<?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-35635687</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:07:35.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pico-Pico</title><subtitle type='html'>Meaning "small" when used in a phrase by my Piperencino</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635687.post-7273578731049628130</id><published>2009-01-06T22:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:27:34.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new ideas</title><content type='html'>I have been having fears about my health lately.  I have neglected myself for quite sometime.  The New Year is really just a coincidence, not a resolution, for I have been craving change for quite some time.  I hope to chronicle this change because it is not merely just a physical change that I am seeking but one that goes much deeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-7273578731049628130?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/7273578731049628130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=7273578731049628130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/7273578731049628130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/7273578731049628130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-ideas.html' title='New year, new ideas'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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-35635687.post-5132865264293844785</id><published>2008-02-20T14:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:32:08.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I've gone and done it. My determination to get healthy has led me to sign up for a couple of organized runs. The first one is the St.Patricks Day Road Race that I did last year. It was the run that got me all fired up about running again, until I hurt my groin (what the hell?). You can choose to do 5km or 10km, so I chose the first option. I can do 5km. Now for the second race. I signed up for the Rocky Mountain Soap Company Women's Only Run in Canmore. Options, 5.5km or 11km. This time I went with the second option. Aagh, 11km! I mulled over the distances for awhile and figured that if I can run 5km in one month, I should be able to get to 11 km in about 2.5 months. Can somebody say MOTIVATION? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/R7ybuKiQdPI/AAAAAAAAABc/2YHb--XPKVQ/s1600-h/Forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169177689718813938" style="CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/R7ybuKiQdPI/AAAAAAAAABc/2YHb--XPKVQ/s320/Forest.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ps. I would love to run down this path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-5132865264293844785?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/5132865264293844785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=5132865264293844785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/5132865264293844785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/5132865264293844785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2008/02/running-mad.html' title='Running Mad'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/R7ybuKiQdPI/AAAAAAAAABc/2YHb--XPKVQ/s72-c/Forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635687.post-1912659828004277740</id><published>2008-01-27T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:10:43.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like my life is just rolling in and out, in and out. Change happens, progress is made and then everything reverses itself. There isn't any stucture right now and that is freaking me out.  Is that change I see on the horizon or has my ship already sailed?  Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/R50AvMV9NGI/AAAAAAAAABU/VC0tdjD1A5g/s1600-h/Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160281558803625058" style="CURSOR: hand" height="280" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/R50AvMV9NGI/AAAAAAAAABU/VC0tdjD1A5g/s320/Dock.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-1912659828004277740?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/1912659828004277740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=1912659828004277740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/1912659828004277740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/1912659828004277740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2008/01/tides.html' title='Tides'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/R50AvMV9NGI/AAAAAAAAABU/VC0tdjD1A5g/s72-c/Dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635687.post-8495161553299254379</id><published>2007-08-03T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:22:31.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish things would start happening.  Or maybe I need to be the one who makes things happen.  Is it wrong that I have no motivation and yet I expect things to just magically manifest themselves.  I need to change things, I can see what needs to be changed and yet I can't make myself do it.  I will continue to wallow in this until . . . I don't know, until something happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-8495161553299254379?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/8495161553299254379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=8495161553299254379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/8495161553299254379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/8495161553299254379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish-things-would-start-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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-35635687.post-6524418253961265451</id><published>2007-06-29T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:34:33.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I get a Canadian magazine every month that has to do with all things related to parenting.  It's kind of a guilty pleasure for me.  Every month they have a one page article written by the average parent and some random type of topic.  This month, the article was written by a mother who claims to be an introvert when it comes to being a mom.  Wow, I thought that I was one of the only ones.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She talked about diverting her kids at the park from other groups of kids so she wouldn't have to talk to the other mom's and how she rarely could stand to set up playdates, just to name a few.  I can totally relate.  I love my kids, words really can't describe it, and enjoy spending time with them.  I am just not the type of mom who is completely absorbed with being a mom and having to talk about it with every other mom out there.   Do I feel guilty about that?  No.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On my Piperencino's 4th birthday, one mom stayed behind to hang out at the party.  We managed to get a few words in, amidst the commotion of five, 4 year olds.  When the topic of work came up, I mentioned that I worked 3 days a week.  She on the other hand is a stay-at-home mom and worded it that "she was lucky, she didn't have to work, her husband made enough so she could stay at home."  At the time, I didn't think much about it.  A week later, I was somehow reminded of it and I couldn't believe how upset it made me.  