell of the burning pine needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I slept in with mom who was down with a migraine.  Dad and the biped puppies went to mass and Sunday school.  Dad and Josh then spent the afternoon helping a neighbor cut up a tree that the wind had knocked over a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storms are rolling through today, it is a good day to catch up on my dog naps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-7043596986802265737?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7043596986802265737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=7043596986802265737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7043596986802265737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7043596986802265737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/03/working-weekend.html' title='A working weekend.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1529449449505197869</id><published>2008-02-26T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:51:28.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Itches.</title><content type='html'>This last weekend Josh had his birthday party with 10 or so kids from school.  I spent the 3 hours in Mom and Dads room where it was safe.  While Josh had a blast, I think Dad is going to have the kids narrow down the parties to one friend and let them spend the night.  Meagan and Josh played so hard on the trampoline that they were sore the next day.  Meagan even woke up in the night with leg cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire family is itching for spring.  Dad is ready to get the stream flowing again, and clean up the pond area.  I love it when they work in the front yard, as I get to sit on the porch and watch them dig (something that I get into trouble over.) The bulbs that mom and dad planted along the driveway are coming up, and that has mom excited.  I think the biped puppies are also tired of being inside all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1529449449505197869?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1529449449505197869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1529449449505197869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1529449449505197869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1529449449505197869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring-itches.html' title='Spring Itches.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-7560831554159632527</id><published>2008-02-18T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:23:00.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu</title><content type='html'>It all started Sunday.  Meagan did not feel well and was running a temperature.  Mom took her to the Doctor today and they confirmed it was the Flu.  So she spent the day on the couch watching TV and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my furry butt outside where it was safe... not safe from Meagan, but safe from all the sanitizer dad is making everyone use.  Do you know what the smell does for my sensitive nose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-7560831554159632527?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7560831554159632527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=7560831554159632527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7560831554159632527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7560831554159632527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/02/flu.html' title='The Flu'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-101337381313954850</id><published>2008-02-16T11:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:08.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R7cc-98aUAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-r7WKmUIySA/s1600-h/John+Jr+in+the+sun+1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R7cc-98aUAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-r7WKmUIySA/s200/John+Jr+in+the+sun+1971.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167630965536346114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well today is the 16th of February and do you know what that is?  It is dads birthday.  He turned 37 today.  Not only is that getting very close to 40, and I am saying he can see almost the entire number now he is so close to being over that hill...  Wait what is that in dog years....   259 in dog years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-101337381313954850?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/101337381313954850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=101337381313954850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/101337381313954850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/101337381313954850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R7cc-98aUAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-r7WKmUIySA/s72-c/John+Jr+in+the+sun+1971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-4441545865700696531</id><published>2008-01-31T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:51:27.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It is sleeting and raining today, so I had the time to update moms beaded necklace blog with some pictures of her latest necklaces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the link on the right column under links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-4441545865700696531?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4441545865700696531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=4441545865700696531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4441545865700696531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4441545865700696531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-5533369436838073997</id><published>2008-01-29T06:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:09.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Beads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R58jrL7y3rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7pr9xtDcnIo/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R58jrL7y3rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7pr9xtDcnIo/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160882922834812594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I snapped some pictures while dad was at work of some of his first beads that he made.  The pictures are not great as it was hard to hold the camera still with my wee little paws for something so small.  Technically not his first beads, as most of them broke when he was trying to get them off of the mandrel.  But these are from his second and third attempts.  While the beads look large in the photos, most are about 1/2" wide by an inch long max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R58jrr7y3sI/AAAAAAAAAII/CWBg3PvrXCg/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R58jrr7y3sI/AAAAAAAAAII/CWBg3PvrXCg/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160882931424747202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still has a way to go, but he is getting better at it.  He has learned how to get the glass beads off the metal mandrels without breaking them.  He has also learned to stay further back in the flame so he does not get the glass to hot and discolor it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R58js77y3tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3YJZVzuJczY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R58js77y3tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3YJZVzuJczY/s200/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160882952899583698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know he will get better at it the more he does it, but he has some beads now that mom can start using in her necklaces if she wishes.  If she does I will post some pictures of the finished product on her bead blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-5533369436838073997?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5533369436838073997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=5533369436838073997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5533369436838073997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5533369436838073997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-beads.html' title='First Beads'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R58jrL7y3rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7pr9xtDcnIo/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-9086691522062802587</id><published>2008-01-25T14:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:05:39.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs...</title><content type='html'>Well I was thinking... I have been having trouble keeping this blog up to date.  I am finding more and more that I am enjoying the fireplace so much that I like to park my furry tail in front of it and take some long naps.  So I figured what was the best thing to do to free some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start another blog!  So I did... in the links to the right, you will find a link to my new blog, where I am going to try to keep up with moms bead work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-9086691522062802587?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/9086691522062802587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=9086691522062802587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9086691522062802587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9086691522062802587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogs.html' title='Blogs...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-6622086918338545942</id><published>2008-01-13T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:09.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R417hEmmMnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wPaHDdcSwCc/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R417hEmmMnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wPaHDdcSwCc/s200/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155912956510614130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad has started playing with fire... again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time with glass.  He has started making beads for mom to use when she makes beaded necklaces.  At this point he is using a MAPP torch to melt glass around a mandrel, then adding colored glass to it and making a design.  As you can see from the pic, it is very pretty when it is hot and runny like thick honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets count the ways dad has played with fire in some way with his hobbies.  1) Firearms, 2) High Power Rocketry, 3) Pyrotechnics, and now Lamp work.  I still think I am missing a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is having fun, but so far the beads look a bit rough.  However mom has taken some pictures of her work.  You can find them by using the photo link on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-6622086918338545942?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6622086918338545942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=6622086918338545942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6622086918338545942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6622086918338545942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/01/fiire-and-glass.html' title='Fire and glass'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R417hEmmMnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wPaHDdcSwCc/s72-c/IMG_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-9033860351825543121</id><published>2008-01-12T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:10.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R4rrGUmmMmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aZebTc-GGrI/s1600-h/0112081108-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R4rrGUmmMmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aZebTc-GGrI/s200/0112081108-00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155191217321292386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well Mom and Dad sent the biped puppies to Granny and Grandpa's house Friday night.  After a nice date night, they got up early and went to go see a live broadcast of an NPR show &lt;a href="http://www.notmuch.com/"&gt;Whad'Ya Know&lt;/a&gt;?  They had a blast listening to the jokes, as well as listening to the local guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guest was Governor Mike BeeBe, who was quick on his feet, a had a great sense of humor, and was able to hold his own against the host Michael Feldman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next local guest was the CEO of &lt;a href="http://www.heifer.org/"&gt;Heifer International&lt;/a&gt;, who did a great job explaining the great work they do in the US and and in so many countries out side of the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next guest is the owner of the great local BBQ the &lt;a href="http://www.wholehogcafe.com/"&gt;Whole Hog&lt;/a&gt;.  It was funny watching several members of the band get up and get them selves some BBQ before they were done bringing it out.  They counted the base player getting at least seconds... after all it is great BBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-9033860351825543121?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/9033860351825543121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=9033860351825543121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9033860351825543121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9033860351825543121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-much-you.html' title='Not Much You...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/R4rrGUmmMmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aZebTc-GGrI/s72-c/0112081108-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-390250214589636322</id><published>2007-12-10T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:50:01.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>This weekend was Meagan's birthday party.  She invited all the cousins as well her class mates from school.  We had about twelve kids total.  At least that what I think. I got to spend the party in Mom and Dads room sleeping on the bed.  Pictures can be found on the photo link on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-390250214589636322?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/390250214589636322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=390250214589636322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/390250214589636322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/390250214589636322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-4591881681855875580</id><published>2007-12-04T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:41:37.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Theology and Legos</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad a great laugh yesterday.  The kids had done well getting ready for school yesterday morning so Mom rewarded them by allowing them to play the Xbox.  They chose the game Lego Star Wars.  In this game two players can play at the same time, so mom felt it was a good choice as there would not be any "My Turn" fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit an argument broke out between the two biped puppies.  Meagan was complaining that Josh kept killing her character.  Mom having observed the entire problem, pointed out to Meagan that she over and over again, kept walking up to Josh's character and using her character to slap his, and he was just getting her back.  Meagan having remembered a discussion in the car from a few days ago replied:  "But Josh is the one that sinned because he did not turn the other cheek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the laughter stopped, Mom then explained that first off this is a video game.  Second had this occurred in the real world, Meagan would also be at fault for hitting in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-4591881681855875580?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4591881681855875580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=4591881681855875580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4591881681855875580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4591881681855875580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/12/theology-and-legos.html' title='Theology and Legos'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-6733722416583379691</id><published>2007-11-04T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:10.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pea Ridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5Yxl0demI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K2awER7NY1I/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5Yxl0demI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K2awER7NY1I/s200/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129134634610555490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back from Eureka Springs, Mom, Dad, and the biped puppies stopped by the Civil War battle site of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Pea_Ridge"&gt;Pea Ridge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves seemed to be a bit past prime, but were still colorful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-6733722416583379691?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6733722416583379691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=6733722416583379691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6733722416583379691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6733722416583379691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/11/pea-ridge.html' title='Pea Ridge'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5Yxl0demI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K2awER7NY1I/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-9124203075637830641</id><published>2007-11-04T15:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:10.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>60th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5TIV0deiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0FHcNwkeECA/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5TIV0deiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0FHcNwkeECA/s200/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129128428382812706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad took the biped puppies for a long weekend to Eureka Springs for Granny's birthday.  They drove up on Thursday and and enjoyed a nice cabin with Granny, Grandpa, Jason and his family.   Grandma's sister Kay drove up with her husband Frank and daughter Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5TH10dehI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tVcfHpd0SzA/s1600-h/Cabin_View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5TH10dehI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tVcfHpd0SzA/s200/Cabin_View.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129128419792878098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was view of Beaver lake from the back of the porch.  The trees were in the middle of changing colors, and made for a great background to the group photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-9124203075637830641?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/9124203075637830641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=9124203075637830641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9124203075637830641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9124203075637830641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/11/60th.html' title='60th'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ry5TIV0deiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0FHcNwkeECA/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-4011151532498542145</id><published>2007-10-31T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:11.