<?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-21316497</id><updated>2012-01-23T12:38:33.171-08:00</updated><category term='Heading to Narnia'/><category term='the sun sets on another vacation'/><title type='text'>Homee Dads Views</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3762576836043438452</id><published>2012-01-22T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:17:49.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heading to Narnia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPFinPUGqio/TxxJ6WLDbSI/AAAAAAAAARA/VxqF2Tx0Mw4/s1600/amber.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700512495077387554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPFinPUGqio/TxxJ6WLDbSI/AAAAAAAAARA/VxqF2Tx0Mw4/s320/amber.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the newest member of Homee Dad and Side Kick Sues family, this is AMBER. Born in 1986 into the world of Yamaha 340 Enticer, she was but one of thousands that made their way into the world of human companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After experiencing a few homes Amber has finally found her forever home that she shares with Homee Dad and Sidekick Sue. Much like HD himself she is what one considers vintage and not so pretty, but  she works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less HD and SKS have entered into a new challenge, that of snow machines (I mean sledding) for this is the latest word that describes what you are doing while you carve that trail in the fresh powder opening paths into untouched wilderness, crossing the beds of frozen wastelands giggling with the inner child in search for the next hidden entrance to Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are those who would suggest a chariot of such vintage just leads to the ongoing decline of our fresh air, constant roaring of engines that break the silence, while adding to the large already existing hole in the ozone. Thus encouraging the climatic change that ironically would make it impossible for us to enjoy Amber while our temperatures rise and lakes and rivers dry up. "PESSIMISTS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad invites all those who may have opinions to close your eyes but for a second and imagine the doors opening to a world that you can only imagine. Take that step what or where ever it is, into your own Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay real to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3762576836043438452?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3762576836043438452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3762576836043438452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3762576836043438452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3762576836043438452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2012/01/meet-newest-member-of-homee-dad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/-uPFinPUGqio/TxxJ6WLDbSI/AAAAAAAAARA/VxqF2Tx0Mw4/s72-c/amber.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-8259420976694506057</id><published>2011-12-31T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:18:14.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATS LEFT AFTER THEY ARE GONE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee sits here this morning with a tea in hand and statement on his mind. As I  am sure many have noticed Homee cannot be compared to the likes of Ted Dekker or Frank Peretti  ( who are they you ask?) just two of my favorite authors who on a regular basis lift Homee to worlds that I can only imagine. In those worlds Homee too is a super hero, a secret agent, or yes if you can believe it even an angel from above battling the foes of this sometimes tormented sphere we lovingly call home! (or was that ET that called home? - confused :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMACK !- wow that hurt but Homee is focused again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tree is down, the presents are unwrapped and for the most part all the guests have returned to their homes.  This I expect is the same for many in our small communities, and we are all attempting to get back to that routine which brought us to last weeks adventures. Yesterday afternoon Homee was sent on a mission by Sidekick Sue ( she was napping so that she would be able to stay up all night and socialize with others dressed like her as they unite to keep our streets safe and secure). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the list in hand Homee set off with one thing in mind - SKS is sleeping so there is no rush, the weather is great the streets are full - enjoy the encounter with the other like minded people and have fun. First stop WALLY MART, you know the place that everyone verbally shuns because they are the Big Box store that sucks the life out of all the local small mom and pop shops. The huge cooperation that gets all those lower than low priced items from child sweat shops, or dungeons that house the garden gnomes that went missing last year. Youth were blamed for the disappearances of these tiny yet adorable type creatures, taken as a prank or dare. Truth be told they were all taken against their will by Wally Mart greeters who once greeting you at the front door would secretly radio other greeters cruising the streets in unassuming vehicles waiting to hear that the way was clear as you were not home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold on - just pulling myself back again - Reboot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK while walking the isles of Wally Mart which were full of all those people who spoke of this place as it were actually the work of the devil himself, I overheard a comment that made me wonder if perhaps I  had just missed something. Two women greeted each other with the words that are customary this time of year, they hugged and pretended to kiss each other while they blocked the isle so that other shoppers needed to take a detour. When asked how the week went the one replied " well its over now, the mess is cleaned up, the dishes have all been put back for another year, THEY have all left. Thinking that this poor lady was joking as we all do she continued with  the comment " I really don't know why we do this, they all come home - cost me a fortune in food and drink, not to mention the presents, then of course the grand kids tromp snow through the house as they run in and out while I clean again. We do this every year and don't learn from the last, I don't believe in either Santa or Jesus so whats the deal......... she went on for I do not know how long but I had heard enough and took the detour humming Christmas Carols while I passed the Grinch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its at that time that Homee thought to himself, What would be the memories of those last few days that in fairness may be described as the Fast and the Furious. Grand kids continuing the game of lets beat up grampa, cheering and smiling as they use his belly as a trampoline. Looking at how our kids have become adults and how they deal with their own and remembering when ..... Listening to the sharing and not so sharing as the older kids ventured their way through Thomas the \train and assorted pieces of track. Laughing how when he walked through the door the first thing out of Kadens mouth was " wheres the helicopter grampa". Watching Keana the little princes as she took her first few steps and seeing how her and Dawson would interact - boy will that change when they get older. Last but certainly not the least was spending the time with Susan's parents as they attempted to block out the constant noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In closing I must admit that there is some sadness or it may be relieve because I have gone two days without using that phrase BENTLEY NO which was the most commonly used words over the Christmas experience ( I miss it dearly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HD&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/21316497-8259420976694506057?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8259420976694506057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=8259420976694506057' title='4 Comments'/><link 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tis the eve before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I woke up this morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its a yearly event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Homee's message was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The family they made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The young and the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little more white stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But its still not so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bentley he has it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The run of Cains house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There's nothing thats safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh look out Christmas mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Young Dawson he showed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A smile with no cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whats that over head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whirly bird in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kaden he grown so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A big boy leads the pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With the moves, swings and kicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We had all best step back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then there is Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's so sweet, soft as jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then she jumps up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lands both feet Homees belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mekhi runs the toy box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With his cousins he shares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But not Stanley or Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hands off he declares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh the smile of Keana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It lights up her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's truely a Pricess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adds a glow to this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Homee wakes up this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The excitment its growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The trees lights are on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In the dark such a glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight I will do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;High into the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I look hard and long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It may just catch my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas day its a coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will lay in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;While visions presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They dance in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will then hear the noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So much clang so much clatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will jump from my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To see what is the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On Thomas on Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And Bean dont be slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go Stepher go Matty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kellon dont leave Mego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the top of the roof tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And dont miss but one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On this day that your busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont forget to have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So Homee and Sidekick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;have opened their door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the floods they came in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;even more than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So the message from Homee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be sure that its clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And best wishes next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&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/21316497-817718653353546769?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/817718653353546769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=817718653353546769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/817718653353546769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/817718653353546769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2011/12/eve-before-christmas.html' title='THE EVE BEFORE CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-4765359316241494703</id><published>2011-11-27T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:13:30.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past has returned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfHkAVX6jyA/Ttf63YybaHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWNKcPKcHFQ/s1600/christmas%2Bmouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681285284404881522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfHkAVX6jyA/Ttf63YybaHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWNKcPKcHFQ/s320/christmas%2Bmouse.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Homee dad turned in last night he could never have imagined what he would wake to in the AM. As he lay there with SKS in her nighty and he in his cap, looking forward to fall to a nice evenings nap. Subconsiouly he was aware of the pitter patter of little feet but alas his mind held him in the sleep mode and he was not able to spring out of his bed to see what was the matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While visions of presents, they danced in his head, your Homee laid snuggled all nice in his bed. Then while he awoke, yes he opened his eyes,  cleared all the sleepy dust then he could rise. He went far down the hallway, the other side of the house,  startled as he noticed  returned "CHRISTMAS MOUSE".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no dobt, no none not a bit, anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mouse he returned on this day as before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new look christmas mouse but his message is clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same as before always this time of year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile and be friendly, be thankful and good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause he's always watching he promised he would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for 24 days he will be here, wont leave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except on that night, you know the one Christmas Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee Dad wishes all the best of the season&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/21316497-4765359316241494703?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4765359316241494703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4765359316241494703' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4765359316241494703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4765359316241494703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2011/11/past-has-returned.html' title='The past has returned'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/-pfHkAVX6jyA/Ttf63YybaHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWNKcPKcHFQ/s72-c/christmas%2Bmouse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-4382470227160501754</id><published>2011-11-11T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:39:46.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning to look like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad awoke this morning and two things immediately came to mind, only 42 sleeps til the fat man comes and with a thin layer of snow "its beginning to look a lot like Christmas". So with that in mind I offer the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The count down has begun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidekicks home today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; will find the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to clean the house and get my chores all done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids will all be home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presents under tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of them for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grasshopper again not to have won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what do we do this year for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bentley will arrive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; Ireland too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mekhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawson David after a long drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will Santa bring this Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; cannot wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as long there are more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he will not lock the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bring a gift and you will not be late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what to do this year for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side Kick has a plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we cannot say it hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she makes it every year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hard and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crunchy&lt;/span&gt; coming in a can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ending now this song for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many things to do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snowmen on the deck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lights of what the heck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;count the presents that are left for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all I have to say for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4382470227160501754?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4382470227160501754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4382470227160501754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4382470227160501754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4382470227160501754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2011/11/beginning-to-look-like-christmas.html' title='beginning to look like Christmas'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-6484686372692285247</id><published>2011-10-10T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T05:53:55.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RETURN OF HOMEE DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its been well over a year since Homee Dad has shared his views, thoughts, visions or just comments which have come from those small dark spaces in his grey matter. But I figure if the Jets can return after 15 years and receive a standing ovation for a 5 - 1 loss, then what has homee got to lose. Some will applaud Homee's return while others will either look with destain or just totally ignore, but what the heck - If I Homee Dad can make a difference in but 1 persons life then its is worth the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now prior to reopening this cavern I did the rational thing that any man would do - I told Side kick Sue of my intention. The immediate question was " why are you doing that - nobody uses the blogs anymore". Of course Homee took this as a sign that this was the thing to do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all grasshopper ( AKA THOMAS) has gone for far to long without the input from Homee Dad. He has done very well and Homee Dad is overjoyed with his advancememnts but alas what could he have done with input - the sky as they say is the limit. HD and SKS spent some time ago visiting Grasshopper and the fam. We were thrilled to see there new living quarters and spent some special time with Jr. Grasshopper ( Megan also ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HD and SKS also went out to the flatlands and visited Kaden, Ireland and their parents, again a wonderful time. There was one instance where Matt attempting to make it look like HD threw SKS off a park toy but it was all done with mirrors (never happened).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit here today looking at the clouds,listening to the wind and the sound of the timer going off as SKS is making Halloween Cup Cakes. The sounds of Fall, people raking their yards, boats being bundled for the winter and of course the cheers as the Leafs make another run for the holy grail (this is the year 1967 all over again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am quite aware that there is a sect in our society who may not appreciate nor believe what Homee brings to the table. To those I would ask " If it were not for toe jam why would we ever have a reason to lick our toes". I know simple question but so profound, this is HD's job - to ask the questions that need to be asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well must sign off for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe - be real and when need be fake it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HD&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/21316497-6484686372692285247?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6484686372692285247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=6484686372692285247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6484686372692285247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6484686372692285247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2011/10/return-of-homee-dad.html' title='THE RETURN OF HOMEE DAD'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-8703644712882636010</id><published>2010-03-06T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:02:43.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Megan, Kellon and Mekhi were over a week or so ago, shortly after Mekhi felt the need to show Grampa how he could lay guilt trips by dislocating his elbow at will (that's another story). Apparently he also felt the need to teach Sidekick Sue ( AKA Gramma ) how to build a train set. I am thinking he would have taught HD yet he may have still been gun shy from their last encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445560484045348530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S5KEaI5tXrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EWQrP1cwqTc/s320/DSC_1100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was actually a great visit, looking forward to the fact that the crew is in the area and we can start to see more of the grand kids (and their parents). This educational lesson from Mekhi must have worked as HD and SKS were in the city last weekend to run the Hypothermic 1/2 Marathon. We could not leave the city without a visit to Toys R Us so that we could collect toys at the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S5KGsDHJSvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/V7vHWf1DGY0/s1600-h/DSC_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445562990751992562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S5KGsDHJSvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/V7vHWf1DGY0/s320/DSC_1104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hey great work Gramma now go get me something to eat&lt;/em&gt;!, &lt;em&gt;and make it quick or I'll throw my elbow out&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We introduced Kellon to Deer Sausage, which apparently Mego felt the need to raid the freezer. 3 packs of deer sauage and one pack of egg rolls ( yeh - did you other guys catch that - meg got some of the egg rolls. ) Kellon missed this as he was still struggling with the fact that Homee Dad had a glass of milk at dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It appears that Mekhi has caught on to the fact hat if he just looks cute people may do as he expects. Something to do with pavlo's dogs and I think we are the canine in his world. Cannot wait to see what happens when we add Kaden, Ireland and Ali 3000 to the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well must run as we are now off to purchase the cupboard door hooks to keep the kids &amp;amp; Mego out of the kitchen. It appears Meg still feels our house is called Safeway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Til Later - stay real&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Homee Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-8703644712882636010?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8703644712882636010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=8703644712882636010' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8703644712882636010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8703644712882636010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2010/03/megan-kellon-and-mekhi-were-over-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/S5KEaI5tXrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EWQrP1cwqTc/s72-c/DSC_1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-7590053230439977750</id><published>2010-02-06T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:45:19.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sax on the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S219K0PreyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/k9WLsCQssB8/s1600-h/DSC_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435137950082628386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S219K0PreyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/k9WLsCQssB8/s320/DSC_1086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Homee dad and Sidekick Sue have returned from the Bahamas. HD knew this would be a trip to remember from the first night. Picture this, cuddled up with your man in a hammock hanging between two palm trees. Warm 73 degrees and the sounds of the ocean as the waves caressed the soft sand that was finer than fine. The warm breeze that carried the salty smell of the ocean accompanied by the haunting sound of the sax.The feeling was so relaxing, not quite sure if this was caused by the magic of the island or the consequences of the rum. This was night one in Grand Bahamian Sandals. What else could SKS have wanted - she had it all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The trip just got better from there, we managed to snorkel just off Sandals Cay which was a short 10 minute ride off the mainland. This island most of which was owned by Sandals resort had all you could want. There was a sting ray farm on the far end which of course had the occasional escape. So quite often while swimming a ray would wander by just checking out the action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S22CIAeRy_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/95IN2_vEeJE/s1600-h/DSC_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435143399383616498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S22CIAeRy_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/95IN2_vEeJE/s320/DSC_1095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S218sBwWUlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EUv1saPmz7o/s1600-h/DSC_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With just a week HD and SKS were not able to take all the usual events in but this did not stop us from enjoying the culture and town. We went into the down town a couple of times and just walked the streets. Amazing people who were very friendly and helpful. At one point we were able to view the ships that had come into port and saw the new Royal Caribbean that is HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We did take one excursion that at first we hesitated because it was rather expensive, this was the trip to Atlantis. Forget the expense, if we return we will do it again. The aquariums and exhibits were well worth the expense. The Hotel Resort is nothing but classy. The best part though was the water park - we spent most the day going down water slides, a 1/4 mile rapids tube ride. The tubes eventually were caught by a conveyor belt and you were lifted high into the air showing an amazing view of the island. Then once up there you had a choice - drop on tubes slides !! or take the ABYSS - total dark - straight down - scream and pray! It was absolutely fantastic. Of course there was also the straight drop into a tube that takes you through the shark tank - video attached. This was scary because at the top you could see just how high you were and how steep the drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S22BNGv3HkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NLEEvgMBugs/s1600-h/DSC_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435142387455696450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/S22BNGv3HkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NLEEvgMBugs/s320/DSC_1078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When we booked this trip we were worried as generally we love cruising and were not sure how we would enjoy staying at one spot. This was a first for us. We have come to the conclusion that although we will never give up cruising ( cruise next year - who's coming?) we would definitely do this again. We thought it would be a hoot with a group. So contact SKS my personal bookie and secure your spot on the &lt;strong&gt;HD &amp;amp; SKS 2012&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;somewhere warm adventure&lt;/strong&gt;. I promise it to be a memorable experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        It appears I could not bet the video to flip but you will get the point!