tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75014772024-03-07T11:31:56.097-08:00These Crazy TimesJ R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.comBlogger253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-54204737841945264272011-08-16T04:56:00.000-07:002011-08-16T05:06:09.902-07:00All About Education?Please, Georgia schools are a MESS and then they bring in a Superintendent from a FAILING school system in Ohio to fix the problems in Dekalb County, GA? Yeah tell me it's still all about education and I'll tell you to have your head checked:
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<br /><a href ="http://www.ajc.com/news/dekalb/dekalb-superintendent-pick-quickly-1111719.html">Dekalb County</a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-41124328394487393052011-08-14T06:49:00.000-07:002011-08-14T07:11:06.186-07:00Help Rachel BlackRachel Black is 18 years old and from Leakesville, MS. She was diagnosed about two months ago with Stage 4 germ cell ovarian cancer, and has been in ICU for the last 5 weeks. Check out her story here: <a href ="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/rachelblack">Rachel Black</a>.
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<br />This young woman is a member of my family, and we'd like to help her out. To do that, we are asking for donations, via PayPal. It doesn't have to be big, it can be any amount, you know, like skipping that 5 dollar cup of Starbucks one day, but you can also leave a comment here to show your support.
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<br />Rachel's mom, has quit her job to be by her side 24/7, but insurance runs out folks and bills pile up. This is not a solicitation of pity but rather one of human support. This girl is 18 and cancer, at any age and in any form just SUCKS, but this girl hasn't even begun to live a life that is very vibrant and wonderful!
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<br />Let's all pitch in and see how the human condition can be passionate, uplifting and wonderful.
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<br />J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-25895696687602290442010-05-10T14:40:00.000-07:002010-05-10T14:43:32.114-07:00Separated at Birth?Elena Kagan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHc2983oju_kQYIzhbkVmmXnkD1SHJRMedeg-Aal3xkEVZ3n4dpu1sOTQi-mTx3og4sj_gHztEmUH4Ri1aVU9r5xKcDFpV64I3AsNz6RYkSb93leRiAmIsfzhyphenhypheni3s3HTRI7HPBA/s1600/Elena+Kagan.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHc2983oju_kQYIzhbkVmmXnkD1SHJRMedeg-Aal3xkEVZ3n4dpu1sOTQi-mTx3og4sj_gHztEmUH4Ri1aVU9r5xKcDFpV64I3AsNz6RYkSb93leRiAmIsfzhyphenhypheni3s3HTRI7HPBA/s320/Elena+Kagan.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469760122181658642" /></a><br /><br />Jon Lovitz<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre5_qhnZgPRDrU0vkJtL-U1318G821B7s3WBnp_SKZ8sWcJoKcXv771SkzMwTAHVRy_Mk5EyNoc4xAP0XQz8gfKSaRZiG7F-fUlgiXokfszz1XC3DsKBpJ51WJIul4tslEO4mfg/s1600/Jon+Lovitz+and+Elena+Kagan.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre5_qhnZgPRDrU0vkJtL-U1318G821B7s3WBnp_SKZ8sWcJoKcXv771SkzMwTAHVRy_Mk5EyNoc4xAP0XQz8gfKSaRZiG7F-fUlgiXokfszz1XC3DsKBpJ51WJIul4tslEO4mfg/s320/Jon+Lovitz+and+Elena+Kagan.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469759750532411074" /></a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-68919395187911522682009-06-20T16:18:00.000-07:002009-06-20T16:29:28.287-07:00NYC Dream - By RequestSo, when I lived in NYC, Astoria, Queens actually, I had another dream sort of like the one I had a few night ago, only in this dream, there was one girl and I couldn't shake this for days. In fact, I thought for sure I would run into this girl on the subway, the bus or just walking around. It's been 9 years since this dream and I remember it like it was yesterday.<br /><br />I was teaching and had gone to bed before my partner. I got up from the couch, brushed my teeth and said to her "don't forget to turn the light off when you come to bed" and then I went to bed. <br /><br />In my dream I was sitting on the couch and sitting next to me was a girl, about 6, small, slight and with very very pale skin. So pale in fact that you could see her veins through her skin as if her skin was paper thin. Her hair was long, not very thick and hung just past her shoulders in that typical straight banged little girl haircut. She was wearing a blue dress, white tights and black mary janes and she was looking straight ahead, not saying anything. The light by the couch (the same one I asked my partner to turn off) was on.<br /><br />In fact we were both looking straight ahead, out the window, which had a view of the street and neither one of us spoke. I was not afraid, I was very calm. Then, I remember we turned to each other at the same time, and smiled at each other. Very warm and sincere smiles. Then the girl went back to looking out the window. <br /><br />I stood up from the couch and then woke up. But when I woke up, the light in the living room was on, and that scared me. I woke my partner and said "why didn't you turn the light off", she said "I did". I said "well it's on, I didn't turn it on" and she insisted that she turned it off. I became very upset (as things were rocky between us) and started insisting loudly that she left the light on, that she must have left the light on, because I didn't so why was it on?<br /><br />We came to the conclusion that I slept walked and turned it on. I'm really not sure if I did, I don't know. But I know this...I remember that girl and I even now, I swear, I'm going to turn the corner and she'll be there.