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RylANl0deeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TL-opBavckI/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RylANl0deeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TL-opBavckI/s200/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127700252972644834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad took the two biped puppies to the fall festival hosted by the city of Bryant.  It was just what you would expect from a small town fall festival, down the local fire department having a bonfire.  The kids had a great time.  Josh dressed up as a zombie and Meagan sported a cat costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RylAN10defI/AAAAAAAAAG0/21aQbYd9eO8/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RylAN10defI/AAAAAAAAAG0/21aQbYd9eO8/s200/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127700257267612146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biped puppies enjoyed the games, including the old fashioned bobbing for apples.  Dad caught a great shot of Josh coming up empty mouthed.  Meagan went in for the kill, and came up with an apple, but due to dead camera batteries, dad missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RylAOV0degI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wLYN_BnEnY0/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RylAOV0degI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wLYN_BnEnY0/s200/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127700265857546754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bipeds also enjoyed a hay ride with mom.  However this hay ride was a haunted one, with people dressed up jumping out of the woods.  After the ride they warmed up by the bonfire, then hit the booths again before heading home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-4011151532498542145?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4011151532498542145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=4011151532498542145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4011151532498542145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4011151532498542145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RylANl0deeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TL-opBavckI/s72-c/IMG_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1828437788596185269</id><published>2007-10-28T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:11.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RyTc1l0decI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DO6GSv0DtlE/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RyTc1l0decI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DO6GSv0DtlE/s200/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126465089097791938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well… Mom, Dad and the biped puppies spent this weekend in Prim, Arkansas.  They took Kim’s parents to a little cabin nestled in a valley with its own personal water fall called &lt;a href="http://www.longbowresorts.com/pages/5/index.htm"&gt;longbow cabins&lt;/a&gt;.  How is that for a view from the back window?  Poppa took the ATV up and gave the kids rides up and down the roads.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RyTc2F0dedI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aPc10jOHHYA/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RyTc2F0dedI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aPc10jOHHYA/s200/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126465097687726546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also did some hiking along the nice quiet stream.  However dad went out early Saturday morning to get some real quiet time in with out the kids and to take some pictures.  The biped puppies had a blast, jumping from rock to rock over the stream, and collecting rocks to throw in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1828437788596185269?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1828437788596185269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1828437788596185269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1828437788596185269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1828437788596185269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-out.html' title='Weekend Out'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RyTc1l0decI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DO6GSv0DtlE/s72-c/IMG_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-2728332597666096069</id><published>2007-10-19T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:11.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woven Throw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RxkvMLIanSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/26jXp6WFTeo/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RxkvMLIanSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/26jXp6WFTeo/s200/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123177937303674146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Christmas Dad got mom a coupon for a custom made throw.  Well due to life being in the way, and putting off selecting a picture, they redeemed the coupon a couple of weeks ago.  Well they just got the 54" by 70" trow this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad love it.  The picture is woven in to the throw, not painted or printed on it.  It is 100% cotton, and even washable.  Dad found it at the Discovery.Com store, but they no longer have it, and you can not buy it directly from the company.  The problem now is finding someone who they can buy the coupons from now.  So if you know of anybody please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-2728332597666096069?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2728332597666096069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=2728332597666096069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2728332597666096069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2728332597666096069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/10/woven-throw.html' title='Woven Throw'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RxkvMLIanSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/26jXp6WFTeo/s72-c/IMG_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-3744916963870785357</id><published>2007-10-10T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:17:23.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all fun and games till someone cries.</title><content type='html'>It all started the other night Josh tried (and succeeded to some degree) to scare dad.  It was the kids bedtime and after the nightly prayer and everyone had done their one good thing about today and their one bad thing about today.  Josh hid behind his door, and jumped out to scare dad when he came in to tuck him in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know my owner at all, you know he was not going to let this go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights later it was Meagan’s turn to clean off the table thus Josh was told to go get in the shower, but first place the clothes into the dryer from the washer.  Dad then saw this as the perfect chance to get the biped puppy back.  Dad slipped out of the room and hid in the dark behind the bathroom door… and waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while dad heard the hall lights clicking on, as neither child can walk past a light switch and leave it in the off position.  When dad heard the rustling and saw the bedroom light kick on, he peeked around the door and said boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mush to dads surprise Meagan with a scared look on her face was in mid air, and the crumpled to the ground crying.  After major consoling the tears stopped.  Then Dad and Meagan derived a plan to get Josh back two fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad instructed Meagan to lay face down the bed because she could not stop laughing.  Dad yelled for Josh in a very loud and deep tone indicating that he was in major trouble.  When he entered the room he saw Meagan lying on the bed and assumed she was crying.  He tried to ask what he had done wrong, but dad instructed him to just quit, as he knew what he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dad lifted Josh over his lap, he noticed the gears turning in his eyes trying to nail down just what it was that Dad had found out.  After being placed over his lap Dad then whispered in his ear… “Did I get you back for hiding behind the door?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a look of such relief and laughing Josh could only reply that “I think I peed a little.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point Meagan rolled over grinning ear to ear, and three proceeded to wrestle on the bed till Mom broke it up and ushered the two bipeds to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-3744916963870785357?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3744916963870785357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=3744916963870785357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3744916963870785357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3744916963870785357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-all-fun-and-games-till-someone.html' title='Its all fun and games till someone cries.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-2764957141040292289</id><published>2007-10-08T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:11.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Nights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RwpO6ZDeVgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jhleg974SB4/s1600-h/famine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RwpO6ZDeVgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jhleg974SB4/s200/famine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118990691524826626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Josh have continued to play every penny out of the new version of Halo.  They have finished the game on normal and went back through it on the next harder setting of Heroic.  While going through the game on Heroic they found the skulls that were hidden in the game.  Now they are going back through with some of the skulls turned on, trying to get some of the point achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it all off… Dad has also been playing on line with some friends trying to complete the game on Legendary (The hardest setting).  So what does all this mean for those of us not infected with the flood?  This means mom got to spend a lot of time reading, and Meagan playing her DS.  Mom is cool with it so far because dad has been very conscience to still spend time with the family.  However that might come to abrupt end if dad’s halo dreams continue and cause him to melee her in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-2764957141040292289?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2764957141040292289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=2764957141040292289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2764957141040292289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2764957141040292289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-nights.html' title='Long Nights...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RwpO6ZDeVgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jhleg974SB4/s72-c/famine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1539401586281420460</id><published>2007-09-25T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:12.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rvp3h2RdY-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/n1OoFMo1Q-A/s1600-h/halo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rvp3h2RdY-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/n1OoFMo1Q-A/s200/halo-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114531750220751842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just was not right tonight.  Meagan slept with mom, and Dad slept on the blowup mattress in the den, with Josh on the couch.  I slept on the floor beside dad.  He and Josh got up at about 11:15 and headed to the local GameStop to pick up their new copy of Halo 3 that went on sale at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Dad stood in line with about a hundred others to get their copy.  They were back to the hose by 12:30 and started playing the game.  They played till about 3, then to Josh's dismay, Dad shut down the 360 and He and Josh went back to sleep.  They woke back up at about 8:00 and continued to play Halo till it was time to break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom now has the TV, so Josh has to find something else to do, and I can get some sleep with out all of the gun and laser fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1539401586281420460?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1539401586281420460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1539401586281420460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1539401586281420460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1539401586281420460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/09/odd-night.html' title='Odd night.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rvp3h2RdY-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/n1OoFMo1Q-A/s72-c/halo-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1905118323246951283</id><published>2007-09-19T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:12.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13 years ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RvHYc0RoYzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kHXBfDGd3Qs/s1600-h/1994-09-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RvHYc0RoYzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kHXBfDGd3Qs/s200/1994-09-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112105041622754098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 13 years ago this weekend, a young couple in love recited their wedding vows and formalized their love in front of many family members and friends.  It was a special event, even if I had not blessed them with my furry love.  I however make up for not being there by blessing their every day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1905118323246951283?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1905118323246951283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1905118323246951283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1905118323246951283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1905118323246951283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/09/13-years-ago.html' title='13 years ago.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RvHYc0RoYzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kHXBfDGd3Qs/s72-c/1994-09-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-2550009069220095949</id><published>2007-09-17T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:59:00.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful weekend</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful weekend.  Mom, dad and the biped puppies hit it early Saturday.  The first thing dad did was to get rid of a snake for a neighbor.  After the dispatching Mom and Dad started planting over 120 bulbs along the main driveway.  It was a good stretch of work, but when the come up in the spring it should be very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even let me stay out in the front yard with them, they did however have me on a runner that was tied off to the water hose.  Like they don't trust me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday they spent the day at Granny and Grandpa's house, so I had the day to my self and caught up on some sleep from the hard day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh has earned the xbox 360 back, after loosing it because of a lie he told dad.  Just in time with the launch of Halo 3 next week.  I hope he keeps up the good work, because I don't want to hear the crying that will take place if he looses it and does not get to play Halo 3 at launch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-2550009069220095949?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2550009069220095949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=2550009069220095949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2550009069220095949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2550009069220095949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-weekend.html' title='Beautiful weekend'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-3637644821247356846</id><published>2007-09-13T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:35:15.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.... busy.... busy!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while, but I have been a busy dog.  The human next door, is having a lot of work done in her front yard, and her summer house across the street.  There has been over a week of backhoes working from early morning to about nine or ten at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad can't understand why I still have a voice, as I have been doing my part with the the other dogs in the neighborhood shouting k-9 obscenities at the workers.  However he has had enough of my outside and back inside demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick note on the biped puppies.  They are doing good in school, enjoying the learning and the friends.  However Josh has lost the 360 on weekdays because he did not tell Mom and Dad about a test, Dad had been asking about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-3637644821247356846?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3637644821247356846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=3637644821247356846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3637644821247356846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3637644821247356846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy.... busy.... busy!'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-3304312705640311298</id><published>2007-08-22T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:20:28.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>All is quiet now at home.  Well at least during the day.  The two biped puppies are now back in school, so Mom and I have the house to our self.  She has even been taking me for walks down the street in the morning before it gets to hot outside.  This way when the temperature gets in the triple digits in the afternoon, I am just sitting in the nice cool house watching Mom clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good life.  Well at least until the tail stompers get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-3304312705640311298?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3304312705640311298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=3304312705640311298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3304312705640311298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3304312705640311298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-5057782082449000252</id><published>2007-08-17T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:40:11.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 8</title><content type='html'>After dealing with the unorganized, rude and unprofessional US Airways employees at the LaGuardia Airport, Mom, Dad and the biped puppies made it home today!  They landed about 5:30 and then after getting their luggage, they hauled tail to Josh and Meagan's open house at the school.  They split up, Mom and Meagan headed to her new class, and Dad and Josh headed to his.  