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cfacb8c74f5675ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcfacb8c74f5675ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12E00F82228A5722CD9C1C1B496EF1484A81D1B3.671452A39248768B103579ACE3F881E6A0D05348%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcfacb8c74f5675ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDKwnk6uxM6e0J8SKJakDJG97rj4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcfacb8c74f5675ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12E00F82228A5722CD9C1C1B496EF1484A81D1B3.671452A39248768B103579ACE3F881E6A0D05348%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcfacb8c74f5675ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDKwnk6uxM6e0J8SKJakDJG97rj4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-7590053230439977750?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7590053230439977750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=7590053230439977750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/7590053230439977750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/7590053230439977750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2010/02/sax-on-beach.html' title='Sax on the Beach'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/S219K0PreyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/k9WLsCQssB8/s72-c/DSC_1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-1836394360852365765</id><published>2010-01-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:54:22.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - its a new start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sz95rt2XbnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DW1pBwez74E/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422186268326325874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sz95rt2XbnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DW1pBwez74E/s320/scan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It seems that the years have gone by and here we are in 2010, there was no stopping time. As Homee Dad always says and truly believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" Getting old is mandatory - Growing up is not"&lt;/span&gt; Yes but we have all the memories, far to many to mention in but a single blog. Some have been forgotten by choice and yes others by circumstance. Often I recall the past which at times causes Hommes somewhat aging face to smile, sometimes frown and far to often giggle. The past is who we are and often determines to a greater extent what we will become. Its at moments like this that I find myself envious of the rock ants of Egypt. The past can be as early as yesterday or as far back as teaching my buddy to skate. As we are all faced with the past we also find ourselves gazing at the future, what will come, what will be, what will I do? Will they ever make kettle chips in a noise free bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;None of these can be answered for sure but we can speculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are famous persons who have made a name for themselves predicting events which have not yet come. At times these predictions are obvious while others are questioned. Spending the Christmas season with grasshopper and his lovely bride made Homee think! It was such a fun time, it seems that grasshopper is maturing quite well. Can it be that he may posses some of the Homee traits? Can it be that these traits may be ingrained into his offspring? What a world this would be - a third generation of Homee's - its all starting to make itself clear - a world of Homee's - different yet the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It appears that I have managed to go off course *********** Focus ********** Yes the meaning of Homees first message of 2010. Its at this time that Homee Dad is going to step out on the edge and submit to my followers my suggested happenings for the year 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Woods will come out with a book deal in which he tells all - the surprise will be his childhood dream was to work in the circus. No wait - he's performing one right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a Movie release titled "EYES OF THE TIGER", the movie will follow the real life drama of the women in Tigers life. Casting is not yet set but front runner for the lead role of Tiger Woofs are said to be Denzel Washington and Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ignatieff will be visited by three spirits of ex-Prime Ministers who will enlighten him with the realization that when your not in office its easy to be right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBC will produce a new reality TV series hosted by none other than Rick Mercer. Contestants will be challenged to view such Canadian entertainment as Corner Gas, Little Mosque on the Prairie, Flash Point and of course This hour has 22 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of reruns they will then be tuned into - yes you guessed it, the Parliament channel- if they manage to stay awake they will be forced to identify characters in Parliament and match them to the much loved Canadian programs listed above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bonus round will be a simple question: how many times in 2010 will we be threatened with an election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toronto Maple Leafs will make the playoffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;World Happenings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;An unknown masked man will infiltrate the White house, making off with the presidents Nobel Peace Prize. After many failed attempts to sell it on EBay said man will again breach security to return the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makers of Kraft Peanut Butter will revisit the practice of placing a whole real peanut stuck in the top of each freshly opened container. This bold move will come after they come to the realization that peanut butter has peanuts in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Homee and Side Kick wish all the best for the year 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Homee Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-1836394360852365765?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1836394360852365765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=1836394360852365765' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/1836394360852365765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/1836394360852365765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-its-new-start.html' title='2010 - its a new start'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sz95rt2XbnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DW1pBwez74E/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-8791791865294341325</id><published>2009-12-26T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:32:30.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SzYkgFNXdaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xLBHWtK4syA/s1600-h/DSC_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559335159625122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SzYkgFNXdaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xLBHWtK4syA/s320/DSC_1044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the day after Christmas&lt;br /&gt;The wrapping is gone&lt;br /&gt;over but the crying&lt;br /&gt;Homees song will live on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas, he tried to&lt;br /&gt;with all of his might&lt;br /&gt;his effort - impressive&lt;br /&gt;the goal out of site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidekick she rocked it&lt;br /&gt;as usually she does&lt;br /&gt;kept control of the hand offs&lt;br /&gt;watched players just cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what of dear Megan&lt;br /&gt;with baby in tow&lt;br /&gt;she came a close second&lt;br /&gt;How! - Homee don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tense for a while&lt;br /&gt;Nations Capital they came&lt;br /&gt;it was clear from the start&lt;br /&gt;they were playing the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luggage - full of presents&lt;br /&gt;they attempted to try&lt;br /&gt;like the idol from survivor&lt;br /&gt;they were willing to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk, Wii whatever&lt;br /&gt;Megan's intentions were clear&lt;br /&gt;its all for the baby&lt;br /&gt;cause that's all that we hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw - the game shes all over&lt;br /&gt;fun and joys where its at&lt;br /&gt;its not about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Wait - did Homee just say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this that's happening&lt;br /&gt;Homee gives up the prizes?&lt;br /&gt;it appears that this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;his heart grew a few sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be so&lt;br /&gt;What Sidekick keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;the wrapping means nothing&lt;br /&gt;the boxes just laying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its the family&lt;br /&gt;the friends all held dear&lt;br /&gt;This Homee shall ponder&lt;br /&gt;When he kicks butt nest year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-8791791865294341325?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8791791865294341325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=8791791865294341325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8791791865294341325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8791791865294341325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-after-christmas.html' title='The day after Christmas'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SzYkgFNXdaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xLBHWtK4syA/s72-c/DSC_1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-237146849406445436</id><published>2009-09-12T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:37:20.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SqutJtKNzAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FL5ZGr_vym0/s1600-h/DSC_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584562077060098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SqutJtKNzAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FL5ZGr_vym0/s200/DSC_0975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sky was clear, bluer than blue. Homee Dad had just returned from work - he had it all set in his mind. He would take the Kayak racks off the car as there was no need to take the kayaks anywhere for the rest of the season. He an Sidekick Sue would continue with their exploration of the Winnipeg River. SKS had spoke of a day trip up to Minaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company was expected and all was good. As HD was reaching up to remove the rack he heard the oh so familiar humm of tires on the roadway up at the junction. The humming slowed as it was obvious they chose Olson not Olford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stepped off the sideboard his foot struck the ground scaring up a small grasshopper that had realised his resting place had just been disturbed. Homee Dad's resting place was also to be disturbed. Unlike this unsuspecting grasshopper this disturbance was invited. &lt;strong&gt;Yes Granada's favorite son had arrived!&lt;/strong&gt; The afternoon would take on a whole new direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear that Mekhi was wanting to check out the water, he played, splashed and ignored his mother as any good child may do. After all I was at a visit - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;who would punish me in front of grampa. If it was looking bad I would just pretend I was interested in grama's Kayak or perhaps pose for a shot that grampa could send to Pampers for their next box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquuksEkbaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_o1KClj33G8/s1600-h/DSC_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586125153037730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquuksEkbaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_o1KClj33G8/s200/DSC_0989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquvJyiLBnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gz0Gu6olRGk/s1600-h/DSC_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586762542974578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquvJyiLBnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gz0Gu6olRGk/s200/DSC_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well grama got home and we were all in the house for dinner, Mekhi had some issues to settle with Clover. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(must remember always look cute). Taught grampa a new game called "AHHHH", kind of loud but he caught on real quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course the age old grampa game that all kids recall, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;grama took the pics and again I was the star. Funny how it seems to always be about me! will life always be like this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquxuO0kTWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ncwq6MSwrUM/s1600-h/DSC_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380589587634867554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquxuO0kTWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ncwq6MSwrUM/s200/DSC_1005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380589881109976642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Squx_UGfFkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hc_Kdq3PhGA/s200/DSC_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquyoiINsvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SpHh143Ipwo/s1600-h/DSC_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380590589249958642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SquyoiINsvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SpHh143Ipwo/s200/DSC_0996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great time was had by all, but after a while rest was needed.&lt;br /&gt;It appears Mekhi is full of energy and mischief which no doubt has come from Kellon's side of the family. It would be great to view some of his pics from his youth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway great visit - good time!&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad &amp;amp; Side Kick Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS. The blue represents Mekhi's thoughts and comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-237146849406445436?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/237146849406445436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=237146849406445436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/237146849406445436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/237146849406445436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SqutJtKNzAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FL5ZGr_vym0/s72-c/DSC_0975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-4813253266871250547</id><published>2009-09-08T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:43:58.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic of the Shuswap continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sqb4LHQVA9I/AAAAAAAAANs/JbEROPBh8no/s1600-h/DSC_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379259674750419922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sqb4LHQVA9I/AAAAAAAAANs/JbEROPBh8no/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many years of heading to Mara Lake its amazing that the Mara Lake Magic always continues. For those who have no idea of what Homee speaks - you will never feel the point unless you are part of the legend. Homee refers to the most waited for item which all receive when you are caught up with the visit. Look carefully and you will see the 2009 edition of Camp Pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a ritual that has gone on for many years - the pants are one of a kind, prepared for each individual personality and of course are hand made. The camp pant elves although aged in years are young in imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This years adventure was one where Homee and Side Kick Sue were able to relax and enjoy sunny hot weather the entire time. The week as usual was spent water skiing, wake boarding, tubing, swimming, kayaking, hiking, playing games during the evening when not seated around the fire. As well the Mara Lake pirates although not seen left supplies of the CAPTAIN to be shared by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HD and SKS reluctantly returned to enjoy the magic of lock bay. I have included some pic of our friends we met while boating and kayaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sqb3eOHYgqI/AAAAAAAAANc/nAp1HBTaPZY/s1600-h/DSC_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379258903497835170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sqb3eOHYgqI/AAAAAAAAANc/nAp1HBTaPZY/s400/DSC_0946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is here especially for you mom, I know you love for the pelican, I have more and will forward them to you asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee and SKS had a very busy summer, the Shuswap escape was very much needed, we returned rested and ready to continue our tasks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But next year they will return for another year of magic, because anyone who has been these knows its a place that just cannot be forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        &lt;strong&gt;Stay safe - stay real - have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/21316497-4813253266871250547?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4813253266871250547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4813253266871250547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4813253266871250547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4813253266871250547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic-of-shuswap-continues.html' title='The magic of the Shuswap continues'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/Sqb4LHQVA9I/AAAAAAAAANs/JbEROPBh8no/s72-c/DSC_0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-804213556775007375</id><published>2009-06-07T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:37:34.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Thomas - your married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiwrAlnCoQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8Arthn8mOKg/s1600-h/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344694146877792514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiwrAlnCoQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8Arthn8mOKg/s320/DSC_0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well the big day is over, Homee Dad must admit that this was definitely an event that he will always remember. Yes my "y" is gone, Yes I was honoured to be the best man for my all time buddy. But what I am really excited about was that Thomas and Megan stated since the planning began that they wanted the event to be a party. That is definitely what they got - this was a party that will never be forgotten. Homee Dad and Side Kick Sue send off many best wishes to Thomas and our new daughter Megan Margret 2. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Siw8HkLxGiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hAwXPlLudbM/s1600-h/DSC_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344712958451718690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Siw8HkLxGiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hAwXPlLudbM/s320/DSC_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may expect the day was full of ceremony, pictures, food, food, food, food and drink. The most memorable part was the gathering of friends, and family. The reception enabled everyone to wish best wishes to Thomas and Megan as well as share the celebrations with some of the most wonderful people I have ever had the pleasure to meet. We even had the pleasure of meeting a star from "SDM" it was a memorable experience for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715494289129298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/Siw-bK6hP1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/1e6qstSmOLc/s400/DSC_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last but certainly not the least My thanks go to all those in the wedding party for taking part in Thomas and Megan's big day. Some of you I met for the first time but walk away with a feeling of sincere friendship. I enjoyed the day we all spent together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thomas and Megan - Congratulations - and thanks for the honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-804213556775007375?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/804213556775007375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=804213556775007375' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/804213556775007375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/804213556775007375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/06/wake-up-thomas-your-married.html' title='Wake Up Thomas - your married'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiwrAlnCoQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8Arthn8mOKg/s72-c/DSC_0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-808654421818450818</id><published>2009-05-31T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:32:38.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Y" is moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKeTjr6vqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cKK8qnOwtFY/s1600-h/Sca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342006166848978594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKeTjr6vqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cKK8qnOwtFY/s320/Sca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sending off my "Y"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKbaHLkQzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TSMosx7g0xw/s1600-h/Sca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas the time has come when Homee Dad must say good bye to grasshopper and watch him as he ventures out in the scary world of "yes dear". Since my buddy is my only surviving Y chromosome this event will be one that Homee Dad will Cherish. Sending a Y into a world of X's can sometimes be overwhelming. The X's seem to have positioned themselves in a place where they are under the impression that they are in deed the boss of us. After all they have managed to inundate society with catch phrases such as "X" marks the spot, " X &amp;amp; o's" why not "X &amp;amp; Y's" could it be that they are intimidated by the Y's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah but Homee must not dwell on what is the past - today is today and he celebrates sending his only "Y" into the world with his chosen "X" so that they too may place their mark in society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee looks back on the discussions when he was called by Thomas advising him of his intentions ( my Y was all grown up ). And of course when little Y and his chosen X sat with Homee and Side Kick Sue around the dinner table who could forget the look when little Y asked big Y to be his best man. Homee's response of " what don't you have any friends?" was one of both wisdom, surprise and of course earned him a slap up side the head from SKS. Since this Homee has managed to savour the extreme honour and reflect on the relationship that he has had with Thomas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKXLSnV0gI/AAAAAAAAALs/p4u9V98itWs/s1600-h/Scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341998328246030850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKXLSnV0gI/AAAAAAAAALs/p4u9V98itWs/s320/Scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From trying to make chess boards, splitting wood, traveling to Toronto and then Europe, Thomas teaching HD to funnel while SKS just shook her head, and last but certainly not the least the awesome fireworks partnership. All was in good fun and nobody lost an eye! Homee looks forward to the big event and is working on a message for the occasion. It will no doubt be one that is delivered in true Homee Dad Fashion. After all its up to the best man to ensure that Thomas is prepared for the adventures that follow. Homee is also quite excited as he does realise that there will come a day when his Y will start to falter and it will be up to Thomas to carry the "Y". I must begin his grooming now - perhaps I still do have a grasshopper, I know he will always be my Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;For those "Y's" reading this message be advised that all "Y's" are invited to attend an evening with Thomas on Friday 5th June at Maple Leaf House Grill and Lounge, 2749 Lake shore Blvd. W. After much discussions with Thomas this was the way he wanted things to be. I am sure he would welcome all fellow Y's at this location (probably some time after 6:00PM). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKcWZwIweI/AAAAAAAAAME/5uJQAPSVgl4/s1600-h/scan.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342004016698671586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKcWZwIweI/AAAAAAAAAME/5uJQAPSVgl4/s320/scan.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKbId8tlSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/T7QCGj4X8oI/s1600-h/Scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKd6ko3skI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s1TCHpfarpI/s1600-h/Scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342005737607901762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKd6ko3skI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s1TCHpfarpI/s320/Scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee dad must sign off for now as again I must fall to meditation preparing the message that needs to be provided on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-808654421818450818?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/808654421818450818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=808654421818450818' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/808654421818450818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/808654421818450818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-y-is-moving-on.html' title='My &quot;Y&quot; is moving on'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SiKeTjr6vqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cKK8qnOwtFY/s72-c/Sca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-4816633329198426933</id><published>2009-04-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:43:55.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if we didn't have bunnies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SeH0_YvGeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/UAPmI7egQgs/s1600-h/get+your+own+carrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323805604337580770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SeH0_YvGeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/UAPmI7egQgs/s320/get+your+own+carrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;strong&gt;Its Easter Bunny - Find your own Fricken Carrot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know the Easter message and what its all about, we have learned it from the time we were wee gaffers and remember the message today. But Homee wished to expand the mind, not to far of course cause, well I'm just not sure how far I can go and still find my way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we could seek things out we were all exposed to the great hunt, no not the Black Bear cause that's not allowed in Ontario any more. Not even the hunt for Christmas presents cause that also was never really allowed. I speak of course of the great Easter Egg Hunt. Here in Kenora as we speak hundreds of little people are lining up behind a small nylon rope waiting for the word to start the game. You must remember - the game that starts as fun and usually ends in disaster for the smaller of the little ones. The starting of a Marathon has nothing on the start of the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before to long we will have parents cheering and yelling at their kids, directing them to the next  piece of solid chocolate gold (usually directing them over or through some confused child standing in fear of the experience). Of course that child standing has their parents yelling to move!!, you won't get anything if you just stand there! Failure can be seen in their faces as they watch the Easter hunt bully grab yet another 6" solid bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the Easter hunt is one that every child must experience, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. But alas Homee as always sees the entire picture, Why has Green Peace ignored this annual on slot, are they so wrapped up in spray painting fur coats, and attempting to ram battle ships in the middle of the Atlantic that they have forgot the obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone wondered why you have never seen a chocolate bunny hopping around your neighbourhood, or why we can buy only chicken eggs at Safeway. Has anyone ever cracked a fresh bunny egg in the pan. You know the ones, they may be blue, yellow, green or even pink, usually come in a bunch sitting on a bed of coloured shredded paper. No of course we have not seen either the chocolate bunny nor cracked the coloured egg. Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The why is easy, its a government plot to keep Easter coming. I am exposing the people we elect because Homee knows no bounds when it comes to doing what is right. There are solid chocolate bunny farms where they keep these poor creatures and collect all the coloured eggs storing them for the one day that comes every year. There I have said it! I am willing to take the consequences, I will always be looking over my shoulder for that black sedan with smoked glass windows and the listening for the " kidnap the syco music in the background".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do locate the secret farm I will also advise my followers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your super hero&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4816633329198426933?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4816633329198426933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4816633329198426933' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4816633329198426933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4816633329198426933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if-we-didnt-have-bunnies.html' title='What if we didn&apos;t have bunnies?'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SeH0_YvGeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/UAPmI7egQgs/s72-c/get+your+own+carrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-4497597950064164414</id><published>2009-02-16T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:05:05.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Family Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SZl2O0EpamI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1Ap_zxMMdwk/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303400033073850978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SZl2O0EpamI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1Ap_zxMMdwk/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family Day ! - it gives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; a warm fuzzy all over, but alas there are those who would do their best to ensure this warm fuzzy is cold and matted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was shocked to hear the news - you must have heard it. History buffs and professors are in panic wondering where it is that they went wrong. It appears that Math ( adding, subtracting and such ) was not invented by the Aztecs, or Babylonians, or Egyptians - but it was invented by the MONKEY! That's right everyone needs to turn on Planet of the Apes and be scared. All these images of Egyptians in loin cloths moving tons of rock and counting on small beads attached to string are WRONG. In fact they need be replaced by monkeys in trees counting bananas. Why oh why was this released just days before Family Day? Is their a plot to belittle the Family unit, perhaps the Walton's were actually based on a butch of apes in trees. (really I believe the Walton's do not exist - although Santa does)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I must admit to the shock and awe of our parents and  grand parents, the definition of Family and or family unit has taken another course over the years. What with divorce, unwed parents, second, third and forth marriages, non traditional marriages, marriage to dolls, and lets not forget the highly publicised adoptions. You know the one where hugely famous performers and actors followed by camera crews jet off to obscure places in the world to whisk children from their homes and save them by bringing them to civilization so that they to can be happy. I could go on but I am sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; has got the point across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although skewed from historic definitions I guess Family is what ever you, they or I consider it to be. A family unit would include those whom you love and know you can count on or that they can count on you. (OK when I say count I mean in the traditional way, not a group of monkeys adding or subtracting). It appears the blood line is not even necessary to be family, in fact blood line is often a down fall as its well known that we sometimes do things to our "family" that we would never consider doing to a friend. But they are family right - they will forgive, you can count on that! (still no monkeys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family is what you consider it to be, generally its those people who you would do anything for, or never question why when called upon. If there is someone who you would cut your tongue and suck on a lemon for I would think this is one whom you consider FAMILY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Happy Family Day where ever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. If I have offended anyone who resembles, thinks they resemble, acts like, or climbs like a monkey - especially if they are able to count..............................................................to bad, get your own planet this is ours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4497597950064164414?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4497597950064164414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4497597950064164414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4497597950064164414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4497597950064164414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-family-day.html' title='Happy Family Day!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SZl2O0EpamI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1Ap_zxMMdwk/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-5242868197013852046</id><published>2009-02-01T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:21:49.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee Dad to the rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SYW_BF-iQgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WCmkm5jFRfI/s1600-h/HD+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297850562176500226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SYW_BF-iQgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WCmkm5jFRfI/s320/HD+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's like Batman would feel when he saw the light in the sky, the adrenaline - the need to drop all and jump into action no matter the cost. Yes Homee Dad was viewing blogs and MSN when he saw it. Like a dagger into his side, one of Homee Dads offspring had turned on the Homee Light, the northern lights nothing in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HELP - I'm going to a Ball"&lt;/strong&gt; HD immediately ran to the closet to find it, you know the cape, tights, and of course mask to hide ones identity. But alas after wearing same in public it appears Side Kick Sue has taken the liberty to hide my alter ego. I tried with my x-ray vision but it appears it only works when one is fitted in a suit of spandex, dragging a cape and identity concealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recovering from the shock of realizing HD will have to jump into action naked as they may say - I am ready to come to the aid of our third born " The Stepher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing Stepher - &lt;strong&gt;don't panic!&lt;/strong&gt; It has been my experience that panic usually results in negative and sometimes embarrassing moments. Its like opening that bucket of PB and realising there are only scrapings in the bottom. You hear someone coming down the hall - thinking they also may want that last morsel you plunge your face into the bucket scraping the bottom with your tongue. (be careful of the little nib in the centre as it can cut). It seems they were just looking for a glass of water, you remove your face in an attempt to look civilized but are left with that unmistakable PB ring around the face because you felt the need to panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second child of ours: A Ball is only a Ball because they did not call it a Sock. HD has had the opportunity to attend such events, in fact the last one was when I felt the desire to wear the tights, it was amazing the attention I received. Only wish I could find where SKS has placed them.......... REBOOT - back to the topic at hand, if Matthew had come home and stated we are going to a SOCK, would you have felt the desire to locate pieces of material you currently do not own for the purpose of wrapping ones self in and perspiring into while you enjoy the sock? I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noted the negative attention you directed Matthews way in your correspondence addressing his minor glitch in that he failed to use the word "BALL". This one word seems to be the cause of your uncontrollable panic and need to part with good old Canadian currency for the purpose of participating in this even. And fear not oh seed of my loin the expression &lt;strong&gt;" what the F&amp;amp;%$"&lt;/strong&gt; in your correspondence did not go unnoticed. Perhaps you may wish in future to replace the expression of panic with the word SOCK or SHOE or TIGHTS or ..... you get the point. But my child do not panic as your offspring are still unable to take in your correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as is often the case - saving the world is somewhat draining on the mind. Homee Dad is feeling the need to meditate in himself for the purpose of recharging. It is never clear when my powers may be required again. Must find the tights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun at at the SOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Safe - Don't panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-5242868197013852046?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5242868197013852046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5242868197013852046' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5242868197013852046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5242868197013852046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/02/homee-dad-to-rescue.html' title='Homee Dad to the rescue'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SYW_BF-iQgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WCmkm5jFRfI/s72-c/HD+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3541136856628305725</id><published>2009-01-21T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:44:01.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HD &amp; SKS have returned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXehj4W44BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/biq6GY16xWU/s1600-h/DSC0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293877524793188370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXehj4W44BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/biq6GY16xWU/s320/DSC0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after 14 days, Homee Dad and Side Kick Sue have returned from a trip we will not forget. There are no words to describe the places we have seen, animals we have encountered and friends we have made during this latest adventure. Instead we are placing just a few of our pics that will give you an idea of what we have seen. Unfortunately some pics such as the Nurse Shark 10' below me while snorkeling was not taken as SKS was out chasing a Reef Shark. But as you will see we did manage to take many pics that we will share at this time. As you can see Homee Dad still struggles some what with entering pics so I do hope they look as good to you as they did when I took them. Of course nothing beats the real thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293875519521379634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 473px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXefvKI1VTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/o5j2eX8TSqY/s400/DSC_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293876168618040322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 509px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXegU8NiXAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EaKhJCDe5Qw/s400/DSC_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293877023655447938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXehGteVzYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MssB79SXSYU/s400/DSC_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXeeUc0TvAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RAg3KjlMciI/s1600-h/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293873961167469570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXeeUc0TvAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RAg3KjlMciI/s320/DSC_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXee4fI0vsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cvZ6l2v9YNc/s1600-h/DSC_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293874580265680578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXee4fI0vsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cvZ6l2v9YNc/s320/DSC_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many pics and just not enough time, here are a couple of the Panama Canal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXeih4t3uQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tAmMLwYeRVo/s1600-h/DSC_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293878590041471234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXeih4t3uQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tAmMLwYeRVo/s320/DSC_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXei3QHfLXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eLQUiG4GJxA/s1600-h/DSC_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293878957100182898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXei3QHfLXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eLQUiG4GJxA/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXeZVQK_zCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RIjmaYkqe8A/s1600-h/HD+%26+SKS+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trip has come to an end, HD and SKS have numerous photo's that we are more than willing to share - stop by any time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another adventure behind us and so many more ahead - HD and SKS will boldly go where Princess will lead the way. Oh for those who may have questioned, yes we did collect some RUM along the way. And yes Buddy yours is on the way - a nice bottle this year made in Nicaragua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee Dad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3541136856628305725?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3541136856628305725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3541136856628305725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3541136856628305725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3541136856628305725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/hd-sks-have-returned.html' title='HD &amp; SKS have returned'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SXehj4W44BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/biq6GY16xWU/s72-c/DSC0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3375107986880870252</id><published>2009-01-19T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:55:57.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final note from the Coral</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huatulco&lt;/span&gt; Mexico was absolutely amazing, we went rafting down an amazing river were kids lined up to wave, they were holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iguana's&lt;/span&gt; that had to be 3 - 4 feet long ( they were petting their bellies). After getting a chance to jump into the river chasing the rafts, water fighting with other rafts - we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt; the tour by entering the delta into the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day on ship we were met by at least 100 - 150 dolphins that chose to play in our wake. Since our room is at the front of the ship we had an amazing view from our balcony. Cannot wait to show some of the pics. Nations Geographic will be banging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amazing day ended with a deck party that went on into the evening, food, dancing, and RUM. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad made the ultimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; as I was pushed into the Mr. Coral Princess contest by one of the cruise directors. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; the BRITS stood behind me all the way - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt; they helped push. Any way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; walked away with a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place medal - (Stupid newlyweds, they get everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we started our sea days on route to L.A. - Nothing slowed down, we figured we may get a rest but action continued all day and night. Games, food, dancing and of course RUM. Almost forgot about the whales we saw while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;entering&lt;/span&gt; the area of the Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Baja&lt;/span&gt; - they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;followed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ship for quite some time. Difficult to get pics as they kept their distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an amazing trip, we have seen dolphins, sharks, whales, alligators,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tucans&lt;/span&gt;, white faced monkeys, scarlet macaws, and various other birds all in their natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;. We have seen some beautiful country not to mention an amazing feat of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;engineering&lt;/span&gt; in the Panama Canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say this but knowing we have to return we are prepared to get back to the routine, we will have to cook for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ourselves &lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for the next one - unsure where but it will happen - any takers ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add pics when we get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HD &amp;amp; SKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3375107986880870252?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3375107986880870252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3375107986880870252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3375107986880870252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3375107986880870252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/final-note-from-coral.html' title='final note from the Coral'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-6463157210175749978</id><published>2009-01-16T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:13:02.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventure is ongoing</title><content type='html'>Well last time we spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leaving the&lt;/span&gt; Panama Canal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;en route&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Putarenas&lt;/span&gt; in Costa Rica. This was an amazing looking place - we went on the sky walk as they called it. A series of swinging bridges through the jungles, it was a hoot - the one bridge was 109 feet high over the canyon and 200 feet long. We were always looking for monkeys and of course they wait until you are in the middle of the bridge swaying from side to side before they come out of the canopy above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left headed for San Juan Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nicaragua&lt;/span&gt; - again this was amazing because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; much more than we expected. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;a tour on horse back through the hills, jungle area and of course along a huge fresh water lake. What an amazing way to see the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Quetzal&lt;/span&gt; in Guatemala, we took a tour into the central part of the country where we did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;boat tour&lt;/span&gt; on a huge lake surrounded by volcano's - one was active it was amazing. This country sports 33 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;volcano's&lt;/span&gt; of which 5 are active. The entire time we were escorted by National Police on this stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities on the ship are also continuing, eat, play, RUM and dancing - the shows are also very good. As I put finger to the keys we are on route to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Huatulco&lt;/span&gt; Mexico were we are going on a river raft experience! This will be the last stop on mainland until we get to L. A. Looking forward to the rest of sea days - besides we are planning all kinds of activities. Oh almost forgot - big deck party tonight - food, rum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;and dancing&lt;/span&gt; - this theme seems to repeat itself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-6463157210175749978?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6463157210175749978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=6463157210175749978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6463157210175749978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6463157210175749978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventure-is-ongoing.html' title='The adventure is ongoing'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-6229023962014363922</id><published>2009-01-12T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:20:13.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coral Adventure continues</title><content type='html'>Well since we last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corresponded&lt;/span&gt; we have left Aruba and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cartagena&lt;/span&gt; Columbia, we took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; Mangrove canoe tours as well as visited the old city. The history of this place is absolutely amazing. We left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cartagena&lt;/span&gt; and held our breath for the reason we took this trip - The Panama Canal - I cannot say anything that would explain just how amazing this was. Not only the amazing sights while going through the canal but the engineering that must have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt;. Considering this was completed 100 years ago - it took our breath away. Worth every $$$$ we spent just to see the canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a sea day as we are heading for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Puntarenas&lt;/span&gt; Nicaragua, the temps are pretty high as we are only 7 degrees north of the equator but its great. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nicaraugua&lt;/span&gt; we are going into the jungle area as we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; a swinging bridge tour as they put it at the top of the jungle!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time on the ship has been amazing we met a girl but I am at a loss for her name - something like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nyamia&lt;/span&gt; from Grenada, she knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kellon&lt;/span&gt; and spoke of his pics of Megan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mekhi&lt;/span&gt;. We had a great chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing on ships? water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;volleyball&lt;/span&gt;, water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;, dancing, sunning, and of course drinking RUM. The most amazing thing is the people we meet from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sign off as we are to go to a formal night tonight, seems we have been given the opportunity to have audience with the captain. I have to choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;between two&lt;/span&gt; ties - this is a tough one , must have another rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - forgot to mention in Columbia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Oh la&lt;/span&gt; hat - its cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off from the Cora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-6229023962014363922?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6229023962014363922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=6229023962014363922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6229023962014363922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6229023962014363922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/coral-adventure-continues.html' title='The Coral Adventure continues'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-7703000506730125641</id><published>2009-01-09T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:38:08.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee Dad From the Coral Princess</title><content type='html'>Well finally found some time to get to a computer, life is rough on the seas - we just don't have enough hours. Monday we flew to Ft. Laud. and spent the night at the Marriott with a number of others waiting to board the Coral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we boarded and what was always my disappointment starting with 2 sea days as our first stop is Aruba. I was pleasantly surprised as we had an absolutely fantastic two days, swim, eat fruit and great meals, drink rum, play water volleyball, meet all kinds of neat people, go to two fantastic evening shows followed by nights of dancing. So tired I could hardly drink Rum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we pulled into Aruba SKS and HD went to De Plam Island for snorkeling, eating and drinking rum. Snorkeling was the best we have ever seen - we saw one nurse shark and a reef shark ( no we have not had any rum at this point)  The locals told us their names as they are seen often. They fed us lots of food, and then toured us back to the Coral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another volleyball game and rum - soon dinner and of course we all will meet for another evening of dancing. Homee is already getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we will pull into Cartagena Columbia, we are going on some kind of mangrove and cave or tunnel tour. By the way the Coral Princess is amazing - very big and quite beautiful -----  must go its my serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love HD and SKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-7703000506730125641?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7703000506730125641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=7703000506730125641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/7703000506730125641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/7703000506730125641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/homee-dad-from-coral-princess.html' title='Homee Dad From the Coral Princess'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-6563231217025755673</id><published>2009-01-03T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:00:26.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE AZIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SV96UkvEJcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XAuN4ke0HeA/s1600-h/PC240233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287078981433304514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SV96UkvEJcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XAuN4ke0HeA/s320/PC240233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you all know Hommee Dad and SKS have lots of dogs.  Most are poodle's, but one is a Canardly - you know, you can hardly tell what type of dog she is.  She was Hommee's dog.  Azia came to us as a foster dog about 6 years ago.  She never left.  Azia has brought much colour to our lives!!  Shortly before Christmas SKS found a lump in Azia's throat.  A quick trip to the vet meant for some scary news.   Seems Az had cancer - and it was moving very fast - kinda like her when she saw a deer!!  Hope as we might, this was one christmas wish that wouldn't come true -yesterday Azia died peacefully, although far to soon for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of our dogs have taught us things over the years, and Azia has been no exception.  