I felt like I was being judged because I worked.  She didn't care about what I did, because she never asked.  She was a lucky housewife - I had to work - so does that make me unlucky?  HELL NO! I know she probably didn't mean it in a rude way but why is a mom who stays at home all day luckier than the one who gets to go to work 3000feet off the ground?  We all know I'm not going to work for the money! :)  I want to be there for my kids but I'm not giving myself up, not all of it.  I can't do it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-6524418253961265451?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/6524418253961265451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=6524418253961265451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/6524418253961265451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/6524418253961265451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-mom.html' title='Being a Mom'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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-35635687.post-8647654913162093952</id><published>2007-05-18T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:02:04.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My choice for the Seven Wonders of Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks Quodlibet for the post.  I had to go and check it out for myself.  Although there were many wonderful choices, I decided that I had to stick with the ones that I have seen myself, which eliminates about half of the selections.  I don't have a particular order but here is my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt; - Up north, you can't even begin to imagine how beautiful they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prairie Skies&lt;/span&gt; - I fly them and I love how much "sky" I can always see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ice roads&lt;/span&gt; - What a feat, and I love being able to see through 10 feet of ice under my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Cathedral Grove&lt;/span&gt; - Stopped in last summer, a sense of awe and serenity from this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Rockies&lt;/span&gt; - I can never tire of them, when I've been gone, seeing them again means home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sprial Tunnels&lt;/span&gt; - Practically crazy,  I can't imagine what it was like working on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trans Canada Highway&lt;/span&gt; - How cool is it that one highway can take you from one side of the country to the other, allowing you to access all these wonders of Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-8647654913162093952?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/8647654913162093952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=8647654913162093952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/8647654913162093952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/8647654913162093952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-choice-for-seven-wonders-of-canada.html' title='My choice for the Seven Wonders of Canada'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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-35635687.post-1973887216464972676</id><published>2007-05-15T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:54:39.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcycle mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting a motorcycle wasn't the first thing on my mind, so when we got a phone call asking if we wanted a motorcycle we, of course, had to say "yes". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 1999, I walked into a motorcycle shop and saw a motorcycle on a display pedestal. The moment I saw it, I determined somewhere in my mind, that if I ever got a bike, this would be the one. Fast forward from there to 2 years ago when Spencer from work showed me a picture of his girlfriend's newly purchased bike. My jaw dropped open because it was "the bike". A month ago or so, Spencer told me that Lisa was thinking about getting a Harley, "the bike" for her. Upon hearing this, I told Ben, who told me, that I should let Spencer know that we may be interested in it and could he let us know first if Lisa was going to sell it, no promises though. Last Wednesday, I get the phone call that Lisa found "the bike" and were we interested in buying hers? It took Ben and I about 10 seconds to decide "yes" and then about 5 minutes to figure out where the money was going to come from. On Friday, we picked up the bike and now I have to learn how to ride it. Fortunately, Ben knows how to ride and actually used to own a bike (thus why I was in a motorcycle shop in 1999, looking for a helmet to wear when riding with him) Unfortunately, I have no clue so I am signed up for a class at the end of the month. I even have my learners manual so that I can start studying. Ben has showed me how to start it, but when I sit on it, I feel a bit overwhelmed. It makes me think of my students when they first start flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The bike" is a 2001 Honda Shadow ACE 750cc (so probably a year newer than the one I saw). So not too bad for a starter bike. It belongs to Ben and I however he insists that it is my bike . . . how exciting!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064831556053979666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/RknldzHJUhI/AAAAAAAAABE/fpC1k0cS5tM/s320/ace1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-1973887216464972676?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/1973887216464972676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=1973887216464972676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/1973887216464972676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/1973887216464972676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2007/05/motorcycle-mania.html' title='Motorcycle mania'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/RknldzHJUhI/AAAAAAAAABE/fpC1k0cS5tM/s72-c/ace1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635687.post-7676269364732995195</id><published>2007-03-26T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:11:04.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I gots me a digital camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I need to start a post like "I need to fly in a King Air". Well, yes, I have a camera and I am going to post some pics. Nothing too fancy to start with. I thought I would make my cat the first subject.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046449447345481906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/RgiXCP3-aLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U6Ga84uIVoM/s320/20070323_144042_37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ukee.  She was my anniversary offering to Ben, okay, well, maybe its more like I wanted a cat so I got one.  She is about 5mths old now and such a sweetie.  I can't ever come down into the basement and sit at the computer without her trying to snooze somewhere in my vicinity.  The kids love her and she is amazingly tolerant of them, especially when my little man starts grabbing her tail or picking her up a la Abominable Snowman in Looney Tunes ("I will hug you and pet you and squeeze you and call you George") I would feel bad for her, but she has plenty of opportunity to run away from him and seldom does.  