They made it just in time,  to talk very quickly to the new teachers before they closed the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biped puppies will enjoy their school year.  I know I will enjoy the quiet and alone time with mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-5057782082449000252?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5057782082449000252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=5057782082449000252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5057782082449000252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5057782082449000252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-8.html' title='NYC - Day 8'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-8717186483903359890</id><published>2007-08-15T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:34:30.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 7</title><content type='html'>Dad went to work at midnight, and did got get off till Two in the afternoon.  So it was another case of not much sight seeing.  They did go and grab a bite to eat, and hit the  bed early for day 8 will be the flights home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-8717186483903359890?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8717186483903359890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=8717186483903359890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8717186483903359890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8717186483903359890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-7.html' title='NYC - Day 7'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-275702774697355517</id><published>2007-08-14T04:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:38:26.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 6</title><content type='html'>Dad had to be at work today at two in the morning, and did not get off work till about two, so not much was done today as far as site seeing goes.  However the this did give mom a chance to rest up and the kids a chance to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad packed up the kids and took them to see the Simpson's movie.  They got a big kick out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-275702774697355517?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/275702774697355517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=275702774697355517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/275702774697355517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/275702774697355517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-6.html' title='NYC - Day 6'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-8900865458244884031</id><published>2007-08-14T04:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T04:26:51.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 5</title><content type='html'>Dad had to work some today, so they took it easy today and went shopping.  They headed a north east a bit, and went to a shopping mall called the &lt;a href="http://www.palisadescenter.com/content.asp?contenttype=Shopping_Entertainment"&gt;Palisades&lt;/a&gt;.  Kim picked up several things as did Josh and Meagan.  But they really hit the fan when the found the Lego store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were putting in a new store for Orange County Choppers, and had two motorcycles in the window.  One was a New York Yankees themed bike and the other was built for the &lt;a href="http://www.wish.org/?sourceID=05GOMAD1124"&gt;make a wish foundation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-8900865458244884031?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8900865458244884031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=8900865458244884031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8900865458244884031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8900865458244884031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-5.html' title='NYC - Day 5'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-9176881835944953550</id><published>2007-08-12T17:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:13.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RsFpBwMRmPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Rk-2WE7kOp8/s1600-h/NYC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RsFpBwMRmPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Rk-2WE7kOp8/s200/NYC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098471731997284594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Mom, Dad and the kids hit it early.  This time they headed down the south tip of Manhattan. They started with a walk down Wall street.  From there they walked along the pier to the Staten Island Ferry.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RsFpAQMRmOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jJ-Temf5y-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RsFpAQMRmOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jJ-Temf5y-Q/s200/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098471706227480802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staten Island Ferry goes by the Statue of Liberty, so the bipeds got to see the symbol that so many immigrants longed to see.  On the ferry return trip they got a great view of the NYC skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ferry trip, they took a stroll through Battery park.  Here they saw street vendors and street artist selling their goods. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RsFqhAMRmQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vpXCK5mXrj8/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RsFqhAMRmQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vpXCK5mXrj8/s200/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473368379824386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  From Battery Park they headed North up Broadway.  After a bite to eat for lunch, the kids got an ice cream and mom and dad tried a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jellato"&gt;Gellato&lt;/a&gt;.  And they fell in love with the icy goodness.  They also stopped by the site of the World Trade Center.  While moving the experience was cheapened by all of the street vendors who were hocking their cheap merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued up Broadway to City Hall park.  After a quick rest they continued on hitting a few stores on the way then calling it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-9176881835944953550?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/9176881835944953550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=9176881835944953550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9176881835944953550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9176881835944953550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-4.html' title='NYC - Day 4'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RsFpBwMRmPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Rk-2WE7kOp8/s72-c/NYC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-3760337672986776535</id><published>2007-08-11T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:14.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5N-wMRmKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MSNy_v7HOfI/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5N-wMRmKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MSNy_v7HOfI/s200/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097597568713595042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5MQAMRmJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uy3ItSUILJI/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5MQAMRmJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uy3ItSUILJI/s200/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097595666043082898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family hit it hard and early today.  They took the train to Penn station, then started their tour of NYC on foot.  Not counting all of the stops they walked for about 5 miles.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5PbAMRmLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9aFftE5sIxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5PbAMRmLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9aFftE5sIxQ/s200/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097599153556527282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was the Empire State Building.  The biped puppies while were in awe with the size of the building.  They were more impressed with the three story Build A Bear!  Meagan used some of her money to build a new stuffed puppy dog named "Crystal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was St. Patrick's Cathedral.  They only looked around but there was a Mass in session, so they did not stay long.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5RSQMRmMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qGDwgpZXqzw/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5RSQMRmMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qGDwgpZXqzw/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097601202255927490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then went into FAO Schwarz.  The kids were amazed at the all of life sized stuffed animals. But then they saw the floor piano demo, and Meagan wanted to try it.  She got inline and ended up going with three guys in their 20's.  Meagan took off running slid down the keys, and they all yelled sweet, and then all four took turns sliding down the keys!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5VEwMRmNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HWcpcx6axPE/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5VEwMRmNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HWcpcx6axPE/s200/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097605368374204626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also quickly hit Trump Tower, the Disney store, Rockefeller Center, an M &amp; M store, the Neintendo store, and Rockefeller Center.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued down Broadway till they hit times square.  There Josh lost his mind when they walked into a 4 story Toys R Us.  After that, they headed back to Penn Station, and then back to the hotel for some much needed rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-3760337672986776535?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3760337672986776535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=3760337672986776535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3760337672986776535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3760337672986776535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-3.html' title='NYC - Day 3'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rr5N-wMRmKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MSNy_v7HOfI/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-915089971796142814</id><published>2007-08-10T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:14.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rrz0OwMRmHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PUB4oMevKDI/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rrz0OwMRmHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PUB4oMevKDI/s200/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097217412568291442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad and the biped puppies headed into NYC and visited the &lt;a href="http://www.amnh.org/home/?gclid=CMCSj7aK7I0CFQ9THgodPzBJxQ"&gt;Museum of Natural History&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a rainy day and the temperature dropped to 57 today, so it was a good day to spend in the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot of Josh and Meagan in front of the statue that they saw in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477347/"&gt;Night At the Museum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad also found a statue that he thought would look great on his desk at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rrz0PAMRmII/AAAAAAAAAE0/n_61yiTFyJA/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rrz0PAMRmII/AAAAAAAAAE0/n_61yiTFyJA/s200/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097217416863258754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-915089971796142814?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/915089971796142814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=915089971796142814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/915089971796142814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/915089971796142814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-2.html' title='NYC - Day 2'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rrz0OwMRmHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PUB4oMevKDI/s72-c/IMG_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-8455695349599093820</id><published>2007-08-10T17:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:32:33.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Mom, Dad and the two biped puppies went to New York City today.  They flew into Laguardia and a 20 mile drive turned into close to an hour and half.  Dad said that NYC was on his list of places where he would like to visit, but would not to want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent the day driving around the hotel, and the few towns close by to see what all is close.  Dad was just thankful he had the GPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day hot part of the day in the shop building where it was nice cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-8455695349599093820?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8455695349599093820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=8455695349599093820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8455695349599093820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8455695349599093820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-day-1.html' title='NYC - Day 1'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-7651304768436240817</id><published>2007-08-02T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:47:28.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - Their Home!</title><content type='html'>Well Mom and Dad along with the two biped puppies came home today.  I was so glad to see them.  Josh gave me some fresh water in my bowl and I just drank it all.  I do not like outside water you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as Mom and Dad were up at the equivalent of a quarter till Three this morning, they crashed on the couches for a couple of hours while the other puppies played video games.  I dozed off on the floor with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good the have my pack back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-7651304768436240817?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7651304768436240817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=7651304768436240817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7651304768436240817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7651304768436240817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-10-their-home.html' title='Day 10 - Their Home!'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-68370065913586207</id><published>2007-08-01T07:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:15.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - More Sight Seeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RrDeCAMRmEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xMNm4Ea2Xp0/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RrDeCAMRmEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xMNm4Ea2Xp0/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093815304548620354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad hit the Mall early this morning trying to get out before it got hot.  First up was the Lincoln Memorial.  From there they headed to the Korean War Monument, then hit up the Einstein statue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RrDeDAMRmFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Rg-mxTVkhg8/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RrDeDAMRmFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Rg-mxTVkhg8/s200/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093815321728489554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there they started hitting the Art Museums.  After a quick lunch in one of the Art Museums they headed back to the hotel by way of several small shops.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RrDeDwMRmGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OIwPXdQRUoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RrDeDwMRmGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OIwPXdQRUoQ/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093815334613391458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-68370065913586207?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/68370065913586207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=68370065913586207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/68370065913586207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/68370065913586207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-9-more-sight-seeing.html' title='Day 9 - More Sight Seeing'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RrDeCAMRmEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xMNm4Ea2Xp0/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-2015078952761046266</id><published>2007-07-31T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:16.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - Last Day of Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq_RbgMRmBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PsrSwLtb3dY/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq_RbgMRmBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PsrSwLtb3dY/s200/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093519974007412754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Dad's last day of class.  Mom and Dad hit the Mall today, and was able to hit the &lt;a href="http://www.mnh.si.edu/"&gt;Museum of Natural History&lt;/a&gt;.  Then the hit an art museum. After a few more pictures at the mall, Mom an Dad headed back to the hotel for a bite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq_RcAMRmCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WZQNn10EUt4/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq_RcAMRmCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WZQNn10EUt4/s200/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093519982597347362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is a picture of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meteorite"&gt;Meteorite &lt;/a&gt;that has been cut.  Click on the picture and look at the design of the crystal Iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq_RcgMRmDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_Cwz1dQRgXw/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq_RcgMRmDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_Cwz1dQRgXw/s200/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093519991187281970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is another crystal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Art Museum the last picture is of a book made from pins!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow they plan to hit the museums at first light, before it gets hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-2015078952761046266?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2015078952761046266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=2015078952761046266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2015078952761046266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2015078952761046266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-8-last-day-of-class.html' title='Day 8 - Last Day of Class'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq_RbgMRmBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PsrSwLtb3dY/s72-c/IMG_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-8628334814586864018</id><published>2007-07-30T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:17.