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-67041497889399921332009-06-19T05:11:00.001-07:002009-06-19T05:23:43.808-07:00Dreams - Open for InterpretationLast night I had the strangest dream. (sing it with me) In light of recent life events that have taken place, my sleep has been mediocre at best with me waking every few hours thinking that it's time to start my day only to see that it's 3:37 or 2:48 in the morning. <br /><br />But last night, I had a dream that was so vivid, so clear that I woke up to make sure I was still in my bed. This is the second time that I've had a dream like this where I can remember every detail. The first time this happened I lived in NYC and to this day, I can remember that dream and that was 9 years ago.<br /><br />It was a short dream, but very powerful and went like this:<br /><br />I was walking through a house carrying a pink (yes pink) recliner type chair on my head, only the chair was upside down so that the cushion rested on my head and the arms came down to my ears. I was balancing it with my hands. It was sorta of dark in this house, more like hazy, just like it gets before the sun goes down for the evening. I saw a man and I said "can I use your door?" and the man's voice said "no". I remember in my dream walking toward the door anyway and saying "I work for the government" and kept walking slowly and methodically toward the door. <br /><br />I went through the door, not remembering if I had opened it or not but it was a very easy transition and I still had the chair on my head. I ended up on a landing of sorts and on the landing were 3 young girls, very small, all dressed in blue, all with dark hair but their faces looked bloated and funny. Not grotesquely bloated but bloated and they had string wrapped tight around their necks, like shoelaces and I started to panic in my dream and kept saying "what are you doing, what are you doing over and over. The whole time the chair was still on my head. <br /><br />And all at once, in unison the girls said "we're waiting, we're next". <br /><br />My eyes popped open and I sat up, grabbed my cell phone for light from the screen and scanned my room to make sure I was in bed, in my bed, and I was. <br /><br />I couldn't go back to sleep because my mind started racing.<br /><br />And that was my night. Any comments, thoughts on the dream, anything would be helpful and if you're interested, I'll tell you about the NYC dream too. Just let me know.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-44286431737644329432009-04-30T13:31:00.000-07:002009-04-30T13:33:16.386-07:00Afghanistan Women’s and Children's ClinicI'm posting this for a friend. Make a donation, send it around to your friends, POST it on your blogs.<br /><br />I am writing this letter on behalf of the Afghanistan Women’s and Children's Clinic in the Paktika province. The Clinic began when 3 female soldiers (myself included) became concerned about the plight of the local children and women to receive medical care. In the remote region of Afghanistan, where the clinic is located, there are was only one local Afghan female to treat all the women in the province. We began to go over to the local all female clinic 3 days a week and work for a few hours delivering free medical care and training to the mid-wife.<br /><br /><br />This effort is not funded by the military and we do this in our spare time. We get all of our medical supplies as well as medicines and humanitarian aid (shoes, clothes, etc) from donations. We rely solely on these donations to keep the clinic up and running. Everything that we get goes directly to the patients. With over 70% of the population living in poverty, they couldn't afford medical treatment even if they desperately needed it. <br /><br /> <br /><br />We treat both females and children and operate with an all female staff, as women and girls are not allowed to be seen by male doctors. Many of the children that come in are severely malnourished and are in need of baby formula and food. Most of the time, the mother is either dead or can't produce breast milk. The locals have no way in which to purchase baby formula and no where to buy it from.<br /><br /><br />I was hoping that your company would either be willing to donate some baby formula and other baby items or allow me to purchase them at a reduced cost.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Thank you in advance for your consideration into this matter and any help that you can offer. If you would like to see the hard work we have been doing and the children which will be receiving the baby formula, you can visit my website:<br />http://afghanwomensclinic.wordpress.com/<br /><br /> <br />Thank you!<br />Sgt. Michelle Johnson<br />FOB Waza Khwa, AfghanistanJ R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-17984857939665445172009-04-08T15:25:00.000-07:002009-04-08T15:30:15.340-07:00Florida FoliageJust some foliage right outside my front and back door. I don't know the proper names for any of them, aside from the Palm, but all grow wild.