Aagh, my Ukee-Schmookee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-7676269364732995195?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/7676269364732995195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=7676269364732995195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/7676269364732995195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/7676269364732995195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-gots-me-digital-camera.html' title='I gots me a digital camera'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/RgiXCP3-aLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U6Ga84uIVoM/s72-c/20070323_144042_37.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635687.post-2224309435064320994</id><published>2007-03-04T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:18:56.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a digital camera . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/Reu1wBDY5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wUDjBY5R8g/s1600-h/N340KCA2A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038320444665030082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/Reu1wBDY5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wUDjBY5R8g/s400/N340KCA2A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so i have decided that I really need a digital camera. One that can fit into my kneeboard or bag or coat pocket. There are too many wonderful opportunities for pictures that I miss out on because my cameras are big and not so easy to just whip out on a whim. For instance, tonight, I got to fly to Lethbridge in a Cessna 340 with a student of mine. What a great flight and what a great airplane! But it was all about the moon . . . this great big orange ball swathed in cloud. I don't know how well a camera would have done, but I would have liked the opportunity to catch it. It only lasted for the first half of our flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have always been that kid who stared out the windows everywhere we went. Even with all the trips between here and Saskatoon over my lifetime, I still enjoy the scenery. Every season gives you something new to see, a different perspective. I think that is what I like about my job. I get to see a different view all of the time and occasionally it can be absolutely phenomenal. For the rest of the time . . . beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-2224309435064320994?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2224309435064320994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=2224309435064320994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/2224309435064320994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/2224309435064320994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-need-digital-camera.html' title='I need a digital camera . . .'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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/_EMnO1Z7ckuw/Reu1wBDY5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wUDjBY5R8g/s72-c/N340KCA2A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35635687.post-116500871467170040</id><published>2006-12-01T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:31:54.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flying by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, i've been meaning to post here but just can't seem to find the time lately.It seems that there is never enough time to do the extra stuff. The extra stuff being the kind of stuff that is above the everyday necessities like eating, brushing your teeth, making sure the kids eat and brush their teeth . . . I promise, more will come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-116500871467170040?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/116500871467170040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=116500871467170040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/116500871467170040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/116500871467170040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-flying-by.html' title='Time flying by'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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-35635687.post-116079842457175680</id><published>2006-10-13T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:00:24.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In between</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1108/3969/1600/c182glass.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1108/3969/320/c182glass.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1108/3969/1600/vfrott1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1108/3969/320/vfrott1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I finally got to go flying today in the brand new C182T. What a great flight! Well actually the airplane did most of the flying but it was fun to get to play with all the features it has. While we were taking the pictures, the airplane started a gentle bank to the right. We looked at each other and both exclaimed "what?" and then the light came on in our brains. We were right over Red Deer and now the autopliot was just following the route that we had entered into the GPS - continuing on to 3 Hills! We laughed for awhile over this, what a good girl, just doing what we told her to do. The weather didn't allow us to land in Rocky or Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deer but we got to fly VFR-OTT, which is something that doesn't present itself very often, at least not for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-116079842457175680?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/116079842457175680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=116079842457175680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/116079842457175680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/116079842457175680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-between.html' title='In between'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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-35635687.post-116019541637931240</id><published>2006-10-06T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:30:16.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is the beginning.</title><content type='html'>Now it has begun.  On online sharing of my life with the outside.  I can only hope that it will be . . . I don't know.  I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35635687-116019541637931240?l=pico-thenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/feeds/116019541637931240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35635687&amp;postID=116019541637931240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/116019541637931240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35635687/posts/default/116019541637931240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pico-thenes.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-this-is-beginning.html' title='So this is the beginning.'/><author><name>Thenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13076732480694065566</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></feed>