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - National Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq6R5AMRl-I/AAAAAAAAADk/HwSRq4zWoqA/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq6R5AMRl-I/AAAAAAAAADk/HwSRq4zWoqA/s200/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093168637092665314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dad's class Mom and Dad headed to the &lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/"&gt;National Zoo&lt;/a&gt;.  Mom and Dad love this zoo, and wish the Little Rock Zoo and others would use them as an example.  It was late in the afternoon when they got there but they still got to see most of the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq6R5gMRl_I/AAAAAAAAADs/1CyCvTjBf6k/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq6R5gMRl_I/AAAAAAAAADs/1CyCvTjBf6k/s200/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093168645682599922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/Primates/MeetPrimates/MeetOrangs/default.cfm"&gt;orangutans &lt;/a&gt;at this zoo get to go up and over the zoo swinging on high wires over your head to another section of the zoo.  Also the &lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/ConservationAndScience/EndangeredSpecies/GLTProgram/Learn/"&gt;Golden Lion Tamarin&lt;/a&gt; roam fee in the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq6R6AMRmAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GjVR95QCWoY/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq6R6AMRmAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GjVR95QCWoY/s200/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093168654272534530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said the cats were playful in the water and snapped a bunch of pictures.  They were splashing and nipping having a fun time.  On the other side of this display was the lion who was roaring and grunting which could be heard all over the park!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-8628334814586864018?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8628334814586864018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=8628334814586864018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8628334814586864018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8628334814586864018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-7-national-zoo.html' title='Day 7 - National Zoo'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq6R5AMRl-I/AAAAAAAAADk/HwSRq4zWoqA/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-38371398932558174</id><published>2007-07-29T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:17.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Rain and Lake Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq0nIAMRl8I/AAAAAAAAADU/JXe2hGzV3_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq0nIAMRl8I/AAAAAAAAADU/JXe2hGzV3_Y/s200/IMG_2700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092769772069820354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad took it easy today.  Mom went to Mass at a local Catholic church while dad was in class.  When he got out it was raining so they headed out for more shopping at Crystal City.  However they had forgotten it was Sunday, so most of the stores were closed.  They grabbed a bite to eat at one of the few restaurants that were open.  After dinner moms head started hurting, so they just headed back to the hotel to take it easy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq0nIQMRl9I/AAAAAAAAADc/lFtlrk4-YCw/s1600-h/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq0nIQMRl9I/AAAAAAAAADc/lFtlrk4-YCw/s200/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092769776364787666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny and Grandpa did send some pictures they took of the kids at the lake.  So here are a few of them.  Granny and Grandpa also snapped a shot of the kids dressed up for mass this morning.  They can look sweet when they want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-38371398932558174?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/38371398932558174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=38371398932558174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/38371398932558174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/38371398932558174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-6-rain-and-lake-pictures.html' title='Day 6 - Rain and Lake Pictures'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rq0nIAMRl8I/AAAAAAAAADU/JXe2hGzV3_Y/s72-c/IMG_2700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-288662308352798615</id><published>2007-07-28T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:17.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - Churches and Spies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqvjqgMRl5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jXsu93Dx3Sc/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqvjqgMRl5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jXsu93Dx3Sc/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414123007907730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalshrine.com/site/pp.asp?c=etITK6OTG&amp;b=106948"&gt;Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception&lt;/a&gt;.  This Catholic church was first planned in 1846 but the blessing of the sight did not take place until May of 1914, and the corner stone was placed September 23 1920.  While building the Church might have taken a while, Mom and Dad found it to be a very beautiful and moving site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqvjqwMRl6I/AAAAAAAAADE/VnYpObB-fdk/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqvjqwMRl6I/AAAAAAAAADE/VnYpObB-fdk/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414127302875042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad then headed to the Spy Museum. Pictures were not allowed in the museum, so I have no pictures to show you of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqvjrAMRl7I/AAAAAAAAADM/s3FF2gexsNA/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqvjrAMRl7I/AAAAAAAAADM/s3FF2gexsNA/s200/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414131597842354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-288662308352798615?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/288662308352798615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=288662308352798615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/288662308352798615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/288662308352798615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-5-churches-and-spies.html' title='Day 5 - Churches and Spies'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqvjqgMRl5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jXsu93Dx3Sc/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-7731255295658221517</id><published>2007-07-27T08:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:15:28.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Rain</title><content type='html'>Today Washington was hit with afternoon showers.  While Mom and Dad don't care about getting wet and getting cooled off, it is not good for the camera equipment.  So Mom and Dad headed to &lt;a href="http://www.unionstationdc.com/"&gt;Union Station&lt;/a&gt;, for some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found lots of things they loved in a store called Fire and Ice.  This store has works of art made out of class, fossils, and jewelry.  However most of the things they liked were out of their price range.  Mom did find a couple of books, and they ate at a restaurant called "America" the food was decent enough, but they have had better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to bet they are not saving me doggy bags however!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-7731255295658221517?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7731255295658221517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=7731255295658221517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7731255295658221517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7731255295658221517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-4-rain.html' title='Day 4 - Rain'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-8450723881599613016</id><published>2007-07-26T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:18.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Classes start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rqli2AMRl0I/AAAAAAAAACU/Tg7ovtaWerU/s1600-h/IMG_0020-B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rqli2AMRl0I/AAAAAAAAACU/Tg7ovtaWerU/s200/IMG_0020-B.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091709533622998850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad's class started today, so any sight seeing had to wait till after Five.  Mom and Dad made the most of it by hitting the Mall.  First stop was the mall to take some pictures of the Washington Monument and the Capitol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the Jefferson monument.  Dad took a picture for a family there, and they returned the favor by snapping this picture of Mom and Dad.  Then they walked around the tidal basin to the their favorite monument the FDR Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlhQwMRlyI/AAAAAAAAACE/8u7PS3MXyxg/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlhQwMRlyI/AAAAAAAAACE/8u7PS3MXyxg/s200/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091707794161243938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FDR Monument is Mom and Dads favorite monument and should be on the visit list for any body coming to DC.  The memorial uses water to get its point across.  At the start of the memorial the water flows are smooth.  As his term became more difficult due to the Second World War the water flows become more turbulent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the first of two of the many great quotes that can be found at the memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I have seen war. I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have seen men coughing out their gassed lungs. I have seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen 200 limping, exhausted men come out of line—the survivors of a regiment of 1,000 that went forward 48 hours before. I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. I hate war."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlhRQMRlzI/AAAAAAAAACM/O-LRzWaGmZc/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlhRQMRlzI/AAAAAAAAACM/O-LRzWaGmZc/s200/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091707802751178546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"We must scrupulously guard the civil rights and civil liberties of all citizens, whatever their background.  We must remember that any oppression, any injustice, any hatred, is a wedge designed to attack our civilization."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-8450723881599613016?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/8450723881599613016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=8450723881599613016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8450723881599613016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/8450723881599613016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-3-class-start.html' title='Day 3 - Classes start'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rqli2AMRl0I/AAAAAAAAACU/Tg7ovtaWerU/s72-c/IMG_0020-B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-4414113997352301720</id><published>2007-07-25T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:19.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlldAMRl1I/AAAAAAAAACc/-CnC3Dmay0w/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlldAMRl1I/AAAAAAAAACc/-CnC3Dmay0w/s200/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091712402661152594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad started out the day by registering for his class at about 7 in the morning.  Then headed back up stairs and got mom and headed out into the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rqlm3AMRl2I/AAAAAAAAACk/PncEaWgKl2k/s1600-h/Post+office+view+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rqlm3AMRl2I/AAAAAAAAACk/PncEaWgKl2k/s200/Post+office+view+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091713948849379170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad then caught the metro and headed to the Old Post office.  The old Post office has lots of places to eat so they grabbed some breakfast.  Then they rode to the top where you can see the city stretch out in front of you, with out having to wait in line for ticket like you do at the Washington monument.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rqlm5gMRl3I/AAAAAAAAACs/78jUxmP6LwQ/s1600-h/Womans+Art+Musem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rqlm5gMRl3I/AAAAAAAAACs/78jUxmP6LwQ/s200/Womans+Art+Musem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091713991799052146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad then headed for the Womans Art Museum.  There were several good paintings, but the main draw was an exhibit for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frida_Kahlo"&gt;Freda Kahlo&lt;/a&gt;, who was a Mexican painter and very involved in politics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlnqQMRl4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aYpvCGK4_Gk/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlnqQMRl4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aYpvCGK4_Gk/s200/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091714829317674882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Back to the hotel for a rest, then mom and dad went back out.  This time they headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.cathedral.org/cathedral/index.shtml?gclid=CJqitannx40CFRYqUAodSDQGNw"&gt;National Cathedral&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-4414113997352301720?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4414113997352301720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=4414113997352301720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4414113997352301720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4414113997352301720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-2-in-dc.html' title='Day 2 - DC'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RqlldAMRl1I/AAAAAAAAACc/-CnC3Dmay0w/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-596785901581797122</id><published>2007-07-24T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:48:24.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Arrive in DC</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad have left me to guard the house, and headed off to DC.  Granny and Grandpa are watching the biped puppies so it is just Mom and Dad in DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they arrived in DC, tired, but excited.  They did not do much today, just walked around the hotel and a couple of blocks in each direction.  They ate lunch at a Mexican restaurant called MexTec, then eating dinner at Murphy's Irish Pub in honor of on of their friends, Land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-596785901581797122?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/596785901581797122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=596785901581797122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/596785901581797122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/596785901581797122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-1-arrive-in-dc.html' title='Day 1 - Arrive in DC'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-565130686856525740</id><published>2007-07-05T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:19.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1u4s0WodI/AAAAAAAAABs/7cdI0Ntjj_c/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1u4s0WodI/AAAAAAAAABs/7cdI0Ntjj_c/s200/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083841474753634770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hate the time around the fourth.  All of the explosions hurt my ears, and I try to stay hidden in the shop.  Yesterday however, I had to venture out, because of the company.  Granny and Grandpa came over as did Jason and his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a blast eating the good food that mom fixed, sliding on the water slide, and doing some fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-565130686856525740?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/565130686856525740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=565130686856525740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/565130686856525740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/565130686856525740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1u4s0WodI/AAAAAAAAABs/7cdI0Ntjj_c/s72-c/IMG_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-2905992068867842052</id><published>2007-07-02T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:20.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th on the first.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was July first and mom and dad took the biped puppies over to Moms mothers house for their July 4th party, even through it was only July first.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1r480WocI/AAAAAAAAABk/hTCDWFSIh6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1r480WocI/AAAAAAAAABk/hTCDWFSIh6Y/s200/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083838180513718722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad packed up the large water slide and took it with them and he set it up at the edge of the pool.  It worked well as the kids could slide down the slide and then flip over the edge and into the deep end of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was in the water at the base of the slide, to help the kids swim to the side, and then help them out of the water to hand them off to mom, who was trying to keep the order and the cutting in line to a minimum.  They took a break from swimming to eat and ride some go-karts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1r4M0WobI/AAAAAAAAABc/ePO446XdusE/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1r4M0WobI/AAAAAAAAABc/ePO446XdusE/s200/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083838167628816818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I protected the house, while they were off having fun.  I hate this time year, the fireworks hurt my ears, and scare me.  But I suffer through for the safety of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-2905992068867842052?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/2905992068867842052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=2905992068867842052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2905992068867842052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/2905992068867842052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-4th-on-first.html' title='July 4th on the first.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Ro1r480WocI/AAAAAAAAABk/hTCDWFSIh6Y/s72-c/IMG_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-7526014860440675328</id><published>2007-06-29T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:20.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RoWoy80WoZI/AAAAAAAAABM/1qAnIqVzC8M/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RoWoy80WoZI/AAAAAAAAABM/1qAnIqVzC8M/s200/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081653347830112658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad surprised the family this morning and dragged them out of bed at five in the morning!  