I thought I would share three things that Azia taught us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. when you see something in life that you want  - chase it - now! - regardless of what other's might say, you never know what you might find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When an obstacle is in your way, jump on it!! When you are on top, sit down and smile, just so the world knows you are there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Be fiercly loyal to your people - bite anyone that isn't. When in doubt, see lesson number 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever she is now I am sure that there are lots of deer to chase, poodles to pester and docks to jump off of!!  Bye Azia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HD and SKS&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/21316497-6563231217025755673?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6563231217025755673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=6563231217025755673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6563231217025755673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6563231217025755673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-azia.html' title='BYE AZIA'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SV96UkvEJcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XAuN4ke0HeA/s72-c/PC240233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3834974315868784007</id><published>2008-12-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:22:39.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the day after Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVUBiWIthqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yVRYZO4oVPg/s1600-h/DSC_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131427358443170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVUBiWIthqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yVRYZO4oVPg/s320/DSC_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tis the day after Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and in Homee's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;all the presents lay open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;one more -nah its a mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Homee and sidekick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;are stuffed to the bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;for our friends that we supped with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;filled us up - we rolled home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;From Grenada we did hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mekhi, Kellon and Mego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the sandman and presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oh the view - why don't we go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thomas and Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;also called Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;for Thomas - the winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Megan - what could I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;For Stepher and Matty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kaden, Ireland are the focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;have become quite the parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To K &amp;amp; I there the mostest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Of course Rob and Bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Santa stopped by with gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bean says she is working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;make her lunch make it swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;For Homer and Marg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;they thought they had made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the presents they wrapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;problem is " who will get it"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well last but not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Homees side Don and Nora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Beaverton they are sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;shovel snow - any mora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So Christmas is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;that's now what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Homee says count the sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;364 that's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;On this day after Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;all stuffed without fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;from Homee and Sidekick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best wishes for the New Year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/21316497-3834974315868784007?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3834974315868784007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3834974315868784007' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3834974315868784007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3834974315868784007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-day-after-christmas.html' title='Tis the day after Christmas'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVUBiWIthqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yVRYZO4oVPg/s72-c/DSC_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-5119344333255715133</id><published>2008-12-25T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:36:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPcxjpefvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9K-cuaP6vm8/s1600-h/DSC_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809531776630514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPcxjpefvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9K-cuaP6vm8/s320/DSC_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well another Christmas Eve has come and gone, Sidekick Sue and Homee Dad did our usual activities and have decided top share the photos. For starters we visited the main street during the evening when the traffic was gone. This is Kenora's Christmas pride and joy - The Christmas Tree! The pic doesn't really do it justice you really have to be there but we are still proud of it all the same.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPWKKnLroI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kCOvJWsB1VY/s1600-h/DSC_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283802257971457666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPWKKnLroI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kCOvJWsB1VY/s320/DSC_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is especially for Mego as promised. SKS and I went to the cemetery as well to visit Nicole and place our ice candle and rose. I thanked Nicole for watching over Mego and asked that she keeps an eye on her and her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have inserted another photo taken at the cemetery, again it really does not do it justice but you will get the idea of why Christmas in Kenora is so precious to us. The candles ( all 5,000 of them ) were lit by 50 volunteers that did the job in about 1 - 2 hours late in the afternoon on 24th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPYDcu91wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8GjZPh6IILg/s1600-h/DSC_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283804341600114434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPYDcu91wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8GjZPh6IILg/s320/DSC_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas around HD and SKS humble abode is also as part of the season as the events on the Eve of Christmas. We are often visited by our local creatures who take up residence on our property especially while the snow beds the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPekZGgzkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NGStQdDa3NQ/s1600-h/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283811504630582850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPekZGgzkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NGStQdDa3NQ/s320/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPfGIz9HCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vembOszNd_c/s1600-h/DSC_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283812084373330978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPfGIz9HCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vembOszNd_c/s320/DSC_0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPYDcu91wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8GjZPh6IILg/s1600-h/DSC_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas all good things must come to and end, we getting prepared to sit an sup with friends until we can sup no more. Tis the season - two weeks of eating, soon to be followed by two weeks in the Panama Canal. Stay tuned for more updates from HD and SKS as they make the transitions from the Atlantic to the Pacific aboard one of Princess's finest vessels. Pictures and commentary to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then - Stay safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Very Happy New Years Celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HD &amp;amp; SKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-5119344333255715133?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5119344333255715133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5119344333255715133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5119344333255715133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5119344333255715133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SVPcxjpefvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9K-cuaP6vm8/s72-c/DSC_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-1049270274330746259</id><published>2008-12-20T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:10:52.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Kenora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SU0DqqQTXsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rrZJWfH8GLQ/s1600-h/image005.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281881969407516354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SU0DqqQTXsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rrZJWfH8GLQ/s320/image005.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SU0DqqQTXsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rrZJWfH8GLQ/s1600-h/image005.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I spent much time attending the various Christmas concerts at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each of the schools I work with. This is always loads of fun, the kids and staff seem to put a great deal of work into the programs. As one may expect the gyms were all packed and kids excited because not only were their parents and family in the crowds but the week was winding down and they would soon be on the break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one of the schools the theme was Christmas around the world - they had small presentations on many different customs and beliefs from many countries - it was all quite interesting. In one of my grade 6 classes they had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt; to answer a question on the board. " If an alien were to land on earth at Christmas what would he think of our planet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenora&lt;/span&gt; they first of all would notice a huge tree which is wrapped in lights, surrounded with wooden boxes made to look like presents. All of this standing in the middle of the street. They would have noticed the street temporarily block off to traffic while hundreds of humans stood around it in -27 degree temps counting down to one when the switch was pulled and the lights lit. Hot chocolate and cider were plenty while songs of the season were sung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they were to look further down the street past the barriers they would see the results of the "BIG SPRUCE PROJECT", a revitalization project that makes down town &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenora&lt;/span&gt; look like a post card for the festive season. Trees wrapped in lights all down the street, and those humans walking about wishes best wishes to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later they would have witnessed Police Officers standing outside at three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prominent&lt;/span&gt; locations with large suburban vehicles, lights aglow and festive music playing. These vehicles were being filled with toys, food, and cash for those in need during this festive time of the year. That same evening the people gathered beside some funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;parallel&lt;/span&gt; tracks that seemed to run through this population, they would have seen small fires &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; in the -30 temp to keep all warm. Then they would have heard the cheers as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt; Train of lights stopped and entertainers put on a show of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; carols and songs for the waiting crowds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course if the aliens wait long enough - on the eve of Christmas they will witness the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; aglow with thousands of ice candles lit throughout the grounds. They will witness humans all hours of the night walking through the paths witnessing this awesome sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; - I suppose some of this would look strange and cause one to wonder about our race of being. But to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad this is Christmas in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kenora&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas and best wishes for the NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad &amp;amp; Sidekick Sue &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SU0DqqQTXsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rrZJWfH8GLQ/s1600-h/image005.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-1049270274330746259?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1049270274330746259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=1049270274330746259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/1049270274330746259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/1049270274330746259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-kenora.html' title='Christmas in Kenora'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SU0DqqQTXsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rrZJWfH8GLQ/s72-c/image005.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-5300072491027341440</id><published>2008-10-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:50:31.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest friend has gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOk_gusMgmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FWOuzWnh1Ik/s1600-h/DSC_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253800271826158178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOk_gusMgmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FWOuzWnh1Ik/s320/DSC_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As many are aware one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad and Sidekick Sue's greatest pleasures is watching the wide variety of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wildlife&lt;/span&gt; we are blessed with on the bay. This time of year we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; flooded with Canada Geese, they have their babies, raise them in family units and leave come the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week ago while looking at the Canada Geese we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; to find another goose. Although quite smaller than its friends it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; clearing sticking around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;research and&lt;/span&gt; checked with a friend who works with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MNR&lt;/span&gt;, he advised that this was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt; Snow Goose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the grey on the head, and back it identified it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt;. It seems he probably started the migration south with its family but for some reason could not keep up. So I suppose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; planned to leave with the Canada Geese soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem arrived today as it appears the Canada Geese are gone but our friend is still here. Well for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOlBqiLM_CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-4bVKWfJWf0/s1600-h/DSC_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253802639288499234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOlBqiLM_CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-4bVKWfJWf0/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOlCP2qKHOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YUZICdFDG8I/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253803280442203362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOlCP2qKHOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YUZICdFDG8I/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOlCP2qKHOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YUZICdFDG8I/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOlCP2qKHOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YUZICdFDG8I/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOlCP2qKHOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YUZICdFDG8I/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was cutting the grass our friend seemed to be interested in following me around the yard, it was funny watching him as he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; me. Then it happened - a bright white float plane went over really low, it was clear - our friend looked up, took off, and followed the plane. He has yet to have returned??&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/21316497-5300072491027341440?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5300072491027341440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5300072491027341440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5300072491027341440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5300072491027341440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-newest-friend-has-gone.html' title='Our newest friend has gone?'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SOk_gusMgmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FWOuzWnh1Ik/s72-c/DSC_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-4978053362982489581</id><published>2008-10-04T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:26:53.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is red really red?</title><content type='html'>Alas the world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad is often one filled with excitement, joys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to learn. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad am a strong believer in taking in as much as one is able, after all if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; shoot you cannot possible score (not a reflection on the LEAFS, for this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the year of the LEAF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many are aware &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; and Sidekick Sue have been renovating our humble home for some years now. A few weeks ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; ordered new garage doors for the resting place that houses our modes of transportation. The excitement grew as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; awaited for said doors to arrive, thus he could again impress the love of his life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; with his ability to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;conquer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who has taken a project like this on they are well aware the secret (although there are many) is to take your time and follow a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) do not consume rum while attempting to install doors&lt;br /&gt;2) ensure you have a clean, unobstructed work place&lt;br /&gt;3) read instruction carefully before proceeding with anything&lt;br /&gt;4) ensure at all points that every thing is level&lt;br /&gt;5) red means left side and black means right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; was pumped, these instructions were very clear - and printed in such a manner that even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; could follow. (well #1 was tough but, I was out of rum at the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two 7' X9' doors and all parts were received, all in good condition. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; cleared the work area read all the instructions and began the days events. After removing the old doors the job was quite easy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;homee&lt;/span&gt; dad thought to himself ( why you could have been a rocket scientist - you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door one is installed, winding of the torsion bar is completed carefully 31 quarter winds as per the instructions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad stand at the foot of said door lifts with one finger as this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;implied&lt;/span&gt; that all you will need. OK one hand, now try two hands, still nothing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; is working so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; decides to hook a chain to the door and get the assistance from his favorite long haired C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;anardly&lt;/span&gt; - PULL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;AZIA&lt;/span&gt; he yells, he then rushes to release the choke collar before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Azia&lt;/span&gt; passes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some consultation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Azia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; comes to the conclusion that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; is wrong. He checks all previous actions - no rum on site, area clean, read instructions, all level and red on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; decides to install second door paying close attention to instructions to see if all is well. Door installed - door opens with one finger, door closes easy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; takes a glance at door #1, he could swear that he saw it smile. (still no rum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; now takes door # 1 down thinking he has missed something and all will be well the second time. Door installed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; goes to lift, door does not move - great pain as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;throws&lt;/span&gt; out his back. Should have used A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;zia&lt;/span&gt; again. With a perplexed look on my face I lift door #2, slides with ease, makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call lumber store - speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; nice man at the counter - states they did have problems with the torsions bars , come in and pick up new one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;WOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;HOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;blame&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; will still know him as the genius he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take torsion bar down, drive to town, get new one, return home, install, lift door  - %$^%$@@, make call - return to town pick up another bar - return home install bar, lift door $%^^%$##%^*&amp;amp;^%$$%^^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to lumber store, speak with garage door man- review &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; instructions - all good, (still no rum). Nice man gives another bar. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;homee&lt;/span&gt; loads said bar in the truck he notices black spray paint on the one side of bar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; funny??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about paint he recalls instruction # 5. But there are two screws as was with all other bars which were painted red! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; considers that fact that perhaps the torsion bar has been put on backwards - NO! red screw on side of all bars ( red means left ). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; gets home, lifts torsion bar to place, this time he will turn around the other way ^%%&amp;amp;^*&amp;amp;*^^, nice man gave torsion bar for 8' door not 9' door. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;returns&lt;/span&gt; to get 9' bar and speaks to nice man about red and black. Nice man explains the BRIGHT RED screws should be ignored, should refer to the spray paint if on the bars for left or right. Nice man still has all bars returned by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;, walk over - look carefully - no paint. Nice man says with sheepish look - in the absence of read the bar is black. States this as if anyone installing doors knows this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; returns home with 9' bar - installs, lifts door with one finger - drinks bucket of rum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4978053362982489581?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4978053362982489581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4978053362982489581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4978053362982489581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4978053362982489581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-red-really-red.html' title='Is red really red?'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-8008985481064759881</id><published>2008-09-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:48:18.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad, his lovely sidekick Sue, soft music, stretch Limo - who could ask for more. I'll never forget the night September 20 2008 it lasted 2 hours 40 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes folks - the scene was the MST Centre - Winnipeg Manitoba, the main draw - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; the only draw as he needed no assistance. The lights went out - the spot light hit the stage - before us all stood the one, the only, the ledgand himself Sir "ELTON JOHN"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; went with a dear friend to the main draw that Saturday night - after all " Saturday nights alright! It was an absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; concert. Elton as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; calls him took the stage with no intro band, no breaks - he played and sang for for almost three hours - absolutely unheard of in any concert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats that - the stretch limo - no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hallucinating&lt;/span&gt;, check out the picks. Limo, dinner , concert and a midnight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stroll&lt;/span&gt; around the city. 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My life of seclusion is one that I had come accustomed to, open and shut - pardon the pun. What - you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get the pun? Let me introduce myself, my name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; garage door opener - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; at Saska&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tchewan&lt;/span&gt; Border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8iyvAjthI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B3oghM2WLJ4/s1600-h/P8280171.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241946746290157074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8iyvAjthI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B3oghM2WLJ4/s200/P8280171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; at Athabasca Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently I was often left in the dark - but then it happened - one of those liberating days one could only describe as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TSN&lt;/span&gt; turning point of the game. Let me back up just a bit, my life was one that you may expect for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GDO.&lt;/span&gt; I lived in suburban Calgary until my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; day came. It all started with the visit of two icons which us in western Canada have often heard the stories or legends. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wondered&lt;/span&gt; if they were real or just one of those stories that were made up to keep you going. Well I am here to tell you that they are real, as real as the light pouring into my world when I open the gate. Yes this day was real, a day I will never forget, the day I a lowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; was liberated by no other than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad and Sidekick Sue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8dmJXQD9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kJqfnXocfFQ/s1600-h/P8270166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241941032468221906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8dmJXQD9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kJqfnXocfFQ/s200/P8270166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; at Saskatchewan Info Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so emotional just thinking of it, its like one of those magazines with the stories that start off with the lines " I never thought this would happen to me BUT..." It was 18 August 2008 when the door was opened, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; pointed me in the direction of my home an I opened the door to my new life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; had come to visit the family who were already at the meeting place making ar&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rangements&lt;/span&gt; for their arrival. We were on our way to the Lake - vacation they called it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; at big bull in Manitoba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8ebY32qSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VFkeMaU5e5g/s1600-h/P8280173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241941947164567842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8ebY32qSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VFkeMaU5e5g/s200/P8280173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Shuswap&lt;/span&gt; was great although most of my time was spent in the car - it was only after I stowed away when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; started the journey home - to ONTARIO - it brings tears to my controls just saying the word, I want to scream it out loud ONTARIO ! It wasn't until we were 1/2 way through the pass when I made my presence know. Only then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; I realise my good fortune. I was taken in as part of the family, there was three on the trip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent time in the mountains, felt snow in August, visited large hunks of snow and ice that apparently were much bigger before someone called Global Warming got involved. I saw the results of his actions but he was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8jWjo_SbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jQ7j0OVg8is/s1600-h/P8260160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241947361713801650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8jWjo_SbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jQ7j0OVg8is/s200/P8260160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; relaxing at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Miette&lt;/span&gt; Springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to spend a night in the hot springs, a big water falls, slept in a cabin, continued on to visit a large egg, large bull and had my picture taken as I entered things called Provinces. I have attached some of the pics - especially the last one of me resting on our new deck on the shores of something called the Winnipeg River. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8k_jqcOJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5hm5kukFam4/s1600-h/P8290176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241949165606156434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8k_jqcOJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5hm5kukFam4/s200/P8290176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;GDO&lt;/span&gt; resting on deck Winnipeg River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; have been so gracious, its like I am part of the family. Many four legged creatures in this Ontario on the Winnipeg River place but I am sure I will...................Whats that ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; doing - she appears to be scratching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; onto a brown folder, she keeps looking at me. Whats that say ???????? Calgary Alta......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I getting this strange feeling inside..............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Wait&lt;/span&gt; - What are you doing, she's grabbing me - you cant do that --YOUR NOT THE BO........... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mMMMMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL WENT DARK -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-9144059482066897861?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/9144059482066897861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=9144059482066897861' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/9144059482066897861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/9144059482066897861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-of-gdo.html' title='Adventures of GDO'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/SL8b2e8a7II/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hxya_sKzsFg/s72-c/P8260141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-2286879766936161024</id><published>2008-03-09T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:15:04.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R9Pv_bLGsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/JFTXurktVPA/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175744269683962178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R9Pv_bLGsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/JFTXurktVPA/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; awoke with a thought, now I'm am not suggesting this in itself is an unusual event as I have many thoughts. Some are fleeting as they say, some stick with me for some time, some I forget before I realise that I had them -  and then there are those which I feel the urge to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would be the case if we were to look into a looking back device (commonly called a mirror) and nothing looked back, I mean nothing! blank, zero? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are those that believe this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; would make you a vampire, others a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;werewolf&lt;/span&gt;, others..... well you get the point - some kind of monster. I admit some mornings what looks back may fall into the definition of monster but I assure you that its still just you. A little rough around the edges but its you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflections are just that - reflections, they do not define you nor your situation at that point in time. They may be easily distorted by a ripple or a wave, this may be caused by some cosmic source, a distraction in your life or perhaps someone has just tossed a rock into your path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflections allow us to see where we were (or are in some cases), but they are also able to tell us how far we have come. Which brings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; to the point - yes there is always a point to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Homees&lt;/span&gt; messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; messaging may need to meditate some time to allow the meaning to penetrate into ones being - for these followers I suggest sitting crossed legged in your favorite place, right over left (very important or the message may be confused prior to reaching the grey matter). I must warn you that sitting crossed like this and meditating on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; messaging may cause minor numbness to the legs, brain and or other well padded surfaces. If said numbness continues for more than 4 hours seek medical attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caution - the above noted process should not be attempted if you suffer from, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chronic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pessimism&lt;/span&gt;, partial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pessimism&lt;/span&gt;, reality issues, self worth issues, if laughing or smiling seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; or makes you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;, or if the thought of a nice PB sandwich and tall glass of Rum and Coke do not seem to go hand in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REBOOT !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; is back on track, the point !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well grasshoppers its simple, reflections are there to remind, review, reward, and in some cases just for the purpose of looking at so that we can have a few laughs (only if your comfortable). Although reflecting can be useful nothing is better for ones well being than moving forward, by yourself, with friends or family. ( caution if you have to many you may require a larger looking back device)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been said " a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush", Homee admits some confusion with this theory although it may have something to do with metric conversion. I would think one in the hand may not feed everyone, I suggest before the two in the bush see you HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM. At least then as we gaze longingly into the looking back device our bellies will be full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-2286879766936161024?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2286879766936161024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=2286879766936161024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2286879766936161024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2286879766936161024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/R9Pv_bLGsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/JFTXurktVPA/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3749466306957731720</id><published>2008-02-29T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:15:04.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE WE THERE YET?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R8gLWNy3moI/AAAAAAAAADc/-yZ8EQI8Pj0/s1600-h/CSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172396648323062402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R8gLWNy3moI/AAAAAAAAADc/-yZ8EQI8Pj0/s320/CSC_0155.JPG" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  SO THE QUESTION STANDS " ARE WE THERE YET?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I REVIEW SOME OF MY SUMMER PICS I AM DRAWN TO THIS ONE, THESE FINE CANADA GEESE ARE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; ON THERE WAY. I AM SURE THEY ARE  WELL AWARE OF WHERE THEY ARE HEADING ALL BE IT THEY MAY NOT BE AWARE WHAT AWAITS THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS NOT TRUE OF ALL OF US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; WORRY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOMEE&lt;/span&gt; HAS NO INTENTION OF DRIFTING OFF INTO THE WORLD OF DEEP  THINKING! GOD KNOWS I WOULD BE LOST AND NEVER RETURN. AS STATED MANY TIMES BEFORE "I'M JUST A SIMPLE MAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OFTEN PONDER THE QUESTION - IF WE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt; KNOW WHERE WE WERE GOING HOW WOULD WE KNOW WE SHOULD STOP&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE A TIME LIMIT?&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE WASN'T A TIMER ON THE TOASTER JUST HOW BLACK WOULD THE TOAST GET?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO THEY DO WITH THE SHAVINGS FROM CARROTS AFTER AFTER THEY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LAITH&lt;/span&gt; THEM DOWN TO THOSE CUTE LITTLE MINI CARROTS IN A ZIP LOCK BAG?&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS BARNEY PURPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HOMEE&lt;/span&gt; RECALLS GOING TO SCHOOL ONE DAY HE WAS MADE AWARE OF A RATHER ASTOUNDING CONCLUSION. AS WAS THE NORM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HOMEE&lt;/span&gt; WOULD PACK UP HIS BOOKS, PLACE HIS BOOTS ON AND WALK TO CORVETTE PUBLIC SCHOOL. EVEN AT THESE EARLY YEARS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HOMEE&lt;/span&gt; RECALLS MAKING THIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TREK&lt;/span&gt; SOLO, IT SEEMED LIKE TODAY HE MAY HAVE SEEN THE WORLD SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT THAN OTHERS. WELL ON THIS PARTICULAR DAY I RECALL ALMOST BEING AT SCHOOL WHEN I CAME TO THE REALIZATION THAT MY BOOTS WERE ON THE WRONG FEET. ITS NOT THAT I WAS A GENIUS OR ANYTHING, IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH HEARING THE WORDS&lt;br /&gt;"DAVID DID YOUR MOMMY NOT DRESS YOU TODAY - LOOK AT YOU FEET"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUSHED BY THIS OBSERVATION I INSTANTLY GOT TO THINKING, IS THAT WHY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SQUIRES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CHIPMUNKS&lt;/span&gt;, MICE AND SUCH DON'T WEAR SHOES. WOULD THEY BE ABLE TO CLIMB TREES IF THEY HAD THEM ON THE WRONG FEET. WHAT IF A BIRDS WINGS WERE ON THE WRONG SIDE - WOULD THEY FLY IN CIRCLES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HOMEE&lt;/span&gt; CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW THESE QUESTIONS COME, HE IS ONLY AWARE OF THE FACT THAT SOMEONE NEEDS TO ASK THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOU GOING - DO YOU REALLY KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;LOOK DOWN AND CHECK YOUR FEET - YOU MAY BE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SURPRISED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY ON  THE PATH&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT ENJOY YOUR TRIP ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HOMEE&lt;/span&gt; DAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3749466306957731720?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3749466306957731720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3749466306957731720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3749466306957731720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3749466306957731720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-we-there-yet.html' title='ARE WE THERE YET?'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/R8gLWNy3moI/AAAAAAAAADc/-yZ8EQI8Pj0/s72-c/CSC_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3823842202938218738</id><published>2008-02-09T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:15:04.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sun sets on another vacation'/><title type='text'>the sun has set on another adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R65k-XhOnkI/AAAAAAAAADM/CilypP3Wri8/s1600-h/P2050255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165176845268590146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R65k-XhOnkI/AAAAAAAAADM/CilypP3Wri8/s200/P2050255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Homee Dad and SKS have returned again to the frozen tundra known as home. As the saying goes "all good things must come to an end" Who is it that made that absolutely STUPID comment. Have they ever scraped the bottom of the peanut butter jar, or emptied that last linguring drop of rum, or of all things returned to -30 degree's while leaving 28 above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is when all good campers just suck it up and get back to the reality of life. As we sit here this evening discussing our trip we now realise just why we are so tired. 11 days at sea, 2 people, many friends, and of course an undetermined quantity of rum. What you ask did HD and SKS do to entertain themself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go - climbed a volcano- once on top had to push it and go where the guide told us not to (not my fault I was a victim), kayaked over pearl blue waters, zip lined a course of 11 zips after we road a gondola to the top of Mount Krumpit, snorkled a total of four locations (chased some puffers, squid and octopus), danced every night until we passed out ( perhaps a combination of tired and rum?), sailed a tall ship for 7 hours, on which we danced, snorkeled, swung off into the ocean numerous times, climbed onto the front for a photo shoot, layed on our back on the deck while catching free falling tequila in my mouth (Homee Dad), flashed the locals while riding a colourful part bus shaking maraka's (again I was a victim), climbed a rock wall (SKS winner of a gold medal), walked numerous miles of roads and sidewalks while taking in the local culture, food and rum, played shuffle board on deck of ship, participated in numerous ship evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R65kqHhOnjI/AAAAAAAAADE/OL68lusXXbQ/s1600-h/P2010152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;activies, juggled on stage infront of a room full of drinking an drunk passengers. Did I mention we drank Rum? All of this while enjoying the company of some wonderful new friends all of whom we would love to travel with in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely sure I have missed something but as I said at the start we need to rest. Many have used the phrase a picture tells a thousand words, well if thats the case this video not only sums up our entire adventure but in my opinion demonstrates what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e70fb4b94970a092" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De70fb4b94970a092%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E380C013909B8A37B3DE45A0FA201A03EF0309F.4177230CA171DAF3C8217DB28B57E46AA8B1AF4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De70fb4b94970a092%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dme-1j6ZKnCKNBoEAY3pp_IB0wqg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De70fb4b94970a092%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331141027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E380C013909B8A37B3DE45A0FA201A03EF0309F.4177230CA171DAF3C8217DB28B57E46AA8B1AF4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De70fb4b94970a092%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dme-1j6ZKnCKNBoEAY3pp_IB0wqg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting old is manditory - growing up is not&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life my friends - when in doubt just laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3823842202938218738?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e70fb4b94970a092&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3823842202938218738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3823842202938218738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3823842202938218738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3823842202938218738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/02/sun-has-set-on-another-adventure.html' title='the sun has set on another adventure'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/R65k-XhOnkI/AAAAAAAAADM/CilypP3Wri8/s72-c/P2050255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-5891193488182238882</id><published>2008-02-07T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:59:17.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeward bound</title><content type='html'>Homee and SKS visited our last island yesturday - ARUBA, its still one of our faves. We went out on a tall ship with our group of friends, snorkled, swing from the rope into the deep blue sea, and you guessed it - drank rum. Did not leave Aruba till 10:00 PM so had time to walk the streets, eat dinner at a ocean view rest. and of course drink rum. Not sure what happened after that, SKS is teh best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be at sea all day,good thing - Homee needs to dry off (or out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So best to all&lt;br /&gt;talk at you when we return&lt;br /&gt;another amazing adventure coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-5891193488182238882?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5891193488182238882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5891193488182238882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5891193488182238882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5891193488182238882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/02/homeward-bound.html' title='homeward bound'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-3504227229617861140</id><published>2008-02-04T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:15:00.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Sea is the best</title><content type='html'>Saturday Homee and SKS found ourself Barbados, whta a fantastic island,  we went for a stroll to the Boatyard Beach, spent the day playing in the ocean. Had Rum and fishcakes on the beach. That evening we took in the enetertainment on board - also danced all evening with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a sea day - Superbowl party - more dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Margarita Isle, beach, bought some pearls, Lobster Dinner tonight and more dancing. Rum has been involved in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go must get ready for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - for some reason we are not able to attach. photo's -  will do asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3504227229617861140?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3504227229617861140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3504227229617861140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3504227229617861140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3504227229617861140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-at-sea-is-best.html' title='Life at Sea is the best'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3356299424039844757</id><published>2008-02-01T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:02:51.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Rum and FUN</title><content type='html'>Homee dad from the Empress, we are just pulling away from St.Lucia, what an amazing island, we went for a ride up a mountain on the gondula and then zip lining, it was a blast. Yesterday in St. Kitts we were kyaking and snorkling with the fishies. SKS has amazing video of 2 puffers we were following. And of course there was the climb up the volcano in ( cant remember where we were its all a blurr) The climb was intense but definately worth all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to rum - I mean run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3356299424039844757?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3356299424039844757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3356299424039844757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3356299424039844757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3356299424039844757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/02/sun-rum-and-fun.html' title='Sun, Rum and FUN'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-2063644941809815789</id><published>2008-01-29T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:15:13.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two on the Empress</title><content type='html'>Homee Dad and SKS are having a wonderful time at sea. Our dinner group is great, we have a couple from Lomdon Ont, England, Washington and Conn. Today we spent the day in St. Maarten, what a wonderful island, one of the islands we have never been. Went to market in the morning and beach in the afternoon. They even have Rum on this island - lifw is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew on the ship is fantastic, have made many friends already. Its wierd because I am refered to as Mr. Cain or in many cases David, On the Sea we were always refered to as Miss Megans Parents. (we have an identity) But we do miss Mego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Captains Dinner - with our table I know ot will be great. Tomorrow we are going to visit a volcano!!! We have signed up with our friends for a murder mystery dinner on Wed. Evening. Cocktails, mini food things, 5 course italian dinner and unlimited white / red vino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have attempted to add pics but for some reason its not working - will try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi from the Empress of the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-2063644941809815789?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2063644941809815789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=2063644941809815789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2063644941809815789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2063644941809815789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-two-on-empress.html' title='Day two on the Empress'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-5639376619176769805</id><published>2008-01-26T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:15:04.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee needs to get out more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R5wNUDxBpzI/AAAAAAAAACM/wQCImUJwKFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160013911319226162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R5wNUDxBpzI/AAAAAAAAACM/wQCImUJwKFQ/s200/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adventures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad and Sidekick Sue have begun, we decided to head to the city today so that we would not get caught by the weather or road issues. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; being the social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convener&lt;/span&gt; for our adventures booked us into the newest of hotels "The Sandman" near the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; was excited to find a rate of $89.00 per night at this hotel - the newest of new. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; while pulling into the lot says to himself " self - why would this hotel be so cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon learned that the hotel has just been opened and there are but a dozen or so persons booked in. Why then I ask myself would we be one of a dozen rooms yet find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt; on the fourth floor , as far away from the lobby as possible. I felt sorry as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; hauled our luggage down the miles of hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened the door to our spacious room - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; still suspicious of the rate. But alas it took but seconds for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; to discover the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cover up&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see in the attached pic, it seems the Sandman is saving $$$ in its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt;. You can imagine my surprise as I noticed that instead of supplying a sink they chose to place a large soup bowl with a plunger in its place. Did they not realise they were dealing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad. I miss nothing, not the smallest detail. As I brought this keen observation to the attention of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; she had the nerve to laugh and make light of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; attention to detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; then went on to attempt to explain this unusual item as very ZED or ZEN or something  of that nature. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; needs to get out more. Zed used to be the last letter of the alphabet, but apparently it is making its way into the nations bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one - Homee learned he needs to get out more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off from the windy city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-5639376619176769805?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5639376619176769805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5639376619176769805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5639376619176769805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5639376619176769805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/01/homee-needs-to-get-out-more.html' title='Homee needs to get out more'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/R5wNUDxBpzI/AAAAAAAAACM/wQCImUJwKFQ/s72-c/DSC_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-5156978553542976496</id><published>2008-01-19T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:15:04.