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbU55yxKpB1EdH2wKEFyOHkkY1n0c_zEb5UhknHtj9M8Xzdp2tIhCwXMDyjDIdIF5cuJx5ydBvZPNIXI63kVkIWyrxM9Js0OoEhhZ7ynkuQMclh-uTEPxnE9zq20zqxSCmZo8lHA/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+-+Wendy+and+Flowers+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbU55yxKpB1EdH2wKEFyOHkkY1n0c_zEb5UhknHtj9M8Xzdp2tIhCwXMDyjDIdIF5cuJx5ydBvZPNIXI63kVkIWyrxM9Js0OoEhhZ7ynkuQMclh-uTEPxnE9zq20zqxSCmZo8lHA/s320/March+2009-Florida+-+Wendy+and+Flowers+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322451447935480818" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBQPeCBaytlrlplxGOUEuzNlwZzEaAKL4x0ZfP9NYIkFs07oSEIwNBCbIPQVfJFidpa_dzOnz6H_WR8m5yVXgeSChOOxcnyKIsNMW9FGWBZEcPs5LkGLzX6WODudhOeoRTy_WYg/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+-+Wendy+and+Flowers+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS5-l8DNQ4P4UDcVPDCi7HSKbTyA72P7i5xRzlXu44TSoSz1vy589EJgKJW8up2J_R9q3wAHrG0lGqvTZPHxXzVfuNJXHI_EWlHWhkS8HDJK5sphsUsF8nasbu_0mRbNhzIgNJyw/s320/March+2009-Florida+-+Wendy+and+Flowers+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322450877715137538" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrR6Ol5WVwmHl-yrJ8GAEQq8UPpf2sip85Vu1N6PZsAJVZqwjRPSxFNZBmx7FWa5iIXPcqihoyn-agk8zTCT0MlofPoEPop4bMTSRTdABaScbWv-6EBLCM1til5qBePtNADtliGQ/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+-+Wendy+and+Flowers+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrR6Ol5WVwmHl-yrJ8GAEQq8UPpf2sip85Vu1N6PZsAJVZqwjRPSxFNZBmx7FWa5iIXPcqihoyn-agk8zTCT0MlofPoEPop4bMTSRTdABaScbWv-6EBLCM1til5qBePtNADtliGQ/s320/March+2009-Florida+-+Wendy+and+Flowers+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322450612591779906" /></a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-18274852754952652752009-04-04T11:11:00.000-07:002009-04-04T11:25:39.537-07:00Boca PhotosLooking out onto Deerfield Beach, which is literally 15 minutes from where I live.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdZOZoV2ae_C_YClmfBvp_UtXFjE0BzCMNTFpDROMUB7wra-jqQ6YrS_g0PaD8J9IPn8gzZZBOqvyBpFK0G5qvIfv7zkIaXKUXJugeD3tGtJwgJkj0qoMDAjj2iYsm3g3abxrqg/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdZOZoV2ae_C_YClmfBvp_UtXFjE0BzCMNTFpDROMUB7wra-jqQ6YrS_g0PaD8J9IPn8gzZZBOqvyBpFK0G5qvIfv7zkIaXKUXJugeD3tGtJwgJkj0qoMDAjj2iYsm3g3abxrqg/s320/March+2009-Florida+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320901108790552386" /></a><br /><br />Pelican on the Pier. I was close enough that I could have touched it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWl7trUCJfsx1p2VhVRaaX4h2TOCue2FOnREWd826dq0nvwIlLM7xQflyY8m8wwg9xvssiMo5jv8er2RHJTJlOI6oh-AfjKEvrcBPOpjiGGSZmyWKUTOw94eUWIUZV7KPZ0VAmIg/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWl7trUCJfsx1p2VhVRaaX4h2TOCue2FOnREWd826dq0nvwIlLM7xQflyY8m8wwg9xvssiMo5jv8er2RHJTJlOI6oh-AfjKEvrcBPOpjiGGSZmyWKUTOw94eUWIUZV7KPZ0VAmIg/s320/March+2009-Florida+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320901579851572018" /></a><br /><br />Ocean from the Deerfield Pier<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkKT0mB6ZHfwNuO2sa0ICGfyebWxbhbS12CxxSKIopY40XeaE8pB0P9kmGW6kjLXH-gUAG2ELKfTe3ICpmat5q5FxAHGquJcZuB2OltmIjJPGBkGYCBIA8j9qulZgE8nOcdibhg/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkKT0mB6ZHfwNuO2sa0ICGfyebWxbhbS12CxxSKIopY40XeaE8pB0P9kmGW6kjLXH-gUAG2ELKfTe3ICpmat5q5FxAHGquJcZuB2OltmIjJPGBkGYCBIA8j9qulZgE8nOcdibhg/s320/March+2009-Florida+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320902136556112818" /></a><br /><br />View from the boat of a sailboat on the Intracoastal in Ft. Lauderdale.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3b6r8pZ9Hm9MEoTSihdo9bIcRP7yzGIR56r4N15RVz9GyPWlHLdJZyq6FruzQ3dKsmC9Meuijg6S2JoudqjgepOWqBTHnE2NqNSzBd-5u96A9kOSGa5QYnbBX5RgxeMa8F2oPog/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3b6r8pZ9Hm9MEoTSihdo9bIcRP7yzGIR56r4N15RVz9GyPWlHLdJZyq6FruzQ3dKsmC9Meuijg6S2JoudqjgepOWqBTHnE2NqNSzBd-5u96A9kOSGa5QYnbBX5RgxeMa8F2oPog/s320/March+2009-Florida+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320902462282583570" /></a><br /><br />This home, on the Intracoastal was bought by a man from the Otis Elevator family. It was a gift to his fiance. He became very ill and lost his sight because of it and the fiance left him because of it. The home now sits for sale.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tyrAGX6x827DQ9LBKxdJ4lHA8t44QF8xkEz2xiEIcFo-va2SfbJiEFdMdZMPYo3wwz8ZMgnu5rKmn1QfD8FnTGL6w6qyVc3ByHER8lT6pAz-_e_D5gOK265TBCgmDlojp8Uidg/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tyrAGX6x827DQ9LBKxdJ4lHA8t44QF8xkEz2xiEIcFo-va2SfbJiEFdMdZMPYo3wwz8ZMgnu5rKmn1QfD8FnTGL6w6qyVc3ByHER8lT6pAz-_e_D5gOK265TBCgmDlojp8Uidg/s320/March+2009-Florida+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320902984295435986" /></a><br /><br />End of the day. One of the may yachts on the water. Ft. Lauderdale is the yacht capital of the world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYpuWSD-85K9k3TaoFbW69RAEqiXxS92tWzu5pSqHoIspKPzSRXy6rapbzXGbOxzPQPeL4sDmno1NiakoxLHUckvKIVMU_PIDT0NK6fF4CdwglveQLJ3O7I5PsixN7uS2OOHMEw/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYpuWSD-85K9k3TaoFbW69RAEqiXxS92tWzu5pSqHoIspKPzSRXy6rapbzXGbOxzPQPeL4sDmno1NiakoxLHUckvKIVMU_PIDT0NK6fF4CdwglveQLJ3O7I5PsixN7uS2OOHMEw/s320/March+2009-Florida+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320903518436698466" /></a><br /><br />Life's "ruff" for a puppy in Boca!