He told them he had taken the day off and was taking them on a quick hiking trip for the day.  Meagan sprung out of bed with “You're the best dad ever” as she hugged his neck.  Josh on the other hand yelled “No!” and covered his head with is covers.  Dad does not take kindly to the word no, he drug josh out into the hall by his ankles, and then tickled him untill his mood changed. (Kind of dangerous first thing in the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RoWtps0WoaI/AAAAAAAAABU/jiFDyZnqFl4/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RoWtps0WoaI/AAAAAAAAABU/jiFDyZnqFl4/s200/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081658686474461602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They went to a new little location at Greers Ferry.  It is called &lt;a href="http://www.greersferrylake.org/attractions=collins_creek.htm"&gt;Collins Creek&lt;/a&gt;, and is located just off the Little Red river.  I won't go into details about it, I figure have an opposable thumb so you can click on the link I just gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast.  Dad snapped a bunch of pictures of the relaxing water, and they all enjoyed the cool air that was in the valley.  More of Dads pictures can be found under on the photo page, by clicking the link there on the right of the frame.  They were done by noon, so they changed clothes, got a bite to eat, and were home by 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did enjoy my quiet day without the biped puppies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-7526014860440675328?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/7526014860440675328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=7526014860440675328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7526014860440675328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/7526014860440675328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/06/quick-trip.html' title='Quick Trip'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RoWoy80WoZI/AAAAAAAAABM/1qAnIqVzC8M/s72-c/IMG_0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-491778891306902408</id><published>2007-06-19T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:21.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>Fathers day is the only day of the year I wish I had puppies.  Maybe they would get me a bone or a steak….  I love steak…. Any howl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan was up first, and fed me.  I love Meagan.  Dad was up next and headed out side and mowed the yard.  I am sure the neighbors loved him for that, as it was still early in the morning.  Josh was up next, and I tried to look hungry so he would feed me again, but it did not work.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnqBobIDNXI/AAAAAAAAABE/yBh9iR6VukQ/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnqBobIDNXI/AAAAAAAAABE/yBh9iR6VukQ/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078514061289928050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mom got up, they packed up and went over to Dads parents’ house to spend the afternoon with Granny, Grandpa, Jason and his family.  They took a couple of pictures of the Dad's together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-491778891306902408?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/491778891306902408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=491778891306902408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/491778891306902408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/491778891306902408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnqBobIDNXI/AAAAAAAAABE/yBh9iR6VukQ/s72-c/IMG_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1467965309739523933</id><published>2007-06-15T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:22.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pond Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwLrIDNUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OIFuZIFUFUo/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwLrIDNUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OIFuZIFUFUo/s200/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077791188229240130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad has just wrapped up some major work on the pond, and starting to see some of the fruits of his labor.  Dad placed some lighting around the edge of the pond and stream, to add some mood lighting for the frogs.  Dad also pumped out about half of the water and treated the fish with medicine to stop the dying off of the gold fish.  All seems to be well now.   I have uploaded a few pictures of the flowers and visitors he has had. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwLLIDNTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fpcPb5vJ35A/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwLLIDNTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fpcPb5vJ35A/s200/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077791179639305522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lotus from last year is huge.  Leaves are a good five feet above the water, and flowers are about 10 inches or so in diameter.  He has two more lotus plants that have buds, so they should flower in a couple of weeks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwMLIDNVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6_r_3wF2qCg/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwMLIDNVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6_r_3wF2qCg/s200/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077791196819174738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom’s flowers are also opening up, and drawing in visitors.  Mom and dad welcome the dragon flies due the amount of mosquitoes they eat.  Dad has counted as many as 20 around the pond at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwObIDNWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BvE4samTPgc/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwObIDNWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BvE4samTPgc/s200/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077791235473880418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post with some more pictures later, time for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1467965309739523933?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1467965309739523933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1467965309739523933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1467965309739523933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1467965309739523933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/06/pond-update.html' title='Pond Update'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RnfwLrIDNUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OIFuZIFUFUo/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-5546919244332905508</id><published>2007-06-06T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:08:04.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The quiet is over.</title><content type='html'>I knew I was in trouble yesterday, I just did not know exactly why.  This morning is was all clear however.  The kids awoke bit late this morning, but mom was not doing the usual yelling at them to get ready for school.  Then it dawned on me, today is the first day of summer break for the biped puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I am in for three months of putting up with the puppies all day!  In the winter I can just go out side and sleep in one of my nice cozy hideaways, but not in the summer!  The heat is just too much for this old dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe mom will let them play on the 360 and the computer all day, and they will leave me alone.  A dog can hope anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-5546919244332905508?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/5546919244332905508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=5546919244332905508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5546919244332905508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/5546919244332905508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet-is-over.html' title='The quiet is over.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-4366259236589404349</id><published>2007-05-22T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:38:12.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a "P" in School.</title><content type='html'>It sounds like at least one biped puppy did not have a good day at school today.  It seems that while coming in from outside play, Josh thought it would be funny to hold his water bottle at his waste and pretend to pee.  I wonder if he hiked his leg… anyway…  Needless to say he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, having never been sent to the principles office in his four years at the school, was punished.  It started with a phone call to his mother, something that Josh begged them not to do.  They did call mom it seems the penalty for his outrageous offence was a spanking by the vice principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While dad feels this action should not go unpunished, Dad was not happy about the punishment fitting the crime.   He seemed to think that a more logical approach like reading a book about appropriate conduct and/or writing a paper about what is socially acceptable would have been more appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they could have just rubbed his nose in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-4366259236589404349?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/4366259236589404349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=4366259236589404349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4366259236589404349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/4366259236589404349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-p-in-school.html' title='Not a &quot;P&quot; in School.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-1136627969619497867</id><published>2007-05-16T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:22.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pond Update</title><content type='html'>Dad has been trying to work on the pond some the last few weeks.  His two lotus plants from last year are up, and one even has three buds on it.  His three new lotus plants are also up and just now starting to put on the leaves that stay above the surface of the water.  Dad also picked up two new butterfly koi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rkxv9VzlChI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ovyIgzlrLCo/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rkxv9VzlChI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ovyIgzlrLCo/s200/Image2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065546780501150226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad has found two new residents around the pond.  Two small lizards have taken up residence on and around the porch.  Dad has been working with them, and has even be able to get close enough to take some good pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad did see an unwanted visitor to the pond.  A snake has made an appearance twice.  It has killed but not eaten four fish.  Thankfully all of them have just been gold fish, and not the new or big koi.  Dad is not sure what kind of snake it is as he has not been able to see its head, but at this point, I don’t think dad cares anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is trying several things including snake repellant, even a minnow trap.  But he also picked up some “rat shot” for the 22.  Just in case he catches it.  If you know of any other things he could try, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-1136627969619497867?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/1136627969619497867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=1136627969619497867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1136627969619497867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/1136627969619497867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/05/pond-update.html' title='Pond Update'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/Rkxv9VzlChI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ovyIgzlrLCo/s72-c/Image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-6859114497642286569</id><published>2007-04-30T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:09:16.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Smells</title><content type='html'>For the last two weeks the family has had some new smells about them.  I started with appearance of a new car in the driveway a few weeks ago.  Mom and Dad did an extended test drive for a week and half of a &lt;a href="http://www.theautochannel.com/news/2004/01/08/176278.html"&gt;Hyundai XG350L&lt;/a&gt;.  I assume they now own it because as of last Friday the Century has now disappeared.   I am looking forward to my first ride in the car with all of its new smells.  I do hope they get me an elevated seat so I can stick my head out of the moon roof instead of the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new smells continued on into the weekend.  Ethan came over and spent the night with Josh and Meagan on Saturday night.  Then Sunday dad came home with a new tractor.  It looks like dad got tired of spending more time under the old tractor than on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the new smells, I felt a little sick early this morning, and hacked up a big hair ball in front of the patio door this morning.  Josh saved my fur, by letting me out before he told dad about it!  I owe the biped one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about wraps up the new smells, as long as I don’t smell a new puppy things are good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-6859114497642286569?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/6859114497642286569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=6859114497642286569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6859114497642286569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/6859114497642286569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-smells.html' title='New Smells'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-3804462164349778086</id><published>2007-04-16T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:27:22.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RiYnKa22UeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R0i93q5Lyu8/s1600-h/Cabin_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RiYnKa22UeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R0i93q5Lyu8/s200/Cabin_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054770691731509730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice and quiet weekend to my self this weekend.  Mom, Dad and the two biped puppies took granny and grandpa to a cabin for a peaceful weekend in the woods.   The cabin was one of three at &lt;a href="http://www.longbowresorts.com/pages/5/index.htm"&gt;LongBow&lt;/a&gt;, and is ran by Ben Pearson Jr.  His dad was known for his archery and his long bows.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RiYnSq22UfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LoFdQ4ZEgVA/s1600-h/Water-Fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RiYnSq22UfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LoFdQ4ZEgVA/s200/Water-Fall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054770833465430514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pawed through some of the pictures that dad took, and while the cabin looked humble from the outside, it was built between a cliff and a large bolder.  The inside was made of rock and wood, and a nice rustic feel to it.  They say the rule of real-estate is location, location, location and this could not have been more evident.   It was the view out of the window of the cabin that was its treasure.  From the large picture window you had a wonderful view of a waterfall pouring into a swimming hole.  The biped puppies wanted to swim, so dad let them wade in.  After returning with numb toes, they agreed that the water was to cold for swimming on this trip.  Another reason to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took a lot of pictures as usual, about 300 or so.  Even one from on top of the water fall looking down at the cabin!  He uploaded a few to the photo website (link on the right).  And I have provided a few of them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-3804462164349778086?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/3804462164349778086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=3804462164349778086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3804462164349778086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/3804462164349778086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/04/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time!'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzKOH6rBRMw/RiYnKa22UeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R0i93q5Lyu8/s72-c/Cabin_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-9166715365983165265</id><published>2007-04-10T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:55:15.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed at Dad.</title><content type='html'>Ok tonight I have to vent...  It started out a good night, dad called me into the den.  I thought it was for a nice bite to eat.  You know some ham, steak, or even some cheese.  But I knew something was up when I saw the big sheet laid out on the floor.  By the time I pieced it together it was to late, he had me by the collar.  When it was all said and done there was enough hair on the sheet for two more dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this was not enough pain and suffering for the week, he picked me up and gave me a bath!  Talk about kicking a dog when he is down.  The worse part, the absolute worse part of all this is that it is still not over.  Dad, nor I, has the patience to do all this one sitting, so I will have to do it again for the touch up work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrumph....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-9166715365983165265?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/9166715365983165265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=9166715365983165265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9166715365983165265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/9166715365983165265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/04/pissed-at-dad.html' title='Pissed at Dad.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-277032880772333289</id><published>2007-04-09T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:07:22.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted...</title><content type='html'>Well Easter was a bit different this year.  Mom and Dad got busted by Meagan.  She looked into a bag of Easter Candy, and wanted to know why they had bought all the Easter stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad explained to the biped puppies what the true meaning of Easter was, and the spirit of Easter and spring was always alive and well.  Though the tears of a little girl who curiosity caused her to grow up a bit got the best of her, she understood.  That mom and dad were just acting at the direction of a larger Easter spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad also explained that breaking the spirit in others, causes the spirit to die.  Thus if they were to tell others this new information and ruin the Easter sprit in them, they would suffer the loss of the gifts they have become custom to.  