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee Dad to set sail soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R5IFI3IG0qI/AAAAAAAAACE/s1k84enWVYs/s1600-h/Adventures+on+the+SEA+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157190173087683234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/R5IFI3IG0qI/AAAAAAAAACE/s1k84enWVYs/s200/Adventures+on+the+SEA+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are unaware, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad and Side kick SUE will be leaving in 9 more sleeps for another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; adventure. This time we will set said from San Juan for 12 days. We are quite excited as four of the islands we have never been to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a long story as we figured it would be a couple years until we made it but SK Sue being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; searcher, she is found a great deal. We will be on Royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; " the empress" outside state room, 12 days, flights from Toronto included - $900.00 per person. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; called me at work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad being the ultimate optimist said " I think they mean $1900.00, its probably a typo". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; not wanting to give up checked with our people who confirmed the price, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; booked it immediately - we would get the time off later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week later the price &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;returned&lt;/span&gt; to just over $1800.00. We were told that RC often does this with their cruises you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lust&lt;/span&gt; need to search. Timing is everything. By the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SKS&lt;/span&gt; was on the RC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt; the other day - 13 day South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; - $894.00 PP. ( not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; if flight was included on this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from 28 Jan - 08 Feb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad will be putting pen to paper as he describes their adventures on the sea. I wonder if there will be any RUM on this trip?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very excited &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-5156978553542976496?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5156978553542976496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5156978553542976496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5156978553542976496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5156978553542976496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2008/01/homee-dad-to-set-sail-soon.html' title='Homee Dad to set sail soon'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/R5IFI3IG0qI/AAAAAAAAACE/s1k84enWVYs/s72-c/Adventures+on+the+SEA+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-767483481901360817</id><published>2007-12-26T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T06:26:21.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee's Boxing Day gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tis the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and under Homee's tree&lt;br /&gt;all the presents are opened&lt;br /&gt;who wins  - well of course me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was cashews and clothing&lt;br /&gt; many presents you pick&lt;br /&gt;but the best - yeh you guessed it&lt;br /&gt;it was Sue - his side kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although working this morning&lt;br /&gt;she came home as soon as able&lt;br /&gt;good thing she could make it&lt;br /&gt;Homee sulking at the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started with stockings&lt;br /&gt;then moved on to the gifts&lt;br /&gt;then the calls started coming&lt;br /&gt;and their minds they did shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the calls, yeh they got them&lt;br /&gt;quite early that morn&lt;br /&gt;for the offspring had spoken&lt;br /&gt;seems like yesterday just born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was Mego and Buddy,&lt;br /&gt; Stepher and Bean&lt;br /&gt;all heard and enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;but not one of them seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee hung up the phone&lt;br /&gt;knowing soon he would see&lt;br /&gt;first Thomas and Megan&lt;br /&gt;Then Mego makes three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that he realised&lt;br /&gt;just what Christmas is for&lt;br /&gt;its not what is opened&lt;br /&gt;its those coming who bring MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-767483481901360817?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/767483481901360817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=767483481901360817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/767483481901360817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/767483481901360817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/12/homees-boxing-day-gift.html' title='Homee&apos;s Boxing Day gift'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-293126106636070657</id><published>2007-12-09T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:53:44.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be strong</title><content type='html'>Well I arrived last week at Ontario Police College, I was nervous as this is where it all began. Was my hair short enough ( I had hair 24 years ago), The entrance had not changed, same old desk, just big enough to make you feel small. Walked up to the registry " Cain C A I N - David "looking around to see what had changed. Nothing noted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Res 1 Pod 1023 Mr. Cain - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WHHHAATTTT&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!! RES # 1 Pod 10 - that was my Pod from those horrible days of fears gone by. I slowly walk to my Pod and notice again nothing has changed - same grey carpet, same wanna be white blinds, appears to be a new light bulb in the room, new clock radio but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late getting in so the crew was all gathered in the pod talking, but there was a slight problem. The language I could not understand? Where was I, was this the twilight Zone, had I been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;morphed&lt;/span&gt; into another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dimension&lt;/span&gt;, Was I to wake up to see myself stuffed and standing in the corner??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad was able to gain control - the language was starting to sound like something, Visions of shrimp, whales, crab were flowing through my grey matter. Oh My GOD I was on the east coast. I have been transported to the Island as they call it. I began to look around expecting soon to be attacked by people wearing yellow rain hats, rubber boots, carrying a Cod in one hand and a bottle of screech in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon learned that the majority of my mates were RCMP from the coast as they called it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; I realised quickly I was in for a time I may never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sunday 09&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Dec, I have been here since Sunday 03rd Dec. what happened to the week, its those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;newfies - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; have done something with my time. Everything was different by not an hour but by the 1/2 hour. There was a whole new meaning to boy or Buy, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bouy&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Byw&lt;/span&gt; or - well you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden it came to me, This was gods doing - he was preparing me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; inevitable, I wanted to grab Bean immediately and shake her - its that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Byw&lt;/span&gt; "CLINTON" he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt; this to me. All my jokes while out in Pet. my god he really does have powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be cautious this week and look for weakness, this cannot be happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lord (as they always say) here they come, I must shut down - I duck - "OUCH " These desks are low. I must go - I cant hear the chanting - sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;strangely&lt;/span&gt; like " eyes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;byw&lt;/span&gt; that builds a boat" must be there national anthem or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make every effort to assimilate until I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;conquer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Brave heart&lt;/span&gt; would have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must Go - smelling salt water and seagulls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-293126106636070657?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/293126106636070657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=293126106636070657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/293126106636070657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/293126106636070657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-must-be-strong.html' title='I must be strong'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3908521611261902371</id><published>2007-10-13T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:39:55.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They may take my pumkin but they will never get my spirit</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dad has much faith in his readers, by viewing the title of this message you have all realised that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pumpkin is no longer. If truth be known it has been gone for some time, it started great then stalled. Such is life --- or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;evolution&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; is but a reminder of life itself, a life that we all must endure in our own way. Perhaps a life that we are bound to realise we may not now HOW (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quandary&lt;/span&gt; I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gryper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is in of late), but as the Nike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt; says "JUST DO IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do it we shall, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shalnt&lt;/span&gt; ( is that a word )?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If would can be wouldn't, and should can be shouldn't, than what the heck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shalnt&lt;/span&gt; is a word in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dads world. But alas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shaln't&lt;/span&gt; recognises the negative and we need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;address&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; so lets deal with shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt; or Shall I stop, Shall I wear my hearing aids or Shall I not, Shall I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;succumb&lt;/span&gt; to that glass of wine or large bowl of ice cream or shall I not, you get the picture - JUST DO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is far to short for us to worry about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shalls&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shalnts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to spend last weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; - it was such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt; time and I am afraid that I found myself bonding in a meaningful way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; just did what he wanted , nothing really mattered. He showed me with much skill how he was able to reject unwanted matter from both ends without hesitation. This simple act caused others to scramble while he just watched and planned his next move. Don't get me wrong I was not thinking of rejecting unwanted matter as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; so skilfully had done, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; is still somewhat in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, Megan, Bean, Clinton, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Stepher&lt;/span&gt; and Matt ( the hand ) were also there - they were fun. Now back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;, after all he was the centre of attention - just ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morn, while resting quite comfortably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad was rudely awaken by the full force of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kadens&lt;/span&gt; open hand slapping - no - pounding my aging yet still likable face. My first thought was to roll, left arm bar, femoral artery stun, take to the ground, dead mans arm bar in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;conjunction&lt;/span&gt; driving my knee to his neck in order to pin him to the ground. I rolled quickly in order to keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;element&lt;/span&gt; of surprise on my side but all came to an abrupt stop. There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kadens&lt;/span&gt; face - so cute , so lovable, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt; - So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad just lifted him into the bed and we found some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was good - and in my opinion getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;gooder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;gooder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One on the ground and two on the way - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad is in heaven, perhaps the closest I will ever get but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3908521611261902371?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3908521611261902371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3908521611261902371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3908521611261902371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3908521611261902371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/10/they-may-take-my-pumkin-but-they-will.html' title='They may take my pumkin but they will never get my spirit'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-4041858041797239258</id><published>2007-08-20T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T05:58:52.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad must confess its been a while since I have put pen to paper, or I suppose in this high tech society that would be fingers to keyboard. I am reminded of this fact after speaking to Hilary who perhaps is my most vocal fan. either that or she is the one without a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its been a long summer for both sidekick Sue and yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;. It seems more each year that we are hired to control the influx of mindless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zombies&lt;/span&gt; that decide to grace our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paradise&lt;/span&gt; from June - July. SK Sue has had it especially tough as she is working in Dryden as one of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sgt's&lt;/span&gt; as they are down quite a bit. She has been commuting back and forth and putting in her time along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has had some bright spots though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; mom came up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kenora&lt;/span&gt; for a while, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to make the trip while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; was here!!!!! ( oh - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MEGO&lt;/span&gt; were also around ). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; was able to switch some time with other boys in blue so he could attend the graduation of # 1 Son. It was quite the experience to see Thomas all grown up, both an officer and a gentleman. I was so proud !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; spent one week in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Orillia&lt;/span&gt; at the OPP youth summer camp. No before yo say it, I was a councilor. What an experience - it was something I would put at the top of my list to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; has also been courting a new job as he is now serving as the Community Services Officer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kenora&lt;/span&gt;. For those with some memory left you may say " self didn't SK Sue have that title at one time" The answer would be yes - SK did it for approx. 5 years so I have an excellent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;resources&lt;/span&gt; to draw from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; and SK are but 2 hours away from leaving on vacation. We are on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Shuswap&lt;/span&gt; Lake in BC, a journey we make every year at this time. WE plan to use this 10 days to recharge our systems and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;return&lt;/span&gt; refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; admits this blog perhaps may not live up to those in the past yet I felt the need to make contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off&lt;br /&gt;going to water my pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I was attempting to put some pics in but they keep going into the blog HUGE ??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4041858041797239258?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4041858041797239258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4041858041797239258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4041858041797239258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4041858041797239258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-bound.html' title='Vacation Bound'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-3289911632218253209</id><published>2007-06-23T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:27:36.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't stop the message!</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while one finds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; happen, it is at this time that you are reminded that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carma&lt;/span&gt; is good, the future ( as you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt; it ) is right on track, and yes the rest of the world but a few are simply missing the boat! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad had one of these happening not so long ago and has chosen to share this experience with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Following&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so many weeks ago in a land far far away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad was .......... Stop - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; another story, I shall reboot. A few weeks ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; was sent to the big smoke for some training, this in itself is not that unusual - but the everlasting effects are such that it would make you lick both sides of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;knife&lt;/span&gt; as you remove it from the peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Homee was sent on a negotiation / mediation course. T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; topic weighed heavy on my mind as I registered into my humble abode just up from the corner of Church and Carlton. I relaxed in my room and immediately felt what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; describes as a calling, perhaps a tug or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; even a push. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; always considering himself as a rational person, attempted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;unsuccessfully&lt;/span&gt; to find the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt; of this feeling. But alas the night grew later and he was aware that he would need his rest to deal with his new surroundings in the AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night went on this feeling would not go away, it seemed to grow stronger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; lay awake and confused ( not my normal confused - this was more like confused with meaning ). It was 3:05 AM when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; lost total control ( no the sheets were still dry - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; has not yet got to that stage in life! ). Before I knew what had overcome me I was standing on the floor and walking towards the small window in my room. It was like I was being drawing to this opening, the music from twilight Zone began to play in my head, I could see a glow from the other side of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what going to the other side feels like - was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; making that great journey - I wasn't ready for that - I still had so many things left to do. Visions ran through my mind of all the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; has not completed! I still had many stories to pass onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; and future grandchildren, how would they know the true meaning of life? Hilary has constantly hounded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad to write that book - I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would sidekick Sue do?, she would be H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;omeeless&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Azia&lt;/span&gt; my loving canine - who would feed her rum and coke? --------- Am I wearing clean underwear? - mom always warned me this would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; one day! The emotions were building yet the glow was getting stronger, calling me to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; faced his fear, he gave in to the calling, he walked to the window and looked for a sign! It was at this time that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; knew his lot in life. If the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Grinch's&lt;/span&gt; heart grew 10 times, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; must have grown 20. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; now knows how Batman felt when he looked to the sky to see the signal from Gotham City. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; now knew his mission, the reason for his trip to the big Smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; looked out into the glow he saw but one image, one of Hope, Strength, Pride and yes even struggle all in one. Of all the rooms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; could have been assigned it was no fluke that he was where he was now standing. Yes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; right, just below the level of his window was a very large, bluer than blue, bolder than bold, prouder than proud Maple Leaf. It was then that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; realised that he was looking at none other than the historic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; of the gladiators &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;commonly&lt;/span&gt; known as the Toronto Maple Leafs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no doubt that this moment was staged in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; life! The reason for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; visit to the big smoke had nothing to do with preparing him to deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;turmoil&lt;/span&gt; in the world - this was yet a reminder to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad - Never give up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; crawled into bed giggling, he had a wonderful nights sleep while visions of Lord Stanley's Cup danced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO LEAFS GO&lt;br /&gt;Forever a Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-3289911632218253209?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3289911632218253209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=3289911632218253209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3289911632218253209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/3289911632218253209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-cant-stop-message.html' title='You can&apos;t stop the message!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-8528041914723756740</id><published>2007-04-22T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:15:05.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RitjOELjj4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LhNvk0WRS1c/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056244099945041794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RitjOELjj4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LhNvk0WRS1c/s200/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RitjD0Ljj3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FGpMVwJpeRY/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056243923851382642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RitjD0Ljj3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FGpMVwJpeRY/s200/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RitiokLjj2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NNrJoMpDSb8/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056243455699947362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RitiokLjj2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NNrJoMpDSb8/s200/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as most are aware &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad went to visit the crew in Bordon. Had a really great visit as I got to bond with Officer Thomas before he left on his adventure. As well got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Matt, Bean and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Newf&lt;/span&gt;. ( not bad bean, he kind of reminds me of me - well except for the fact that he's younger, smarter, talks funny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; isn't as funny as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; also used the opportunity to visit his mom and dad in their new home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beaverton&lt;/span&gt;. It appears I need to put a freeze on their bank account as they have decided to start spending my inheritance???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course the highlight was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;, being able to bond with him was great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad has all kinds of wisdom to transfer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;. He has no idea what awaits him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While down there I Thomas left me have it because of my lack of pics on my blog, well after he showed me how to reduce the picture sizes I decided that even I - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad could do this. I will not add any from the visit because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Stepher&lt;/span&gt; took care of that but he did want to see some of the adventure on the SEA. So I will attempt to attach a couple of my favorite pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I thought the pics would show up down here where they belong but apparently that didn't work as expected. Anyway there you are guys - I am now entering the geek mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidekick Sue picked me up one of those geek things on a string, it holds 512 mini somethings which is apparently not that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. forgot to mention, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad is today on his way back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Orillia&lt;/span&gt;, it appears I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;identified&lt;/span&gt; to attend a couple weeks training in the sunny south. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; so now I get to visit friends and family again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ain't&lt;/span&gt; they just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;luckiest&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well signing off for now, need to get ready to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-8528041914723756740?