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eASzR1nlze3xY-tCJ2SI5jQMyPKo-eKrM6TPMm-UOjbYehfrCVgPl5rOriWMuPNl5tyXv4q-7M26Yt6dmz3-ilc_NhzNd89M3c_y-3hzMbzqb_lc78adgjOeH8W-7UJtQh7M8Q/s1600-h/March+2009-Florida+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eASzR1nlze3xY-tCJ2SI5jQMyPKo-eKrM6TPMm-UOjbYehfrCVgPl5rOriWMuPNl5tyXv4q-7M26Yt6dmz3-ilc_NhzNd89M3c_y-3hzMbzqb_lc78adgjOeH8W-7UJtQh7M8Q/s320/March+2009-Florida+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320904008083837522" /></a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-26017853143137294672009-03-09T17:53:00.000-07:002009-03-09T18:13:04.429-07:00In BocaOk so I'm officially in Boca Raton and I've done a lot of cool things thus far and I will post pictures when I get my usb cord because I managed to leave THAT in Atlanta. But I've seen some cool stuff and let me just say this...cruise ships look big on TV, they are HUGE when you're on a boat that's maybe 100 feet away and the homes and yachts that SINGLE FAMILIES own, let's just say I can't fathom that much house, that much boat or that much money. Granted a lot of them were for sale, but still. <br /><br />We rode by a house that was purchased by a man who is part of the Otis Elevator family. He bought it as a home that he and his soon to be wife could live in, it was a gift to her. The story goes that he became sick with a serious illness and it caused him to go blind. His soon to be wife, left him because of that and the home is now up for sale. (I'll post a photo of it soon).<br /><br />At any rate, I've been having a good time, enjoying the local culture, wanting to go fishing, go to Miami, Key West, etc. The people have been friendly for the most part, but I know no matter where you go, you'll encounter jerks.<br /><br />I'll post more later, just wanted to give y'all an update.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-80430117372842029232009-02-21T08:54:00.000-08:002009-02-21T08:57:25.924-08:00MovingTo Boca Raton for a job. I hate to go, but the Atlanta job market is pretty poor right now and the contract position (after getting laid off a week before Thanksgiving) I'm on is about up. So....I'm off, but who knows I may be back in 6 months.<br /><br />I'll pick back up when I'm settled.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-64862865540185852692008-11-11T13:45:00.000-08:002008-11-11T13:46:57.333-08:00Veteran's DayTake a moment, won't you and feel blessed for everything you are able to do, say and read because of these men and women.<br /><br />THE THINGS THAT MAKE A SOLDIER GREAT<br />Edgar Guest<br /><br />The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die,<br />To face the flaming cannon's mouth nor ever question why,<br />Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red,<br />The peonies and pansies, too, the old petunia bed,<br />The grass plot where his children play, the roses on the wall:<br />'Tis these that make a soldier great.<br />He's fighting for them all.<br /><br />'Tis not the pomp and pride of kings that make a soldier brave;<br />'Tis not allegiance to the flag that over him may wave;<br />For soldiers never fight so well on land or on the foam<br />As when behind the cause they see the little place called home.<br />Endanger but that humble street whereon his children run,<br />You make a soldier of the man who never bore a gun.<br />What is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees?<br /><br />The little garden far away, the budding apple trees,<br />The little patch of ground back there, the children at their play,<br />Perhaps a tiny mound behind the simple church of gray.<br />The golden thread of courage isn't linked to castle dome<br />But to the spot, where'er it be — the humblest spot called home.<br />And now the lilacs bud again and all is lovely there<br />And homesick soldiers far away know spring is in the air;<br />The tulips come to bloom again, the grass once more is green,<br />And every man can see the spot where all his joys have been.<br /><br />He sees his children smile at him, he hears the bugle call,<br />And only death can stop him now — he's fighting for them all.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-19893099194041779222008-11-06T09:32:00.001-08:002008-11-06T11:17:33.875-08:00Something to Chew OnYeah yeah, I've not blogged in a bit but this is something that CHAPS MY ASS. Prop 8 - passed and here's an article on "Why Gay Marriage was Defeated in California".<br /><br /><a href = "http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20081106/us_time/whygaymarriagewas%20%20defeatedincalifornia">Proposition 8</a><br /><br />But this is my FAVORITE part:<br /><br />"A symbolic low point for the gay side came on Oct. 13, when the Sacramento Bee ran a remarkable story about Rick and Pam Patterson, a Mormon couple of modest means - he drives a 10-year-old Honda Civic, she raises their five boys - who had withdrawn $50,000 from their savings account and given it to the pro-8 campaign. "It was a decision we made very prayerfully," Pam Patterson, 48, told the Bee's Jennifer Garza. "Was it an easy decision? No. But it was a clear decision, one that had so much potential to benefit our children and their children."<br /><br />And one of my favorite blog comments from the "Bee" - Because if there's something Mormons support, it's marriage between one man and ONE woman. The other women they marry at the same time don't count."<br /><br />They can eat a bag of dick! yes dick, because they'll tell you the rest doesn't count anyway.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-84004904229398349372008-08-13T06:32:00.000-07:002008-08-13T06:38:56.631-07:00Heidi NewfieldI heard this singer about 2 weeks ago and I love it! And I'll add the words too.