When asked if they understood what dad was telling them, Josh boiled it down nicely to “If we spoil it for someone, we don’t get candy anymore”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad knew it was time when Josh and Meagan had so much fun helping hide the eggs for the younger kids and taking part of a new kind of joy.  They joy in watching the younger faces light up with Easter joy.  Mom and Dads theory was validated when tucking them in to bed on Sunday night and hearing the words “This was the best Easter ever dad…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-277032880772333289?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/277032880772333289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=277032880772333289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/277032880772333289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/277032880772333289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/04/busted.html' title='Busted...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117552065477058094</id><published>2007-04-02T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:30:54.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Cake</title><content type='html'>It was another busy weekend for Mom and Dad.  Dad worked outside most of the day Saturday and Sunday, and has a nice sun burn his effort.  Dad planted three more lotus flowers, this time they have their own containers that he buried in the ground beside the pond.  He even spent a couple of hours breaking a hole in an old brick walkway, so one of the containers will fit, I bet he is sore today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of excitement happened on Saturday when dad had made a cake for his mom, at the request of her sister.  To make long story shorter, grandma gave her sister hell last year sending tidbits of red hat things through the mail way before her birthday.  Well now she is doing the same thing to grandma, and for this month she got dad’s help.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/942523/Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/223904/Hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going to buy a cake and have it sent to her, but dad talked her into letting him make it Friday and he could surprise her with it on Saturday.  It worked like a charm, dad ran off the bedroom and called his aunt, and told her to call her sister so she could hear the reaction.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/335739/Surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/769329/Surprise.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two biped puppies thought it was all very funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117552065477058094?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117552065477058094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117552065477058094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117552065477058094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117552065477058094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/04/surprise-cake.html' title='Surprise Cake'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117500414416116722</id><published>2007-03-27T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:02:24.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mom.</title><content type='html'>Let me catch my loyal readers up on mom’s headache news.  Last week or so mom and dad faxed the last three years of mom’s medical records to the Mayo Clinic in Arizona. Well they called and said that “They could not do any thing for her that her current neurologist isn’t doing”.  On one paw it was nice to see a clinic who could tell you up front, instead of just taking your money only to tell you after the fact, but on the other paw they were crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things looked up a bit last night when one of dads friends passed some information to his a dad, a Dr up in North East Arkansas.  Well this Dr called last night, and talked to Kim for around an hour or so.  The longest any Dr has ever talked to her!  I can’t tell you what all he told her, as I kept dozing off, but he did say something that I heard mom tell dad.  If you hear a gallop, you turn to see the horse.  If you don’t see horse you look for something else.  He said a lot of Doctors nowadays don’t look for the something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her a list of tests and other things to talk to her doctors about.  Kim is now very excited as she has something to work towards again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117500414416116722?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117500414416116722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117500414416116722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117500414416116722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117500414416116722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/03/update-on-mom.html' title='Update on Mom.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117466357312629549</id><published>2007-03-23T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:21:35.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>We had some excitement last weekend.  Dad got up early Saturday and fed me breakfast, then took the puppies and mom out for breakfast.  When they got back the neighbor dogs and I were at the fence, barking fiercely.  Dad knew something was up so he asked everyone to stay in the truck.  Dad then saw the blue eyed husky that was running up and down the fence just taunting me.  Mom ran in the house and got her a treat, and dad lured her in the back of the truck and then shut it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and the family then took her to a neighbor’s house over a couple of street they knew had huskies, but he was not home.  Knowing they could not keep her in the back of the truck, they brought me in and put her in MY back yard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up jumping the fence and mom and dad tracked her down, and brought her back into the back of the truck.  This time they drove to Wal-Mart and got a harness and a runner to keep her on in the back.  They still kept me in the house because they knew I could take her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/58178/BlueEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/901589/BlueEyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor came and got her that night, and was ever so grateful.  According to him, huskies can run about 100 miles in a day, so he was surprised mom and dad got her.  Mom and dad are so good with dogs, it did not surprise me.  Now I need to go out and continue remarking all of my territory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117466357312629549?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117466357312629549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117466357312629549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117466357312629549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117466357312629549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/03/blue-eyes.html' title='Blue Eyes'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117163919759466087</id><published>2007-02-16T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:22:57.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruff day.</title><content type='html'>Poor Mom and Dad had a ruff day yesterday.  First thing that happened is the septic pump kept tripping its circuit breaker, so they are going to have to get someone out to replace the pump, and be careful of water usage till then!  The next thing that happened is mom talked to the Headache clinic in Houston that she was planning to go to.  You remember the one that does not take private health insurance, so mom signed up for Medicare part B.  Well they will only take Medicare part B if it is your primary insurance.  And with her on dads insurance at work, Medicare is secondary.  They can’t drop her off of dad’s policy because their cost would go through the roof.   So Houston is out, and now they have to look for another headache clinic, where they have enough health insurance, but not to much health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bipeds have to make everything so complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up with a 1/4 inch of snow on the ground, and on Dads birthday no less.  So maybe that is a sign!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117163919759466087?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117163919759466087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117163919759466087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117163919759466087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117163919759466087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/02/ruff-day.html' title='Ruff day.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117142059851177824</id><published>2007-02-13T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:54:55.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I live my life an average of seven times faster than the rest of the biped family I have adopted.  I believe that this has given me a unique view on life.  I have come to think of life like going on a walk with a biped.  There are lots of ways to conduct this walk.  I have found three that I believe are the major ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found in my few quick years that some dogs try running while on their walk.   They soon find that the leash holds them back from gaining as much ground as much as they would like.  They also find that breathing becomes more difficult as the leash causes the collar to choke them.  They soon find that the walk becomes difficult for everyone involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dogs try to go very slowly.  They find that the leash ends up dragging them along their walk.   The leash pulls on their collar, causing pain in the back of the neck and shoulders.  This usually causes the biped at the other end of the leash to become aggravated, and once again the walk becomes difficult for everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that on average nice steady pace is best, not  so fast that I get choked, and not so slow that I get dragged along.  However I also will admit that sometimes it is worth getting dragged a little bit in order to smell that.... flower, or grab a bite to eat.  There also times that it may be worth getting choked a little bit in order to chase something you want... like love or a neighbors cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117142059851177824?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117142059851177824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117142059851177824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117142059851177824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117142059851177824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117123887339348496</id><published>2007-02-11T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:14:44.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New smells in the house.</title><content type='html'>I knew something was up last night.  Mom and Dad took all the furniture out of the den and placed it all in the kids play area.  Then today it happened,  I was out guarding the yard when mom and dad took the puppies to church, then my puppy senses started to tingle.  A puppy senses is something that all of us K-9s have.  This tells us when you are almost home so we can be waiting at the door, gate or window to greet you with a wagging tale.  In my case, it could only mean that they were almost home,  but this time the tingle was a bit different.  Up they came, into the drive with Nana and Papa in their truck behind them.  After a couple of hours of unpacking, there were two new couches and a recliner in the den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was allowed back into the house, I wondered up the new furniture, but man was mom touchy about them, I was just sniffing them, and I heard mom yell my name in a tone that told me quite clearly that I'd  better keep my furry butt off of them.  But I felt better when mom used the same tone with two puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part of all of this, is mom did this with the last new couch and love seat that she got.  She made very sure that none of the kids ate or drank any where near them.  Then one day, mom was not feeling well, so she drank some Hawaiian punch to try and settle her stomach.  Yea you guessed it, she vomited red punch all over her new couch, staining it.  She tried to clean it, but with her not feeling well, she used something that bleached the spot, voiding the Scotchgard warranty.  Dad did not let her live it down, every time she told the kids today, about not eating on the couch, dad would trow in a jab about no red punch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117123887339348496?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117123887339348496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117123887339348496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117123887339348496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117123887339348496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-smells-in-house.html' title='New smells in the house.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117044761474647587</id><published>2007-02-02T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:26:42.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire.</title><content type='html'>You know life would be a lot easier for mom and dad if they would just listen to me more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came home the other day and me an all the other K-9's were barking up a storm.  We were trying to bring attention to fire in the backyard of a neighbor.  Short version of the story is that someone let a leaf fire get out of hand, and before it was all said and done it took part of the woods, an old trailer, and part of the neighbors fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad story of all of this is that this brought back bad memories for Josh.  Last year over Christmas Josh's best friend and his family was caught in a fire.  He and his mother did not make it out.  All of this came flooding back when he saw the fire.  Mom and Dad comforted him and I provided my head in his lap to provide some comfort.  However I think the most comfort was provided by a plastic toy.  The toy was a gift for Josh, from him, and it helps calm Josh's fear that he will forget.  Isn't that the fear of most humans, that they will be forgotten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117044761474647587?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117044761474647587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117044761474647587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117044761474647587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117044761474647587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/02/fire.html' title='Fire.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-117008349135402848</id><published>2007-01-29T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:11:31.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to paw out a quick update on where everything stands.  The biped puppies are feeling better, and just have the drainage cough like most of the other biped puppies in Arkansas.  With the colder weather, mom and dad have been using the fireplace more.  I love to lie in front of it, but I have a tendency to fall asleep and wake up panting.   Sounds like dad will be cutting some more firewood this afternoon to get ready for the rain/snow chance later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told dad last night that she might have to place limits on the amount of political talk that is allowed in the house.   The next election is just under 2 years away, and it is already the lead topics on the news and dad listens to it all, and gets all worked up at all the lies, fluff interviews, and cover ups.  It will be interesting to see how this all plays out.  I would hate to see what it would be like if they had different political views.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs have it easy; the largest and/or meanest dog is the head of the pack.  This is such a more elegant and simpler solution, then seeing who can con the most bipeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-117008349135402848?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/117008349135402848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=117008349135402848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117008349135402848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/117008349135402848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116983009388772143</id><published>2007-01-26T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:48:13.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A puppy back at school</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day.  Today Meagan went back to school after being sick for about 5 days.  This means I get some well deserved one on one time with mom again.  My head is way overdue for some scratching behind my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad got the all the Christmas stuff put back in the attic.  This freed up a large section of the den, as they tree is huge.  In fact, as they took it down, they found two Christmas presents, one for Josh and one for Meagan that was under it!  I thought that was very funny, and a sign they have to much stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116983009388772143?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116983009388772143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116983009388772143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116983009388772143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116983009388772143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/puppy-back-at-school.html' title='A puppy back at school'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116952417496336800</id><published>2007-01-22T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:01:39.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another hard weekend.</title><content type='html'>The biped puppies were sick again this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Josh running a fever on Saturday and followed with Meagan on Sunday.  Meagan stayed home from school on Monday and Tuesday.  She was feeling better today and mom brushed out her hair while sitting on the floor.  I walked up to mom and sat beside her.  I looked up with by big brown eyes and awaited my turn for a brushing.  Mom obliged me and brushed my hair after hers.  I love it when mom brushes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116952417496336800?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116952417496336800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116952417496336800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116952417496336800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116952417496336800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-hard-weekend.html' title='Another hard weekend.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116882938351259622</id><published>2007-01-14T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:15:46.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>With all the rain this weekend, and being couped up in the house, by Monday I was feeling a bit blue.  Not the BB King kind of blue either, the I need some sun shine kind of blue.  This dog would not do well in Seattle.  I spent the weekend moping around the house and following mom and dad around.  The bipeds went to the store and Mom being the kind heart she is brought me a new squeaky toy, and a new big pillow for my bed.  