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8528041914723756740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=8528041914723756740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8528041914723756740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8528041914723756740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/04/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/RitjOELjj4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LhNvk0WRS1c/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-2192109611083488664</id><published>2007-04-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:58:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Leafs........Just GO!!!</title><content type='html'>Well the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; ride has come to an end, the Islanders dramatic win over New Jersey has made the ride final. My Leafs will not be hoisting Lord Stanley to the rafters at the Air Canada Centre. Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad is down, but alas I suppose there are those who will welcome the situation. After all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cherylinn&lt;/span&gt; will not need to secure tickets for her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; to attend the Leafs Stanley Cup final, nor will the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gryper&lt;/span&gt; need to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Homee's&lt;/span&gt; hand as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maneuvers&lt;/span&gt; him around the big scary city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; to admit but his hopes and dreams have met somewhat of a road block, as they have since 1967 - 40 years since Lord Stanley has graced the city of my birth. 40 years since Canada's once friendliest City has had the pleasure of Lord Stanley's reflection in the down town core. 40 years  since............................... HOLD ON, I CANT BELIEVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad has just received a vision, a message of hope, an Oman as it were. !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me folks ----------- 40 years - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it, its quite clear.&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 years since the leafs have put their gloves on Lord Stanly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; with wonderfull 4 offspring!!!!&lt;br /&gt;40 divided by 4 is TEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggle to myself, this cannot be a coincidence - let me continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next season will be 2008&lt;br /&gt;If you take all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;numbers&lt;/span&gt; in 2008 and add them you get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right - &lt;strong&gt;You guess it  10 !!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the significance, the message that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad had been shown is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 - is the year of the leaf !!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; can hold his head high, his jersey can again fly like a flag of HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; it 2008, the year of the leaf!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; can now put all the sharp objects in the house back to their rightful place, and clear off a an c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;herished&lt;/span&gt; spot on the mantel for the team picture of the 2008 Toronto Maple Leafs - Stanley Cup Champs. I can hardly hold in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;, I think I will go wash my jersey and wear it to bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO LEAFS GO !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Always a Leaf Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-2192109611083488664?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2192109611083488664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=2192109611083488664' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2192109611083488664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2192109611083488664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/04/go-leafsjust-go.html' title='Go Leafs........Just GO!!!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-7733733069775346481</id><published>2007-03-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:16:29.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up - there's always hope!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad and Sidekick Sue went on a trip to the big city - yep -" Shopping",&lt;br /&gt;actually not all that bad as Sidekick Sue loves Home Depot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Revy&lt;/span&gt; and those places just as much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad. But of course the Mall is a must . While we are at the mall S.K. was doing her thing while H. D. was doing his - standing against the wall looking like I had something on my mind ( just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; someone was looking ). Actually just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; S.K . looked my way and accused me of looking bored???? ( Why would she thing that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I stand there attempting to look attentive and anxious to go to the next box store, I heard an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt; conversation. Behind me was an obvious senior speaking to what I expect was her daughter. Then a male ( sounding late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;teenish&lt;/span&gt; ) comes into the conversation which went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen - hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt;, how was the poker game last night&lt;br /&gt;Gram - quite good dear , I finished up $1.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both giggled and sounded like a greeting with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen - so we still on for Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; - good movies playing&lt;br /&gt;Gram - oh " ????" you really must have something else to do with your Friday nights - or at least with someone less ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen cuts in - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; we have been doing this once a month for at least a year, are you dumping me? have you met someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know I could almost feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; blush while she giggled again pecking Teen on the check I expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gram - same time dear?&lt;br /&gt;Teen - like usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could stop here and this would be such a wonderful encounter - but lets continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear the three were getting on there way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad with a smile on his face turned to take a peak. With that the lesson was learned, he saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt;, Mom ( i assume ) and Teen. Yes Teen was probably 18 - 19 years old. He appeared to be the poster child for the " GOTH " magazine, and had more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;piercings&lt;/span&gt; than Thomas has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tattoo's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dads faith in the future grew 10 times that day!~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share this encounter - sometimes we all need a kick in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled all the way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-7733733069775346481?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7733733069775346481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=7733733069775346481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/7733733069775346481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/7733733069775346481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-give-up-theres-always-hope.html' title='Don&apos;t give up - there&apos;s always hope!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-5971151473821455207</id><published>2007-02-05T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:49:16.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global warming - WHAT !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad sits back on dry land he is forced to ask the question that comes to mind - WHAT THE HELL DO THEY MEAN - GLOBAL WARMING!!!. Has any one of those David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sazuki&lt;/span&gt; wanna be, tree hugging, ozone layer lovers ever travelled from +30 to -35 in 17 hours. I think not, cause if they did they like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad would be screaming - Global Warming  " Bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad crew are aware, he and sidekick Sue have completed the adventure of a lifetime, we were well aware that coming home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kenora&lt;/span&gt; would be somewhat of a shock but we were up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;. Well that was until we arrived on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ice burg&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lay&lt;/span&gt; in bed wanting to hear the oceans as it called us because on the SEA we kept the balcony door open ( just cause we could). Instead the only sounds were the cracking of our humble abode as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;subarctic&lt;/span&gt;, mars like temperatures either sucked out or froze whatever moisture was left in the joists. I could hear all those slivers of wood screaming for warmth, asking why were they born spruce instead of palm or bamboo? Why don't we all just climb into the freezer and close the lid - at least that way we won't be able to see our body freeze one individual cell at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad a favour - the next time I mention - yes we live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kenora&lt;/span&gt; but its a DRY cold, and on those cold winter nights when the sky's are clear you can watch the northern lights dancing in the sky!! Stop me by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt; my already frozen heart with a icicle - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; a frozen, dagger like piece of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is always the famous line " its nice to be home" - &lt;strong&gt;NO IT'S NOT&lt;/strong&gt;, we just subject ourselves to such garbage because we are not able to stay where we were! What happened to the fresh fruit brought to our room, warming sun from morning til - well it just never ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you may be of the impression that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad is bitter - I'm not - I"M FROZEN !!! didn't you get the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas I must console myself with  the thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad and Side Kick Sue have placed a deposit down for the next cruise. ( before you say it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;gryper&lt;/span&gt; I will repeat - we have put down on deposit and are looking to next year - Money well spent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kidding&lt;/span&gt; aside the trip was a blast - I will attempt to put some of the more memorable photo's on my next message. Until then - stay warm, well except for those who worry about the warming of this planet - you can purchase a ticket to Mars where global warming may be the farthest thing from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-5971151473821455207?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5971151473821455207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5971151473821455207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5971151473821455207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5971151473821455207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/02/global-warming-what.html' title='Global warming - WHAT !!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-6175766983879088241</id><published>2007-02-02T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T06:01:24.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee's final message from the SEA</title><content type='html'>Well we are on our final sea day heading for Ft. Lauderdale. Since my last post we have went to Curcao which was the most beautiful port of them all - absolutely fantastic - loads of shopping, we went on the hifglights of the island tour and visited the Curcao liquor distillery, did some tasting of course. Traveled to Isla Margaritta took tour to beach on other side of the island - beach day - drank rum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea day came next - drank rum. Montego Bay - absolutely great time doing the zip lines, WOW!!!! we hung with the monkeys and drank rum!! The afternoon was on ship as we left early heading to Ft. Lauderdale - drank RUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entire trip has been like one big dream - loads of stuff, Catamaraning, river rafting, snorkling with creatures, zip lining, sea kyaking, land sailing, visiting with Mego... did I tell you we drank Rum?&lt;br /&gt;THe only thing that would out do this Homee adventure would be 2 gallons of peanut beuuter and one knife!!! But since no P.B. was to be found on ship Homee dad drank Rum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well need to go - last day on ship - Rum, Rum and Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak again when Homee is at dry dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off from the SEA one last time&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-6175766983879088241?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6175766983879088241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=6175766983879088241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6175766983879088241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/6175766983879088241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/02/homees-final-message-from-sea.html' title='Homee&apos;s final message from the SEA'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-2784470178120437254</id><published>2007-01-29T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:42:03.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life still great on the Sea</title><content type='html'>When Homee Dad left you we were preparing for Island night on the Sea. Homee, Sidekick Sue, Mego and Kellon attended the festivities. S.K. Sue felt she needed to make the highlight reel and was dancing on the table with Kamal (the DJ) We partied for the evening and - you guessed it Drank RUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day in Barbado's - H. Dad and SK Sue went for a boat ride and snorkled with the sea turtles, also went Sea Kayaking, had an absoloutly great time. Met some friends from Edmonton.  Went out to dinner with them in Barbados - drank rum...fun time had by all.  Moved into our new room.  No more balcony, but great big outside window, just above sea level.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up next day in Grenada.  Went off by ourselves on foot to see the fort.  Met Glendon, an 11 year old tour guide.  He showed us all of the sights, including the hidden tunnels under the fort.  Wonderful boy, amazing knowledge of his country!  Went to the beach with Kellon and Megan and then went River rafting.  Hommee Dad and SK Sue were the only ones brave enough (?) to dive off of the cliffs overlooking the river.  (Just make sure you land in the right spot so you don't hit the rocks!)  Drank Rum.  Returned to ship and saw Kellon off.  Wonderful person.  Good job Mego.  Partied with Megan and her friends, drank rum. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up in Isla Margarita.  Went to the beach.  Drank Rum.  Have been buying bottles of Island Rum.  Have quite the collection now.  Can't wait to drink all the rum!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bean,   wish you were here, but somebody has to work. oops, got to go, my rum is ready.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, Hommee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-2784470178120437254?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2784470178120437254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=2784470178120437254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2784470178120437254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2784470178120437254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-still-great-on-sea.html' title='Life still great on the Sea'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-5403063240843303995</id><published>2007-01-25T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:51:33.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sailing from Dominica</title><content type='html'>Wel I may not be at the leafs game but life is realy good!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went to Tortola and visitid the baths at Virgin Gorda. The most beautiful place in the world! Took lots of pictures, played in the waves, drank Rum! Wednesday: went to Antiqua. Went on an all day Catamaran tour. Snorkled a barrier reef between the Caribeen Sea and the Atlantic Ocean.  Pilars of coral reef and lots of fish! Had a wonderful lunch on the Catamaran and drank more Rum. It was bound to happen. Hommee dad met Lois from Etobicoke, She was native to the island and was serving Rum. Hommee dad got to drive the boat. Hommee dad balanced a cup of rum on my head. Hommee dad got to dance around the boat. Hommee dad drank more rum. Sidekick Sue took Hommee dad back to the ship. Sidekick Sue called Megan to see Homme dad at his best. Megan thought it would be neat to phone Thomas. Homme dad apparently spoke to Thomas. He still doubts this conversation took place.  But since he can't remember. . . Thursday - Dominica.  went downtown. went river rafting in the afternoon. Had an awsome time. Drank rum. Kelon boarded the ship. Went to dinner with Megan, Kelon and Elroy.  Getting ready to go to Island night celebration. Will drink Rum.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;Hommee Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-5403063240843303995?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5403063240843303995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=5403063240843303995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5403063240843303995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/5403063240843303995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/sailing-from-dominica.html' title='sailing from Dominica'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-4124337217654126621</id><published>2007-01-22T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:34:06.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Cays - WONDERFULL</title><content type='html'>Well did a couple sea days to Ft. Lauderdale - had time to relax, enjoy the ship , and drink some Rum!!!! Played in a few water volleyball games, drank rum, saw some shows, drank rum, walked around deck - drank rum!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Princess Cays - Mego got some time off and joined us for the afternoon - had a wonderful day beaching, shopping, great BBQ - DRANK RUM. Homee dad picked up a Rum Monkey - will return with him to Kenora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night had dinner with a wonderful couple from England ( as is 85% of the passengers ) anyway he just finished climbing Mt. Kilamijaro - very nice gentleman had some great conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much for homee Dad to reoport at this time, volley ball is starting, Sidfekick sue and I just finished our run - need to drink RUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;Homee dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4124337217654126621?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4124337217654126621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4124337217654126621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4124337217654126621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4124337217654126621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/princess-cays-wonderfull.html' title='Princess Cays - WONDERFULL'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-8546731700643781535</id><published>2007-01-17T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:57:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee update - leaving Aruba</title><content type='html'>Life for Homee and sidekick Sue just does not appear to get any better, we have found a new home. Went to Bonaire yesterday and spent the afternoon land sailing - it was absolutely the coolest. Toured the beautiful town of Bonaire. That night we had our first formal dinner - we were met with another special surprise - it appeared we as family could not attend the formal dinning we were assigned anytime dinner. Well the matradee( spelling ? ) called Mego apparently and advised they cleared a coveted four person table for us for our stay. We are entitled to invte guests as we see fit !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the captain last night - wonderful man. Oh - almost forgot - received a Gecko tatoo in Bonaire - on my left calf. Sidekick Sue has pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were in Aruba - wonderful. Went on a rather large catamaran and did some snorkling around a sunken ship - Totally cool - loads of critters. Homee dad received a wound today. As we were snorkling, noted a Baracuda coming from the bottom. He had his sights set on an old lady - Homee raced himself in - dove down - placing himself in harms way. Lady saved - Homee  Dad received wound to right calf.  ( thats the way I remember it ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way it appears we were listed as VIP'S ( the people who's cabin we received must have been somebody) Anyway eveyday fruit is placed into our room, each evening we receive plates of Canapes ( food that looks raw) or Petit Fours ( fancy looking desert). We mentioned it to the appropriate persons and were told it's harder to stop so just enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just left the bridge - it appears the captain needed Homee Dads assistance to pull out of port in Aruba. Of course it the least I could do - we were invited up for the sail away - apparently another coveted opportunity. Homee gave the Captain a few pointers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another day is ending, we are totally enjoying this ship - we may stay.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all well,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Gryper - managed to figure out the web from the ship. Whenever I find myself in doubt I say " Self - what would Gryper do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out from THE SEA&lt;br /&gt;Homee dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-8546731700643781535?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8546731700643781535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=8546731700643781535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8546731700643781535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8546731700643781535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/homee-update-leaving-aruba.html' title='Homee update - leaving Aruba'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-8406488851344183911</id><published>2007-01-15T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:02:52.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee Dad on the Sea</title><content type='html'>Homee Dad and sidekick Sue have started our adventure -- AWSOME !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday we landed in Barbados and were taken to our hotel , it was absolutely incredible. we boarded the SEA and it seemed everyone knew us as they were apparently warned about yours truely? Saturday we went to see the main man - Mego's boss - obviously something was up as he let it slip that we had passenger accomidations - Mego hussed him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A402 Aloha Deck 402 - Bean do you recall this deck, we were escorted to our room - outside, double &lt;strong&gt;with balcony!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I just about died - apparently there was a cancilation.&lt;br /&gt;We went out with Mego and friends in Barbado's for dinner - excellent great time. Sunday we went out on an all day catamaran ride from St. Vincent  - unbelievable. Today we went for a tour to Maracas Falls in Trinidad - outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a short note from Homee dad - going to my balcony for a bit! Getting ready for the formal night # 1 - with Mego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems we have adopted many kids - all calling us mom and dad - party last night - kind of slow this morning. Need to go - Rum is getting warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off from the Sea&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-8406488851344183911?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8406488851344183911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=8406488851344183911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8406488851344183911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/8406488851344183911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/homee-dad-on-sea.html' title='Homee Dad on the Sea'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-4006126108197856215</id><published>2007-01-11T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:13:21.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO THE SEA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; presses enter he and his faithful sidekick Sue will be off on the adventure of a life time. Snow is falling in this winter wonderland yet 24 hours from now we will be touching down in Barbados where we will spend the day before joining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mego&lt;/span&gt; and The SEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pumped&lt;/span&gt; and for months have been waiting for some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; to show itself, but alas the time has come and we must go. I am sure the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; on the SEA is equal to that of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad - just think for 21 days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; dad will be at the helm ( with his trusted side kick - Sue ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make efforts to stay in touch but promise nothing, I am sure the captain will have a complete assignment for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad - they will all be counting on yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; to make this an Adventure !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Assit&lt;/span&gt;. Capt of the SEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Homee&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Buddy I tried to call before we left - I guess Megan is taking up your time - have fun, stay real, you can give her my picture if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4006126108197856215?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4006126108197856215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4006126108197856215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4006126108197856215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4006126108197856215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-sea.html' title='TO THE SEA!!!!!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-2180937453246084712</id><published>2007-01-08T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:21:44.