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6-4irHfExI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6-4irHfExI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh there's something 'bout a man in black,<br />Makes me want to buy a cadillac,<br />Throw the top back,<br />And roll down to Jackson town,<br />I wanna be there on the stage with you,<br />You and I could be the next rage too,<br />Hear the crowd roar,<br />Make 'em want more,<br />Kick the footlights out,<br /><br />I wanna love like Johnny and June,<br />Rings of fire burnin' with you,<br />I wanna walk the line,<br />Walk the line,<br />'Till the end of time,<br />I wanna love,<br />Love ya that much,<br />Cash it all in,<br />Give it all up,<br />When you're gone,<br />I wanna go too,<br />Like Johnny and June,<br /><br />I wanna hold you baby right or wrong,<br />Build a world around a country song,<br />Pray a sweet prayer,<br />Follow you there,<br />Down in history,<br /><br />I wanna love like Johnny and June,<br />Rings of fire burnin' with you,<br />I wanna walk the line,<br />Walk the line,<br />'Till the end of time,<br />I wanna love,<br />Love ya that much,<br />Cash it all in,<br />Give it all up,<br />When you're gone,<br />I wanna go too,<br />Like Johnny and June,<br /><br />Like Johnny and June,<br />More than life itself,<br />No-one else,<br />This endless promise,<br />They don't make love like that anymore,<br />Is that too much to be askin' for,<br /><br />I wanna love like Johnny and June,<br />Rings of fire burnin' with you,<br />I wanna walk the line,<br />Walk the line,<br />'Till the end of time,<br />I wanna love,<br />Love ya that much,<br />Cash it all in,<br />Give it all up,<br />When you're gone,<br />I wanna go too,<br />Like Johnny and June,<br /><br />Like Johnny and June,<br />And when we're gone,<br />There'll be no tears to cry,<br />Only memories of our lives,<br />They'll remember, remember,<br />A love like that.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-39129921373944349622008-08-12T06:37:00.000-07:002008-08-12T06:38:53.927-07:00This Man....Is a MACHINE!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4UCx8036Efo0jEqteaPijnD_DBAyoEpAEk68GEb5yLyewiedMUdegtbeFxxZ12qRO-bu1Ime8ArCEpOzZR5uNmLar7KL2eYi_fGnL1oc6JnI2xohyyz8uo1ToYpNRjd8V9hfTw/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4UCx8036Efo0jEqteaPijnD_DBAyoEpAEk68GEb5yLyewiedMUdegtbeFxxZ12qRO-bu1Ime8ArCEpOzZR5uNmLar7KL2eYi_fGnL1oc6JnI2xohyyz8uo1ToYpNRjd8V9hfTw/s320/phelps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233625198147833586" /></a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-60120310517298012442008-07-15T11:25:00.000-07:002008-07-15T11:26:35.792-07:00Enough!Of "the FACE" already. Damn Favre, you made your choice, you knew what might happen.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60SedR9X0U5XVX5JMbzuvGEEyT18b5pZXj2Tfdqf8CDQFxQZLd2uJPJRlfkDEQFvZNHbicQuD_gFkmWviWLfh0KsltrWnQrRaP7N9gFZgNWHGjJuP2AOB32Hyhpx1bWdDxsziQQ/s1600-h/favre.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60SedR9X0U5XVX5JMbzuvGEEyT18b5pZXj2Tfdqf8CDQFxQZLd2uJPJRlfkDEQFvZNHbicQuD_gFkmWviWLfh0KsltrWnQrRaP7N9gFZgNWHGjJuP2AOB32Hyhpx1bWdDxsziQQ/s320/favre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223308929785092018" /></a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-11950231514092312982008-06-26T12:43:00.003-07:002008-06-26T12:53:39.899-07:00From the Mouths of BabesI found out that my nephew, who will be 3 in October had the chicken pox so I called to talk to my sister to see how he was feeling.<br /><br />Apparently there's a shot they give kids now that lessens the severity of chicken pox in terms of itching and how many they get, but doesn't stop it from happening. <br /><br />Caden, my nephew was out on the car port, "raking" the concrete, don't ask, I don't know, he's 3, and I wanted to talk to him.<br /><br />My sister hands him the phone and the conversation goes like this:<br /><br />Me: "Hi, Caden"<br />Caden: "HI"<br />Me: "Do you have the chicken pox?"<br />Caden: "Nooooooo (pause), I have a rake".<br /><br />And what, really, can you say to that?J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-31828185549549569702008-06-16T12:40:00.000-07:002008-06-16T12:44:41.957-07:00Can You Imagine?Waiting 55 years to legally marry the person you've chosen to spend your life with? Check out this article. These 2 ladies are just AMAZING - simply for the fact that they've managed to make it 55 years!<br /><br /><a href= "http://news.aol.com/story/_a/lesbian-couple-of-55-years-to-marry/20080616064109990001">55 Years Together</a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-31157577195905548592008-05-30T06:39:00.001-07:002008-05-30T06:41:30.083-07:00It's Here, It's Here!The 2008 Scripps National Spelling Bee Championship Finals:<br />8:00 to 10:00 p.m. EDT<br />Live on ABC: Independence Ballroom<br /><br />YAY!!!<br /><br />Yes I cheer these kids on, yes I feel bad for them when they mess up a word and get knocked out of the competition because these kids, in my opinion are the best and brightest and will someday run the world. They also work so very hard to get to this point and I think it's quite an accomplishment for them!<br /><br />Check it out, cheer them on!J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-61826721647131013502008-05-29T05:30:00.000-07:002008-05-29T13:41:56.441-07:00WTF!This is disgusting and quite frankly, that teacher should be admonished for her behavior and encouraging this behavior from the kids in her classroom. <br /><br />Students vote autistic 5-year-old out of class<br /><br />It sounds like somebody has been watching too many reality shows. Namely, Wendy Portillo, a teacher at Morningside Elementary in Port St. Lucie, Florida. She turned her kindergarten classroom into a cruel version of Survivor by allowing her students to vote a fellow student out of the class.<br /><br />The banished child is 5-year-old Alex Barton, who is in the process of being diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, a high-functioning type of autism. Not uncommon to his condition, Alex has had some behavioral issues and as a result, spends a lot of time in the principal's office.