This made me feel so much better, and was exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note it looks like Grandpa and Dad's work on the roof held up to all the rain.  Knock on wood, at least as much as I could knock on wood without an opposable thumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116882938351259622?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116882938351259622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116882938351259622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116882938351259622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116882938351259622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116852705041950023</id><published>2007-01-11T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:50:50.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom going to the Vet.</title><content type='html'>Well it looks like moms vet, that they call a neurologist, is going to send her to a &lt;a href="http://www.houstonheadacheclinic.com/hospital.html"&gt;special hospital&lt;/a&gt; for a week.  The hospital is in Houston, TX and is supposed to be one of the top headache facilities in the country.  Mom and dad are not sure when this will happen, as they have to get some Medicare things straight, as Dads Insurance (as good as it is, in case someone from his work is reading this) will not work at all.  Mom and Dad have a lot of logistics to work out as mom gets closer to going, the little details like what to do with the kids and school, having an estimate of the cost, and who will feed and love on me. I will post more as I overhear more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116852705041950023?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116852705041950023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116852705041950023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116852705041950023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116852705041950023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-going-to-vet.html' title='Mom going to the Vet.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116852627977734439</id><published>2007-01-11T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:38:50.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Education</title><content type='html'>Dad went on a rage last night after looking through Josh’s 3rd grade science book.  Josh loves to watch all of the Discovery channels, and is very good about remembering what he has seen.  The problem comes when Josh brings his book to dad when trying to study for a test, and wants to know why something in the book is named differently than what the Discovery channel said it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example a while back Josh was studying the &lt;a href="http://www.prairiefrontier.com/pages/families/flwrparts.jpg"&gt;parts of the flower&lt;/a&gt;.  He had learned about the Pistil, Stamen, and all of the other parts that are commonly known.  However for his test he had to know them as the Stem like and the Pollen holder or something like that.  This has happened on several science subjects, and we know that it is not just his school, but all of the US schools in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said he understood not going deep into a subject, but to dumb down a subject to the point of changing the names of items.  They will just have to learn it over again in Jr High or High school.  Is it any wonder why other countries are leading the US in producing the top minds of our time.  Is it any wonder why we have adults who not understand what global warming is or even that the distance of the Sun to the Earth is not what causes the seasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not understand the details of what global warming is, but I do understand that each summer is a bit hotter then when I was a puppy, and I see less and less of that cold white stuff that gets matted in my fur.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you will excuse me, I need to go lay with mom she is having a bad day, but it looks like her doctor is going to send her to Houston for some test.  Man I hate going to the Doctor, I wonder if she needs tested for worms?  I will post more on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116852627977734439?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116852627977734439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116852627977734439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116852627977734439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116852627977734439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/science-education.html' title='Science Education'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116822010535231559</id><published>2007-01-07T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:11:44.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Ruff Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/28098/Roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/181597/Roof.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's ruff weekend from last weekend continued this weekend.  Grandpa and dad worked on the roof, and got the two leaks from last weekend fixed.  Grandpa and dad worked most of the day Friday and most of the day Saturday to get them fixed.  Come to find out the last roofing job did not use tar paper over all of the den when the previous owners had it redone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/955050/LandonJPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/654001/LandonJPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday night Granny and Grandpa took the two biped puppies home with them so Dad and Mom could have a little of a break.  Mom and Dad left me guarding the house and went to Landon's house for a get together with some folks dad works with.  Dad snapped this great shot of Landon. Other pictures taken at the party can be found in dad's photo log, link on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad found out Saturday that moms car was leaking antifreeze on the belt, so early Sunday morning dad drove the car to Cross Auto so he could avoid the traffic issues Monday morning.  All in All the weekend was good, as dad was able to get a lot done, but it has taken its toll on him.  This after noon he  crashed on the floor in the den, so I just laid my muzzle on his leg, and drifted off with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116822010535231559?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116822010535231559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116822010535231559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116822010535231559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116822010535231559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-ruff-weekend.html' title='Another Ruff Weekend'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116775104944873426</id><published>2007-01-02T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:27:10.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Ruff Weekend.</title><content type='html'>What a ruff weekend for everyone this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mom and Dad were going to throw an anniversary dinner for Dad’s parents.  They have now been married 40 years.  Wow that is what… 280 in dog years…. Yikes!  It is no wonder dogs don’t get married.  Well mom came down with a headache and Jason and his biped puppies were sick, so the event was postponed till Sunday.  Sunday came and went to no avail, for the same reasons.  Mom was up on Monday, so a mini version of the party had to happen, because dad had made a 3 tier "wedding cake" for them.   Jason still had some sick puppies at home, so we will do the big party when everyone can get together, minus the cake of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night over the weekend there was a large front that moved through, thus mom’s headache.  Dad came in the den the following morning and saw a small puddle of water, only about a couple of spoon full.  Dad knew it did not come from me, and my bladder-o-steel, but a quick glance up and dad confirmed his fear.  The water had dripped off of the recessed lighting, a trip into attic he saw a hole in the decking about 8 inches long and 4 inches wide where he could see shingles.   He quickly covered the section of the roof with a tarp, and he and his dad will try to patch it as soon as the weather will allow.  In checking out the roof they found the “wonderful” roofers the previous owners used to re-roof the house did not use tar paper over the den!  So it looks like mom and dad will be shelling out the big bucks this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did feel sorry for dad this weekend, as he just had one thing after another go wrong over the break.  But he did get to spend some time with his puppies, though he was a bit stressed.  When it rains it pours… but I would not mention water to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116775104944873426?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116775104944873426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116775104944873426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116775104944873426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116775104944873426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-ruff-weekend.html' title='Long Ruff Weekend.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116710218222282745</id><published>2006-12-25T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:55:05.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>All the Christmas chaos has finally drawn to a close.   All the new things in the house are driving me and my nose nuts.  The worse was this big metal thing that Santa brought the biped puppies call a teeter-totter. I am getting used it, but for several days I would keep my distance from it.  From the looks of it, this seems to be the best approach, as it looks to be some kind of biped puppy powered Max squashing device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family did have fun seeing everyone, and some very neat gifts were given.  One of my favorites was a large box of hand made butter that mom and dad gave grandpa.  I could have done some serious damage to that box, but they kept in the deepfreeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has uploaded a lot of the pictures to the photo website that you will see under links to the right of this post, so I am not going to repost them here.  But I am glad that this crazy season is over and we can get back to concentrating on the important things… the family pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116710218222282745?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116710218222282745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116710218222282745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116710218222282745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116710218222282745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116619782934609633</id><published>2006-12-15T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:51:15.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa la la laaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/627910/Josh_Singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/918759/Josh_Singing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big night was last night, Josh had his 3rd grade Christmas play.  Mom and Dad’s parents came for the event so Josh was being supported by his family as well as grandparents.  Everyone went out to dinner before hand, with the exception of Kim’s parents; they just came straight to the play, because Johnny was working late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was very cute, and talked about how Christmas is about love and caring.  Every thing was going well till about half way through, when Josh started getting hot.  He did not pass out, or get sick.  So when it was dad went up to pull him off the stage, and take him outside to cool off.  However, even before Dad could get him his teacher that he had in first grade was beside him, making sure he was ok.  It turns out Josh was just a little warm, and a little nervous, but every thing ended up fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad snapped a bunch of pictures, but said I had to blur out the other kids, because you never know with the Internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116619782934609633?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116619782934609633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116619782934609633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116619782934609633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116619782934609633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/12/fa-la-la-laaaaa.html' title='Fa la la laaaaa'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116604081276443252</id><published>2006-12-13T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:36:33.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My seasonal job.</title><content type='html'>The Christmas tree is up, so my seasonal job has started.  My seasonal duties are two fold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is to protect the presents.  For the most part this entails keeping guard against the biped puppies, and making sure they do not peek.  While mom and dad are around most of the time to help me keep them in check, my job becomes a little more tiresome on Saturday.  This is the only day Mom and Dad get to sleep in, and leaves the biped puppies an ample opportunity to go snooping for loose corners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second duty, and the most challenging, is to protect the tree from the next door neighbor’s cats.   I sit by the tree, on my bed that dad made me a few years back, just watching out the window.  I know they are there, my doggie senses just tingling, keeping me ever so vigilant.   If I see one stroll by, I emit one of my low growls.   This is the kind of growl that I do without showing my teeth, or moving my lips at all.  This is the kind that comes from deep inside.  I know they can hear it, those smug cats, thinking they are so better than everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116604081276443252?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116604081276443252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116604081276443252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116604081276443252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116604081276443252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-seasonal-job.html' title='My seasonal job.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116589004497711925</id><published>2006-12-11T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:30:32.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitol Fiasco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/691864/Meagan_Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/806849/Meagan_Rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan has been looking forward to this for weeks.  Her and the rest of the first graders playing hand bells at the state capitol.  The morning of, she was so excited before school.  The time to leave the school comes and goes, and no bus driver.  They were supposed to get to the state capitol at nine.  The bus driver arrives to pick up the kids from school at 9:30.  They arrived at the capitol and were told they missed it.  The bus drivers only comment:  “Oops my bad”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan was crushed and her and others burst into tears.  The teachers thought on their feet, and had the kids play one song on the capitol steps.  But Meagan's day was ruined.   All because a few adults could not plan, or communicate.  Not the first time at this school I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad however thought on his feet and picked up some roses on the way home.  He snapped a picture of her holding one in front of the Christmas tree.  While dad wasn't looking I took the memory card out of the camera and uploaded it.  Not easy to do either with paws...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116589004497711925?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116589004497711925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116589004497711925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116589004497711925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116589004497711925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/12/capitol-fiasco.html' title='Capitol Fiasco.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116532899731406862</id><published>2006-12-05T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:17:32.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>During dinner the other night, the family was eating at the table, while I strolled around the table.  I spend my time between dad and the messy biped puppies, hoping for a morsel of food to be dropped, and licking an exposed knee every once in a while just to see them jump.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad derailed the regular conversation by asking if they could have anything for Christmas what it would be.  Josh kicked it off by rattling of the modern equivalent of Ralphie’s Red Ryder carbine action two model air rifle.  Dad then asked them to pick something that was not a toy.  Meagan chimed in with Candy, and dad then asked them to pick something that was immaterial.   Both puppies grew quiet as they contemplated the new rule.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was the first out of the gate with, “I would wish that people would get along better.” Meagan followed with “I wish people would learn to share”.  Josh then followed with “I wish they would end all the wars”.  Meagan then summed it all up with “I just wish people would get along better”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad furthered the conversation that night with things with stories the kids had from their day at a school, and what was plastered on the news that night.  Dad wondered what some of the kids at school would say, and if each story had a child, what they would want for Christmas.  Here are a few of his ideas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dad would come back home.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a mom and dad to hug.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn’t have a sister.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my real mom loved me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my mom was home from fighting the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my brother did not do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a sister.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dad wouldn’t hit us.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could play with my mom and dad more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a child to hug.&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that is depressing stuff, dad had his dark moments no doubt.  But something to think about this Christmas, take it from someone who sits back and just watches as you humans run around all the time.  Sit down and look into every child’s eyes you see this Holiday season, and wonder what it is they really want for Christmas.  I am willing to bet my chew toy, that it is not the hottest toy this season, who you are visiting and when, what people are wearing at church, or who is or is not there.  Take a look deeper in their eyes, and start to think what are you really doing to help them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to pee, where is mom? I need to go out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116532899731406862?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116532899731406862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116532899731406862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116532899731406862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116532899731406862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='What I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116529294952079276</id><published>2006-12-04T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:29:09.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>The biped puppy lost her first tooth last weekend.  When it came time to place it in her tooth pillow for the tooth fairy, she started to have her doubts.  Through her tears, mom and dad started to pull out the details.  She did not want to give her first tooth to the tooth fairy without knowing what was going to happen to it.  Dad looked it up on the Internet, and found that the fairy grinds the teeth and turns the dust into fairy dust that she uses to collect other children's teeth.  Meagan was happy with the answer but still did not want to forgo her first tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom suggested that she leave a note telling the tooth fairy about her dilemma.  Meagan did and then had a reply waiting for her in the morning.  The note written on what looked like very old paper, and smelled a bit like Tea to me, said “Meagan, We have plenty of fairy dust, because kids do not brush their teeth like they should.” Much to her surprise she was left a dollar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116529294952079276?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116529294952079276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116529294952079276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116529294952079276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116529294952079276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/12/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116464508708230911</id><published>2006-11-27T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:35:46.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/737454/KidsnTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/325584/KidsnTree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, dad and the biped puppies just got back Sunday from their vacation to Branson over Thanksgiving.   They were very glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vacation started on the tail of a very hard week.  If you will remember they had several things break on them, and a stomach virus made the rounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started out Thursday, but as dad was checking over the truck he found that a tire had &lt;a href="http://www.tirerack.com/tires/tiretech/techpage.jsp?techid=32"&gt;warped on the sidewall&lt;/a&gt;.  Evidently that is a very bad thing.  Dad checked the other three and found no warping but did find &lt;a href="http://www.sunbustercovers.com/images/tireuvdamage1.jpg"&gt;cracks on the side wall&lt;/a&gt; that ran around the tire just below the tread, (also a bad thing).  So before the trip could even start, they had to go by Wal-Mart and pickup 4 new tires for the truck.  This delayed them by just over 3 hours, but the delay was nothing compared to the safety of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not arrive in time to do anything on Thursday night but hit the ground running late Friday morning.  They started by going to a new shopping center and the big black Friday sales, but did not get to spend long there, and mom was pulled away like a cat off of a tree, so the family could go to &lt;a href="http://www.silverdollarcity.com/"&gt;Silver Dollar City&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/158000/coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/743904/coaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/986127/Kids_Deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/517853/Kids_Deer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad discussed how disappointed they were with several things at Silver Dollar city.  While a new section was added for kids, that was nice for younger bipeds, several kid shows had been retooled.  At the detriment to the kids having a fun interactive show singing Christmas carols were now single acts of non-interactive story telling that a majority of kids lost interest in fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/986127/Kids_Deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/517853/Kids_Deer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday before heading back home, they stopped back by the mall to allow mom to do her Christmas shopping that she was unable to complete on Friday.  Dad tried to be sneaky and pick up a small &lt;a href="http://www.frogman.com/"&gt;Tim Cotterill&lt;/a&gt; frog that mom fell in love with called &lt;a href="https://www.artifactsgallery.com/art.asp?!=W&amp;ID=17654"&gt;Forest&lt;/a&gt;.  However this being the first piece of artwork that Dad bought from a gallery, dad did not know there would be paperwork to fill out, and mom caught him.  Needless to say, mom received her present early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all they are very glad to be home.  And I will keep the tails of the wild parties I threw in the shop building to my self, the attendees, and the FBI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116464508708230911?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116464508708230911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116464508708230911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116464508708230911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116464508708230911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/11/vacation.html' title='Vacation?'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116403349792596546</id><published>2006-11-20T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:36:54.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover results.</title><content type='html'>Well, the weekend did not go as bad as I thought it would… for me.  Meagan’s birthday party went well, all the little girls had a blast, and I spend the night in the nice quiet shop building.  I will add a few pictures as soon as I get a chance, but it has been a busy weekend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/1600/948008/Meagan_6_Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/721/3201/200/371839/Meagan_6_Cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad woke up Saturday morning to a heater that would not come on, just blew air… air that had been sent through the duct work in the nice cold attic to be exact.  So mom and dad used the fireplace insert to keep us all toasty.  Dad went to cut some more wood that morning, and found his chainsaw had a cracked fuel line.  I can’t repeat the words that said, because there are things that even I will not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad know that things come in threes, so they kept waiting for it to hit.  They went to bed Saturday night thinking they might have been given a temporary reprieve by the third event.  At Ten o’clock it hit.  In the form of a biped little girl at the side of the bed saying she did not feel so goo..... Blaghhhhh  all over the bed!  Mom and Dad were up like a shot helping Meagan to the bathroom.  This continued ever 30 minutes till about five Sunday morning with the added bonus of spewing from the back end as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Meagan was on ice chips and apple sauce, and all of the leaking had stopped.  This morning Meagan still was not feeling well, so she is staying home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116403349792596546?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116403349792596546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116403349792596546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116403349792596546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116403349792596546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleepover-results.html' title='Sleepover results.'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116370318655093398</id><published>2006-11-16T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:53:06.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse than a trip to the Vet?</title><content type='html'>Dog, am I dreading this weekend.  It is Meagan’s birthday, but that is not the problem.  The problem is that Mom and Dad are letting this biped puppy have a sleepover.    Do you know what it is going to be like having 10 or so girls all the age of around 7 or so?  And I am not talking dog years here either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog, am I worried about it… I just don’t know what I am going to do. Dad at least has a room to hide in.  I just hope that he will let me stay with him.  I will not let them put bows on me.  This dog does not wag that way.  I will take a finger off first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116370318655093398?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116370318655093398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116370318655093398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116370318655093398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116370318655093398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/11/worse-than-trip-to-vet.html' title='Worse than a trip to the Vet?'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116247668141417087</id><published>2006-11-02T08:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:11:21.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/1600/Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/200/Halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween was a bit exciting for some us this year.  Dad was still sick, so he and I guarded the house…  Well the truth is I guarded the house and he played Call of Duty2 on the Xbox.  Mom took the two biped puppies to Jacksonville to go to a carnival in their costumes.  They met up with Ethan and Emma long enough for some pictures.  The kids had a blast, and detailed the nights events to Dad and I when they got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as we have been in this house, I can count the number of trick-or-treaters we have had on one paw.  This year, while dad was playing his video games, I was laying on the couch staring into the dark outside.  I saw some suspicious movement so I eased out a low rumble of a growl.  A knock at the door sent me flying into an all out barking fit.  Dad placed me outside so I could get a better view, and he gave the intruders a treat!  I could not believe my brown eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better not have been one of my rawhides!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116247668141417087?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116247668141417087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116247668141417087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116247668141417087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116247668141417087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116247393109031028</id><published>2006-11-02T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T07:25:40.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't a dog get a break!</title><content type='html'>Dad went back to work today, so you would think I would be in for some nice quiet time.  Wrong!  The biped puppies are out of school today and friday.  I can't fetch a break this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116247393109031028?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116247393109031028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116247393109031028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116247393109031028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116247393109031028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/11/cant-dog-get-break.html' title='Can&apos;t a dog get a break!'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116223478633866638</id><published>2006-10-30T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:59:46.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick People</title><content type='html'>The dogs in the next yard tried to make fun of me this morning.  They called me smelly dog.   Was not a big deal to me at all.  I just marked my territory along the fence and went back inside.  I know they will have to face the dreaded bath one day as well, and I will return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Meagan and Josh are doing well, Mom is still down with a headache, and Dad is home today from work with a sore throat and running a temperature of 101.    Dad is asleep on the couch and mom is in bed, I think I am going to pass out on the floor now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116223478633866638?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116223478633866638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116223478633866638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116223478633866638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116223478633866638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/10/sick-people.html' title='Sick People'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116191387063608548</id><published>2006-10-26T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:51:10.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog needs love 2</title><content type='html'>It started out with Josh, he got sick with temperature and upset stomach.  He got over his a week or two ago.  Meagan was next with just a temperature.  Meagan was down from Monday through Wednesday.  She went back to school today, but started running a temperature again tonight.  Now even dad started running a temperature tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day following mom around like a shadow, just wanting some love.  Mom has been down with a headache several days out of the week as well.  But she would lay on the couch and pet my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard work keeping track of the sick puppies....  Dad is on his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116191387063608548?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116191387063608548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116191387063608548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116191387063608548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116191387063608548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/10/dog-needs-love-2.html' title='Dog needs love 2'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116110120668806663</id><published>2006-10-17T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:11:09.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/1600/Kids%20on%20Slide%20S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/200/Kids%20on%20Slide%20S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad took the biped puppies to a local city caravel last weekend, once again no quadruped puppies were allowed.  They met dad’s parents along with dad’s brother and his family.  All the kids had a blast doing all of the carnie style things.  Attached you will find some pictures.  The kids went down a big inflatable slide. Meagan rode a pony… of course.  Dad could not convince the kids to climb the rock wall that the Air Force recruiters had setup.  Seems to me that they should have had a sand pit instead, but that I don’t think that would not have drawn the people as well.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/1600/Meagan%20on%20Pony%20S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/200/Meagan%20on%20Pony%20S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh did opt for the mechanical bull however, and had fun ridding it.  The operators were of course easy on him, unlike the boasting 20 somethings that followed.  All in all it was a good weekend.  The kids were wore out when they got home, and I enjoyed a peaceful day on the weekend, something does not occur to often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/1600/Josh%20on%20Bull%20S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/200/Josh%20on%20Bull%20S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116110120668806663?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116110120668806663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116110120668806663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116110120668806663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116110120668806663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-at-fair.html' title='Day at the Fair'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-116049446852110201</id><published>2006-10-10T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:34:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago Sandi was nice enough to take some family pictures for us, and dad finally got around to tweaking them.  He cut out some people from some pictures and placed them all in one.  Dealing with this many people increases the odds that some one blinks or looks away.  Notice the most important member of the family is missing… yea I was not invited. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/1600/Family_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/200/Family_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/1600/Meagan%20and%20Josh%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/200/Meagan%20and%20Josh%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-116049446852110201?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/116049446852110201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=116049446852110201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116049446852110201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/116049446852110201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29934731.post-115996788105007223</id><published>2006-10-04T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T08:18:01.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late afternoon fog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/1600/TV%20Kids%20small.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/721/3201/200/TV%20Kids%20small.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Dad, being the eternal child, picked up a fog machine on sale a few weeks ago and decided to try it out.  Dad powered it up and let it spray a 60 second burst of fog, that fogged up the entire house.  He and the biped puppies could not smell anything, but I could.  It was not a bad smell, not even enough to entice me to go outside.  I just observed the entire event from my comfortable spot on the couch.  The kids had a blast running around the house, playing in it and using laser pointers as light sabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit the biped puppies lost interest and went back to watching cartoons on the TV, and dad opened up the house to let the smoke out.  I think his action had more to do with mom getting out of the shower, where she had been up to this point.  Dad snapped some pictures of the kids watching TV with a little of the fog still left.  Remind you of an 80’s movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re here….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29934731-115996788105007223?l=maxs-view.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/feeds/115996788105007223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29934731&amp;postID=115996788105007223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/115996788105007223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29934731/posts/default/115996788105007223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxs-view.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-afternoon-fog.html' title='Late afternoon fog...'/><author><name>John, Kim, Josh and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01270192295502607503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