<br /><br />After returning to Ms. Portillo's classroom after a recent visit with the principal, his teacher decided to punish him with humiliation. She had Alex stand at the front of the class while his fellow students listed off what they didn't like about him. After informing him that they found him "disgusting" and "annoying", the class was instructed to vote on whether or not Alex should be allowed to stay in the class. By a 14 to 2 margin, they voted him out.<br /><br />Alex hasn't been back to school since then, but his mother, Melissa Barton, says he is still reliving the incident. The night after it happened, she says she overheard him saying "I'm not special" over and over.<br /><br />Incredibly, an investigation by the state attorney's office concluded that Alex's treatment did not meet the criteria for emotional child abuse and no charges have been filed. I don't know what the criteria for emotional abuse is, but if this doesn't meet it, what does? My heart breaks for all the children involved in this incident.<br /><br /><br />I'd like to vote this teacher out...better yet, I'd like to break my foot off in her ass.<br /><br />P.S. - for Girlcottboys - and for anyone else who can't and/or doesn't read carefully...this article was written by Sandy Maples. Then again I never said I wrote it and prefaced it as such! (Don't want to hurt any feelings now)J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-54314325094288907772008-05-25T18:55:00.000-07:002008-05-25T18:56:32.819-07:00Time to Remember - Memorial Day 2008IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow<br />Between the crosses row on row,<br />That mark our place; and in the sky<br />The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br />Scarce heard amid the guns below.<br /><br />We are the Dead. Short days ago<br />We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br />Loved and were loved, and now we lie<br />In Flanders fields.<br /><br />Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br />To you from failing hands we throw<br />The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br />If ye break faith with us who die<br />We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br />In Flanders fields.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-48800125263072836752008-05-15T10:49:00.001-07:002008-05-15T11:00:44.059-07:00Why Delta Sucks Ass or You Too Can Treat People Like ShitDear Delta, <br /> BLOW ME! You are the SUCK! And this is why.<br /><br />A friend of mine borrowed my suitcase (which was a gift from my Aunt) to take a trip to Spain on your crap-tastic airline. Getting there went well. He arrived, the luggage arrived, everything was great.<br /><br />But oh no...you couldn't just let it go from there and make the return trip just as pleasant, could you? Nope. Your baggage handlers, both human and automated destroyed my suitcase to the point where it looked like the plane ran it over, backed over it to see what it hit the first time, then ran back over and dragged it down the runway.<br /><br />Your response? "We'll try to repair it and in the event we can't, we'll REPLACE IT!" REPLACE, for your pea brains means to give back (whether by purchasing a new item or some fucking form of magic), the same item or it's equivalent. Offering to fix that bag was like offering to unbend a hub cab that had been run over by 20 freight trains. Ain't happenin'.<br /><br />So my friend kept following up for a status and got the big run around. He finally realized you weren't going to make good on your offer and now he has to replace the suitcase himself.<br /><br />You've got to be buggin' out if you think for one moment that I believe that a) you're not responsible and b) you can't afford it. Your flight costs have gone up, well BEFORE the price of gas went up. Not to mention Jet Fuel and gas...not the same shit. Your customer service has gone to shit, your on flight service is laughable at best, if your hub wasn't Atlanta with the throngs of business people that fly in and out of here, you'd be more fucked than a hooker on Peachtree and 10th.<br /><br />Can't afford to replace a suitcase? Yeah, guess that may have cut into that ridiculous million plus salary that you have to pay to your fat cats at the top, who apparently think they shit gold and don't have to be responsible for their actions, let alone the actions of a company.<br /><br />Bottom Line - You're the SUCK! AirTran gets all my business from now on.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-12760716644499546422008-05-10T19:48:00.000-07:002008-05-10T19:49:29.752-07:00Happy Mother's DayDear Mom, <br /> Today is May 12th, 2008 – Mother’s Day and I am here in Tennessee spending it with you. While driving here and while here, as I do at all times really, I think about how much you’ve done for me, how much you mean to me and how much I couldn’t have accomplished without you.<br /><br />You had me when you were 19 and now I am 36. I imagine that your life was put on hold for quite some time in order to raise me, then my brother and finally my sister. No having children of my own, I can’t imagine what that must have been like. I remember seeing the sacrifices you made, and can recognize them now, but I’ll never know what it’s really like to put my life on hold and be responsible for another human being. <br /><br />With that said, I want to thank you for the following;<br /><br />1. Helping me get myself dressed in the morning for school and combing my hair.<br />2. Making breakfast and letting me help, especially with pancakes and cake that Harold the cat, later jumped into.<br />3. Making 36 cupcakes the night before the class party AND delivering them.<br />4. Showing up with the class Christmas tree, even though I “forgot” to ask.<br />5. Keeping all the “ornaments” I’ve made. From paper chains to clothespin reindeer and still pulling them at, now that I’m 36 years old.<br />6. Little League, Baseball, Softball, Volleyball, Ice Hockey games, being there, even in the freezing cold and never complaining – and also buying all the equipment that went with it.<br />7. Money for school dances.<br />8. Money for the “Book Fair”<br />9. For instilling in me the joy of reading, the importance of patients and what working hard can really get you.<br />10. Staying on me about “did you get your homework done”? And pushing me to go to college<br />11. Warning me about people I shouldn’t hang out with, letting me do it anyway and not saying “I told you so.”<br />12. For giving me the LOVE that is BLACK LICORICE – damn that stuff is good.<br />13. For encouraging me, even to this day.<br />14. For not walking away from me when I told you I was gay.<br />15. For letting me make my own mistakes and still be able to say “I love you”.<br />16. For teaching me that life is hard, and sometimes you just have to get used to the fact and work through it.<br />17. For encouraging me in my successes and not lecturing me for my failures.<br />18. For calling just to say “I’ve not heard from you, are things okay?”<br />19. For teaching me that even the simple things, like popping bubble wrap can be a great stress reduction.<br />20. For all the numerous vacations you took me on when I was a kid<br />21. For making me realize that things can always be worse but they can always be better.<br />22. For teaching me to be nice and kind to everyone, because you never know what someone else is going through.<br />23. To not hit my brother. (I was far older than my sister when she came along, so this was not a question.)<br />24. To say please and thank you, always.<br />25. For always letting me know that I can ALWAYS come home.<br /><br />My admiration, love and and adoration for you, knows no bounds and for that I am grateful.<br /><br />I love you, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.<br /><br />JeriJ R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-44363119452043237042008-05-06T19:09:00.001-07:002008-05-06T19:18:57.773-07:00ChangeIf anything, you can see it in in my face.<br /><br />AIDS Walk - 2006, I'm on the right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSBVY6AwmlRFytpbd8ikNDBshFEtcDPPhrvLSUtSKdx7NmbMyDkqoxzP6eqJGKB_tbcficNhkFRw_30YdkYG-nm8Ib4DUbYHCScoOWN5Kfx34zIvPDwxDA1XGc9nov29OsIbegA/s1600-h/AIDS+WALK+2006+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSBVY6AwmlRFytpbd8ikNDBshFEtcDPPhrvLSUtSKdx7NmbMyDkqoxzP6eqJGKB_tbcficNhkFRw_30YdkYG-nm8Ib4DUbYHCScoOWN5Kfx34zIvPDwxDA1XGc9nov29OsIbegA/s320/AIDS+WALK+2006+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197452845208717634" /></a><br /><br />Yellow River Game Ranch - Sept. 2007<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wNWUZgQMwe7JvCNw-FvcrDTboVPGIw5j4YhiZ235nQ7JjFy5X2u8ZRZWOtfUiQVdoizjVMxb-DiVOMAcnuupF20PV4GWO5Xp0DBTvlDHzoFcHzWsTUmwsL2sEzXfUO1qJlLhhA/s1600-h/September+2007+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wNWUZgQMwe7JvCNw-FvcrDTboVPGIw5j4YhiZ235nQ7JjFy5X2u8ZRZWOtfUiQVdoizjVMxb-DiVOMAcnuupF20PV4GWO5Xp0DBTvlDHzoFcHzWsTUmwsL2sEzXfUO1qJlLhhA/s320/September+2007+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197453274705447250" /></a><br /><br />Crawfish Boil - March 2008 - I'm on the left.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjCPSGm2CRr5pVN5jiL1icKctTLSXHHdps00o3NduUVpw8Zl2rgHi9Nb-hOX7xXfBVvuuhtocz3KuZSANh1kpi-cKfbtdI57y2H09fMaVkKsxRYFV16l7SyEU2wp-3mvUCLwfrw/s1600-h/Ranger+and+Jeri.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjCPSGm2CRr5pVN5jiL1icKctTLSXHHdps00o3NduUVpw8Zl2rgHi9Nb-hOX7xXfBVvuuhtocz3KuZSANh1kpi-cKfbtdI57y2H09fMaVkKsxRYFV16l7SyEU2wp-3mvUCLwfrw/s320/Ranger+and+Jeri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197453725677013346" /></a><br /><br />April 2008 - My brother's wedding and most recent picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0D-BmnV7QhnA4jz3zYp6q9-X8UBXZhWACnijNTY9UXaYBQisoevcM9NIQao76XIliNac8_Ay1LcA_oZiQnPHq1gDJznJpC8GOFbB0MP338VkzQVvA2ncq9tnH3KfXX1YmEfz9Q/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0D-BmnV7QhnA4jz3zYp6q9-X8UBXZhWACnijNTY9UXaYBQisoevcM9NIQao76XIliNac8_Ay1LcA_oZiQnPHq1gDJznJpC8GOFbB0MP338VkzQVvA2ncq9tnH3KfXX1YmEfz9Q/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197454374217075058" /></a>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-40428571118234680242008-05-03T10:38:00.001-07:002008-05-03T10:38:51.386-07:00A Little Faith<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UkKTlzyLhQ&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UkKTlzyLhQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501477.post-45601211836964548242008-04-13T12:55:00.001-07:002008-04-13T13:17:46.292-07:00Going to the Chapel.....And my brother FINALLY got married. This weekend to the girl he's been with for 12 years. I suppose if you don't know someone after 12 years, you never will.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsEfzzM6qvdudiOae6C4dBG7dpGbb6fX5tK2LSOzbNsTfAwIjdwwmzBw4-dZuLiBQBe8oj66WHoQZOX35s89hWRj4VajgeTjn90ThjgwnDxe2MCMYapwqqIlCkpXV5YJDWEhmLA/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsEfzzM6qvdudiOae6C4dBG7dpGbb6fX5tK2LSOzbNsTfAwIjdwwmzBw4-dZuLiBQBe8oj66WHoQZOX35s89hWRj4VajgeTjn90ThjgwnDxe2MCMYapwqqIlCkpXV5YJDWEhmLA/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188821828871343970" /></a><br /><br />The bride and her maid - of - honor before the ceremony.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FUsVy4GS8jEAWRPDys7PMarLtspNfTUY3cXAyEujm7fq1iKacJTugHyHXLLWSWFohrPM2fldupUYdWuIZcwbPj-B1M3mSlXTrqpaqzwtQH1rImX9vFIezGpCwbRmu5RRU4DNbg/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FUsVy4GS8jEAWRPDys7PMarLtspNfTUY3cXAyEujm7fq1iKacJTugHyHXLLWSWFohrPM2fldupUYdWuIZcwbPj-B1M3mSlXTrqpaqzwtQH1rImX9vFIezGpCwbRmu5RRU4DNbg/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188822803828920178" /></a><br /><br />My brother and his wife after the "I Do's".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i5U3gX0x3LB8T_awBkdYphbgEDyirh_16YowEipwjANCduZW_mbMH670c9T7VjHyRXFTYFwZqHD61NjXz-gtF_lYz-02JgIsk7iZD_kUwpL_0XHCoCcHOEUWCLiB7LHV1QCW0g/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i5U3gX0x3LB8T_awBkdYphbgEDyirh_16YowEipwjANCduZW_mbMH670c9T7VjHyRXFTYFwZqHD61NjXz-gtF_lYz-02JgIsk7iZD_kUwpL_0XHCoCcHOEUWCLiB7LHV1QCW0g/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188823190375976834" /></a><br /><br />Me, my brother, his wife.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtk-_MtQjDwugkfPD_QyFGUnW7U6GE1qKkFopSU7_g6ddkiycE40N83x5nuT8o4rDQ-v794NiyC0HMp0Nc54sATqBUeTN3ninVNOTfa03vmi2SUGoHPQIn1cnM6Z_mrpRycp5Dtw/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtk-_MtQjDwugkfPD_QyFGUnW7U6GE1qKkFopSU7_g6ddkiycE40N83x5nuT8o4rDQ-v794NiyC0HMp0Nc54sATqBUeTN3ninVNOTfa03vmi2SUGoHPQIn1cnM6Z_mrpRycp5Dtw/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188823795966365586" /></a><br /><br />My Dad and Me. This is the ONLY photo I have of my father and I together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6qHOXZSAX8efUg6TGvPBpljLbQ94PmUeyE_pfg6mC-iqsxaQLzq2j523JM0oWvIgQjKZWuPPoR38KePoEmacXpcrSb8zBIvkR7cFqLle756cWwHbqrnycY-rTbbc4mj_rmKbSg/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6qHOXZSAX8efUg6TGvPBpljLbQ94PmUeyE_pfg6mC-iqsxaQLzq2j523JM0oWvIgQjKZWuPPoR38KePoEmacXpcrSb8zBIvkR7cFqLle756cWwHbqrnycY-rTbbc4mj_rmKbSg/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188824259822833570" /></a><br /><br />My brother dancing on the staircase to "Sexyback"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2epe0_Obm-o1_ROX0DNFUl_2adt8tRdpFHDltLxsGVP6jJBxfWBbSDpc2PgX-ra7XIApVTPQnX1P1rNk9QdkD5D8GWX-_TkCZ16mRSBjEMiPCPclDJYMPJMXdxRwmTtJfAMpGsg/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+065.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2epe0_Obm-o1_ROX0DNFUl_2adt8tRdpFHDltLxsGVP6jJBxfWBbSDpc2PgX-ra7XIApVTPQnX1P1rNk9QdkD5D8GWX-_TkCZ16mRSBjEMiPCPclDJYMPJMXdxRwmTtJfAMpGsg/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188824654959824818" /></a><br /><br />My nephew bustin' a MOVE on the dance floor. He gets his mad skillz from me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoQG2yAHCGVorAi_KQycA6hBIgVH7kK0CLayLtvdGZDK0eTlfoApgqiOWq6iZenTq6VjEHrCwlH9LGCqxzaY_GWPx32cI1oHaLNqNWXn2ld_zeBNK2K6ZK27s_F3eTkl2N0GIYQ/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoQG2yAHCGVorAi_KQycA6hBIgVH7kK0CLayLtvdGZDK0eTlfoApgqiOWq6iZenTq6VjEHrCwlH9LGCqxzaY_GWPx32cI1oHaLNqNWXn2ld_zeBNK2K6ZK27s_F3eTkl2N0GIYQ/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188825032916946882" /></a><br /><br />Me and my little sister.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHv3mFK0QQHKYgIOkOYToGeAbN4r_ZIVNp2mseBenevd-AnO5AwC1xLF_EayLo_-n_UTmiI_lskS7ENfxWh6mGznrSDx9lYhp3JaM70PGwhI2D8nyT-MtSDDZzG1RoIN2ufPQgTQ/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHv3mFK0QQHKYgIOkOYToGeAbN4r_ZIVNp2mseBenevd-AnO5AwC1xLF_EayLo_-n_UTmiI_lskS7ENfxWh6mGznrSDx9lYhp3JaM70PGwhI2D8nyT-MtSDDZzG1RoIN2ufPQgTQ/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188825380809297874" /></a><br /><br />My mom and I. She never smiles and we have no idea why. Until now. I gave her such a hard time, she "smiled" like that on purpose.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUtibBDRLDnncv8WIXNtwvMneUJw_T7whcB0Q9Epb_ifxHKMrSjrxinEHl9N9kfOtf1GWs2xljaKvJgvWdcSDPm3fPH41zF8A_swn2dikNVX1BhdB3sBbqKWSVeaY_c3NlAlQkw/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+089.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUtibBDRLDnncv8WIXNtwvMneUJw_T7whcB0Q9Epb_ifxHKMrSjrxinEHl9N9kfOtf1GWs2xljaKvJgvWdcSDPm3fPH41zF8A_swn2dikNVX1BhdB3sBbqKWSVeaY_c3NlAlQkw/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188825745881518050" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOoP0ZdxVzijFEHSgm9ux-RIRuOJzWw_x4u_DLaZbH0-KMHpm8R8-9fQzqK9wCigVmnRGRf2_jga5OxJKoW1UomCW_YItusRN3O36Qn7Xf7By4syi5d0oTez76F74glyQDK-P1g/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOoP0ZdxVzijFEHSgm9ux-RIRuOJzWw_x4u_DLaZbH0-KMHpm8R8-9fQzqK9wCigVmnRGRf2_jga5OxJKoW1UomCW_YItusRN3O36Qn7Xf7By4syi5d0oTez76F74glyQDK-P1g/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188826166788313074" /></a><br /><br />My two aunts (my mom's sisters), Karis, my second cousin, my sister and my nephew on the dance floor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUad9j1vFzj5HBvcGJq5-ZcgpAj4Ro9CYCglILg2NTAa-Qx6UOZPBCZpiQmOajnJEGJtBuAJcxT9lJn3v8hP7RgXRCERuCiqoS4CyOXEFp-lYwMNzH0s6rSL-rBWYaCAXxiCN2A/s1600-h/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+102.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUad9j1vFzj5HBvcGJq5-ZcgpAj4Ro9CYCglILg2NTAa-Qx6UOZPBCZpiQmOajnJEGJtBuAJcxT9lJn3v8hP7RgXRCERuCiqoS4CyOXEFp-lYwMNzH0s6rSL-rBWYaCAXxiCN2A/s320/Chrispin+and+Amy%27s+Wedding+April+2008+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188826518975631362" /></a><br /><br />And finally....the evening ends and a life together begins.J R Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com3