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyless in Kenora</title><content type='html'>I am now sure of it - there are invisible people walking the streets of Kenora preying on unsuspecting people such as Homee dad. I am at the point that I alone will join Uncle George's Star wars program just to weed out these creatures. Let me explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 AM - Homee dad mounts the trusted ford ranger in order to travel to town - Mission, hair cut - must be neat and trim since I will no doubt be the guest of the Captain for 21 Days. So I direct said stead into town, Homee even remembers change for the small machines that eat coins but never seem to give anything in return. What ever happen to the days one could park without cost - " Global warming ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Homee parks about 10' from the barber shop. Yes I still go to a barber, can't see any sense in going to a place that smells like perfume, has fancy pictures on the wall, and I pay $35.00 to some guy?? named Charmen. Call me old fashion but .... ( hold on just shoving my inside voice back before I get in trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I exit the truck, walk 10' to the barber shop, do the deed - takes about 10 minutes, walk back outside - use the automatic door opener to open truck - thus my dilemma begins - where did the damn key go! I have a chain with 15 keys but one! I search all over and after some time call Sue who is working and needs to save me AGAIN ! ( I may as well say it because she would if I didn't. Something about locking the keys in the truck ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee says - no problem life is good - in 4 sleeps I will be piloting  THE SEA around the oceans of the Caribbean. I will just go get another key cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk into key shop - ask the nice man to cut another key - nice man politely refuses as apparently the key has some chip inside that means it is smarter than the one presenting it to be cut. He acts as if I should have been well aware of that fact. " I can only cut a key if presented with a matching and corresponding set, which you apparently do not have" of course Homee needs to reply and does " IF I HAD A MATCHING AND CORRESPONDING SET I WOULD NOT BE HERE!!!" Inside voice felt the urge to add STUPID at the end but I was strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some blank stares the mans instructs I will need to go to the Ford Dealer to get another key. As I am walking out he states with a smirk of course " the key will probably be about $45.o0 before programing". The door shuts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee drives over to the nice Ford dealership, has a key cut and then is told that he needs now to go to the service dept. to get programed. I wonder to myself is that the key or yours truly, cause Homee sure wasn't on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls at the service dept. ask for the key I had cut, the key I did not "misplace", both FOBS??, the truck --- and 1 hour? Homee was lost on the word FOB,  not wanting to admit I had no clue at all I said we don't have any fobs. The girl at the desk turns to the other and says - Isn't this SUE CAINS truck, the second nods affirmative and they both say in unison - we are sure Sue has FOB. I think to myself I would know if Sue had FOB, she would not hide that from Homee, we would have got her shots, or medicine or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee must have still had that cute but stunned look on his face because girl # 2 then holds up something which closely resembles our automatic door unlockers. Homee dad may be somewhat simple at times but catches  on. To late to try and catch myself, I admit to being a total fool at which girl # 1 says - that's alright - its Sue's truck we usually deal with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not having both FOBS with me at present I agree to return tomorrow with the working key, the cut key, the truck, and both FOB's. I will leave said items with the nice Ford people - walk up to Tims for my $1.54 xlarge steep tea (double milk) and wait. If anyone asks - I will tell turn to them, take a sip of my tea, and sounding quite intelligent say " I'm just getting my FOBS reprogrammed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing a vacation&lt;br /&gt;Homee dad&lt;br /&gt;4 sleeps to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-2180937453246084712?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2180937453246084712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=2180937453246084712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2180937453246084712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/2180937453246084712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/keyless-in-kenora.html' title='Keyless in Kenora'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-4989695622213517520</id><published>2007-01-01T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:15:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RZk1foOkTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnwYNQ8eJwA/s1600-h/flowers+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015098477544492370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_LhYb_zOog/RZk1foOkTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnwYNQ8eJwA/s320/flowers+046.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year from Homee dad!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its at this time that we are called to reflect, on the past - the present and future. After all today is more than just new years,  for instance in Scotland today is Handsel Monday, let us not forget this was infact the day that B. Kliban was born in 1935. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee Dad sat down this morning with a fresh look at life and blogging, it is then that he noted the question he asked about the new blogs was literally staring him in the face. OK good thing Homee is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I contemplated my message for the new year one thing came to mind - PRESENTS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright perhaps its more than the presents? It may be about hope for the future. When Homee considers the struggles of life he often thinks of Forest ( picture above). Many are aware of Forest's stuggles from day to day, he saw the light at birth but came back to our world. Forest definately has his challanges as he has been adampting to for 7 years, not bad since we were lead to believe he would not see his first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee Dad's message is simple - stay real, play hard, just do it. When life knocks you down sneak up from behind and choke it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO LEAFS GO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homee dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-4989695622213517520?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4989695622213517520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=4989695622213517520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4989695622213517520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/4989695622213517520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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/_-_LhYb_zOog/RZk1foOkTVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnwYNQ8eJwA/s72-c/flowers+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-116752317654466098</id><published>2006-12-30T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:59:36.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homee entes 2007 - "50 andsmoken fast"</title><content type='html'>What you say - Homee dad 50 - that cant be - CAN IT?&lt;br /&gt;Well Homee was really good this year and he is entering the new year faster and 50!&lt;br /&gt;Homee dad is now the proud owner of a 50" Sony Wega televison, yes those who recall the year that the box came - well Homee now has the stuff! ( well Homee has always had the STUFF ). What makes things even better is that Homee enters the new year on high ( high speed internet that is ) Homee is pumped!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does this mean to the average blogger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matty - Mine is bigger&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - yes to answer your question we did wait till you all left and NO you cannot return!&lt;br /&gt;Stepher - make Matty's bigger&lt;br /&gt;Bean - what can I say - you Rock&lt;br /&gt;Mego - we can now recieve pictures!!! ( and open them )&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - the Leafs look great at 50&lt;br /&gt;Gryper - when you feel the need  - Gryp at will - I can handle it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course none of this would have come without Sue - she is really the best - she stands out above them all - she is the wind beneath my wings, the jam in my toes, the lint in my bel...... OPPPPPPS reboot &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Sue Rocks - even more than Bean!!!  LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Homee's next mission is to find out what new blogger? - and them learn to add pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 and faster&lt;br /&gt;Homee dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-116752317654466098?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116752317654466098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=116752317654466098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116752317654466098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116752317654466098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/12/homee-entes-2007-50-andsmoken-fast.html' title='Homee entes 2007 - &quot;50 andsmoken fast&quot;'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-116705633386473950</id><published>2006-12-25T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T06:18:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 minutes for peeking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SANTA CAME !!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why I am surprised, I know the rules, he is always checking who is naugty or nice. With this in mind there would be no doulbt what list Homee Dad would be on. So I awake at 7:00 AM this fine Christmas morn, Sue worked till 4:00 AM so I must fall out of bed and kick a few things in my path - thus I am able to say sorry when I wake her up. After all who wants to sleep - I know whats under the tree - I can smell the fresh wrapping paper, they are calling Homee Dad ( HOOOOOOOOMEE - HOOOOOMEE..........). I giggle to myself ( gryper - not sure if this is the appropriate use of myself )  anyway I giggle as I listen for Sue to stir. Alas nothing, she continues to lay their - quiet like an angel. What kind of an angel would put Homee Dad through this torture? I sneeze, cough, stub my toe on the darn door! ( that was not in the plan), nothing  - she remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee ventures to the basement - the tree so full, so many pres............ WHAT - to Sue, to Sue, TO SUE, SUE, SUE, SUE  There must be a mistake! What has happened! Where is Homee Dad?&lt;br /&gt;I am able to compose myself, after all I am a professional?&lt;br /&gt;I decide that Santa must have placed my presents under those identified as Sue. I slide over to the computer, log onto the Homee page to make the rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL LINN!! Whats that - she has obviously decided to use this - yes christmas morn to threaten Homee Dad. Take it Cheryl Linn - the table is yours !~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another charitable act of Homee dad - no wonder he is on the Nice list - but if thats true where are the presents!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad must waist time - the angel sleeps - and we must let sleeping angels sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Presents must wait - but I cannot - perhaps just a little peek, just lift the corner -- STOP !&lt;br /&gt;A voice has come forward from Homee's inner self --- Hold on thats not Homee's ineer self, it has come from the top of the stairs behind Homee Dad - it sounds horribly like... - Its ANGEL, caught in the act, 2 minutes for peeking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee wishes a Very Merry Christmas to all.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-116705633386473950?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116705633386473950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=116705633386473950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116705633386473950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116705633386473950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-minutes-for-peeking.html' title='2 minutes for peeking'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-116637202241406664</id><published>2006-12-17T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:13:42.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone have a chicken?</title><content type='html'>Last night the sheriff made his way down to Nestor Falls to attend the Sioux Narrows Nestor Falls Xmas bash. This was open to all municipal employees, volunteers and yours truly. I suppose the logic would be if the sheriff were there then he would not be out on the road. I'm OK with that logic. Appox. 80 people were there, mostly volunteers of some sort since smaller communities count on these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as may be expected the topic of Christmas came up and we shared our stories, desires wants, and needs. All was going well until ......... well every gathering has those who attend and are convinced that the gathering is for them. We may not know it but - after all we should all know who they are -  they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems they felt it important to jump onto the Commercialism of Xmas, and the over indulgence of use in North America. Some how they must have been in tune with David Suzuki as they went on to declare - if we all gave up the need for gifts and purchased a goat, or couple chickens, maybe a cow, some fis.... , pheas....nts, cocon....ee,....????? - Homee was starting to fade - I was zoning out. But they became loader as they reached their point, that being we would all stop world hunger, the depleasion of the ozone, global warming, ringworm in our canines, .......!&lt;br /&gt;To bring there point home they felt it necessary to remind us how they have spent the last 6 - years traveling all over, they have a unit in Arizona, and Hawaii, they have connections in Nevada or Montana - I think they own part of the Grand Canyon ( not sure about that one). But there point -there were needy everywhere - all over the world. So if we would give up our need to need - then we to could hug a tree and feel Green all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee who was also acting in the capacity of sheriff decided that he best keep it in, after all he had just finished counting the presents under his tree before leaving for the party. But then re-thought his decision thinking he coulds make a point in keeping with the spirit of the season. Homee suggested that everything sounds wonderful but their comments suggest that those people ( or us ) are not already giving of ourselves or our $$$, or in whatever capacity we were able. I then realized that I was outwitted, the trap was set and Homee Dad fell for it. They replied of course " That was our point, without Xmas we could all give so much more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad lowered his head in shame ----------- not for his personal  excitement, joy and or pleasure of giving and yes receiving, but for the fact that he allowed them to set up the punch line as they exited the party. They indeed had the last word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked out the window I saw them pull away in there fully decked out, Lexis or something. I couldn't help but wonder - how many chickens would that bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home to count presents&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. One upside to most the crew not making it home this year is that Homee Dad will win / Thomas you lose this year HA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-116637202241406664?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116637202241406664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=116637202241406664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116637202241406664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116637202241406664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/12/anyone-have-chicken.html' title='Anyone have a chicken?'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-116596465353829453</id><published>2006-12-12T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:04:13.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you figured you heard it all .........</title><content type='html'>This morning I spent some time with the Salvation Army in town, No I was not attempting to steal one of the kettles... I was actually assisting with the packing of Christmas hampers for families in the Kenora area. I for some reason was assigned to the child toys section ???? Anyway another volunteer was in this area and was obviously anxious, she had other things to do and was commenting on how she really did not have the time but felt we needed her to attend. As difficult as this may be to believe, Homee Dad is often accused of allowing his inside voice to escape at moments such as this. So while I was carefully stuffing Elmo lovingly into a package for a no doubt deserving child, I prayed for strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas it was not to be - this well meaning volunteer after commenting on just how busy she was came out with the question. " Why does this always have to happen at the time of year when we are all so busy?" &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S IT I COULD NO LONGER BE STRONG,&lt;/strong&gt; I forced myself to take a deep breath hoping perhaps I would choke, thus keeping the voice inside. But it happened - without missing a beat I replied " I don't know but I'll throw this out there, ---perhaps its because of Christ's birth - or if that doesn't work you may consider the fact that Dec. 24th is but the only eve when reindeer can fly". I admit there may have been a light blend of sarcasm in my reply -- in the what seemed to be an extended time of silence I totally found understanding and meaning with a line made most popular by Mego&lt;strong&gt; "point of no return!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a morning of fun ( and believe me we had a great time) I was driving home considering the question at hand. As is often the case deep thought often causes Homee Dad to venture places where no man has gone before. This was no exception, I found two questions rushing their way to the frontal lobe of my grey matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; How can it be that the Nectar Bat with a total body length of 6 cm is able to produce a straw like tongue extending a length of 8.5 cm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; What actually happens to the people that are caught by the tag police. You know those that against repeated warnings remove the tags from their pillows, mattress, blankets, and yes even even the gaudy place mats used to cover up the crusted food on the dining room tables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever seen someone after they admitted to removing the tags? ......I think not.&lt;br /&gt;What has been done with them - are they transported to the Island of misfit Toys?, You know the one the Eagles made famous when they sang " you may come anytime you like --- but you can never leave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what of those tags that have been removed? Where do they go? Is there a recycle unit for such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of questions that make you ponder. Homee Dad will not shy away from these just because they may make your brain hurt. We all ahve a gift and Homee Dad will not cease until he discovers that which he has been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For cheryl&lt;/strong&gt; - only 12 sleeps to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Mego&lt;/strong&gt; - only 31 Sleeps til Homee Dad arrives ( and Sue )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-116596465353829453?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116596465353829453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=116596465353829453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116596465353829453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116596465353829453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-when-you-figured-you-heard-it-all.html' title='Just when you figured you heard it all .........'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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-21316497.post-116327302386057050</id><published>2006-11-11T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:10:55.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the days</title><content type='html'>OK Only 43 days til the fat man comes! Tis the time of year that visions of sugar plums are dancing, the gentle tap of hoofs on the roof,  baking has been devoured, the aroma of turkey fills the house and lets see - have I forgot anything " PRESENTS - PRESENTS - PRESENTS !!!!!!!!" How could I have forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger the tree the more presents to fit under it. Of course the Cain Kids are well aware of the main rule over the festive season - If Homee Dad doesn't win - NOBODY WILL! Lots,- more that one can count, who cares what it is as long as there is lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awe but Homee Dad has a significant dilema this year, He stuggles with the Xmas count down as well as the Trip of a lifetime! &lt;strong&gt;62 days and counting, &lt;/strong&gt;Mego has found it in herself to make available the trip of a lifetime to Homee Dad ( sue can come too). 21 Days on the high seas, exploring the numerous pieces of terra ferma sticking up from the seas bluer than blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the anxiousness of the SEA'S captain as he no doubt by now has been told he will soon share his vessel with none other than HOMEE DAD. Can you imagine his excitement!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he is advising the staff to set a permanent place at his table - Homee to sit at the right hand of the man. I think history may have recorded someone of significance sitting at the right hand of the man! History repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But Homee is a rational man - Xmas first - " concentrate on the festive season" Charlie Brown, Snoopy, The grinch, all great examples of the festive season. I wonder if they have ever toured the high seas. (OOOPS) Sorry - need to focus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The countdown is on - 43 sleeps &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking for a tree ( a real one )!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's a wrap! ( pardon the pun)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Homee Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-116327302386057050?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116327302386057050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=116327302386057050' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116327302386057050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116327302386057050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/11/counting-days.html' title='Counting the days'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-116160995708763527</id><published>2006-10-23T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T06:25:57.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs Professionals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what's the big deal &lt;/strong&gt;- we live in a do it yourself world right? Besides it leaves memories, bruises, and scars. No M,T,S,and Hil I did not drop another fridge on Sues foot ( besides that wasn't my fault). I speak of the latest renovating escapades of Homee Dad &amp; his handy sidekick Sue. This faze - the bathroom, yeh that's right $$$$$$$. Anyway we had decided after ripping out walls to increase the size of the bathroom we will get a nice shower stall and of course the corner Jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepping the room was no real problem other than repairing drywall, re-wiring for said Jacuzzi, staightening walls and leveling floors - oh and rerouting the heating because the existing heat vent is currently under the show piece (yeh the damb Jacuzzi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you buy these new shower stalls they appear to be quite simple - that's what they say at Home Depot of course. The installing process is no real problem of course - its the No chalking, drain seal that "fits into place with no leaking". I must have purchased the only one who's leak free seal didn't know its job. After a number of attempts - and prompts from my trusted sidekick - I decided to reread the instructions that I insisted I had already read. Page three - 5th diagram, under the word &lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt; ( big bold print) instructs us do it yourselfers to ensure the drain pipe is no more than 1/4 " above the bottom of the base or leakage may occur ( NO SHIT !!!! ) What the hell was that doing on page 3 - Why can't they start these instructions on the front page with something like HEY STUPID - READ ME OR SUFFER !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to see how we can put a man on the moon - yet are unable to produce simple do it yourself instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the shower works fine now so onto the 6' corner, 9 jet (including three back jets), 20" deep, variable speed pump, inline heater Jacuzzi. Sounds impressive, like I know what I'm doing - remember &lt;strong&gt;I am Homee Dad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stage building the frame $80.00,&lt;br /&gt;reroute plumbing, electrical, build sub floor so no weight rests on the frame $ 75.32,&lt;br /&gt;ceramic tile, grout, silicone chalking $ 200.40,&lt;br /&gt;taps and additional hardware $185.00&lt;br /&gt;Rum for friends assisting with practice fits $ 55.00&lt;br /&gt;First soaking - &lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before actually trying this at home I strongly suggest you pay attention to three details not printed in the instruction booklet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) when observing all the fancy connections with bright orange stickers " &lt;em&gt;pressure fitted at&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;factory - HAND TIGHTEN ONLY"&lt;/em&gt; - do not assume this means that they have already hand tightened the connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) when putting in the drain and using a bead of chalking ( because it said so in the instructions), realize that there is a difference between waterproof silicone and silicone that forms a water tight seal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) and last but certainly not the least ( sue has pictures ). Even thorugh the sales staff suggest bubble bath stuff will not hurt anything - they forget to say " USE VERY VERY LITTLE !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;M,T,S, &amp;amp; Hil - remember the dishwasher ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we are moving on and today will complete the cork flooring, then add accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-116160995708763527?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116160995708763527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=116160995708763527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116160995708763527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116160995708763527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-needs-professionals.html' title='Who needs Professionals?'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-116087678088347290</id><published>2006-10-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:46:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If pumpkins had teeth</title><content type='html'>With the fall fast approaching we all look forward to the Fall classic - thats right the one and only Charlie Browns original "THE GREAT PUMPKIN". As Charlie seeks out to find the great pumpkin we can only be honest with ourself. Thats right - you know the question each of us asks at this time of year. Would we really stick our hands into the great cavity atop the pumkin, just to feel that unforgetable sensation. ( Dont worry Steph and Matty - you soon will know the feeling - just the odour may be different ). Would we really be that brave if Pumkins had Teeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny I woke up this morning, as I waundered down the hall to turn up the furnace (no need to heat the house when your sleeping - what if you don't wake up - what a waist) Alas I stray from the subject at hand. As I walk down the hall I say to myself "SELF" what if pumkin had teeth? I would have said this to Sue but she already worries about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough I found that self had an answer..... Pumkin Pie with chunks?&lt;br /&gt;Dentists would be giving out free pumkins each fall. But since Pumkins don't have teeth we are forced to receive a new tooth brush, and string that we drag though the spaces between our teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life is full of trade offs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-116087678088347290?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/116087678088347290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=116087678088347290' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116087678088347290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/116087678088347290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-pumpkins-had-teeth.html' title='If pumpkins had teeth'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-114961152957533997</id><published>2006-06-06T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:32:10.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugged - and proud of it!</title><content type='html'>As many of my followers are aware I have been absent from the world of blogging, some haven't noticed while others I am sure may have wondered if I may have been swept up with the "Toronto 15" in recent raids. Ah but that's for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently sent to our nations Capital ( Hilary that would be Ottawa ), and it was during this time that Hommee's eyes were opened. As I was working downtown, I noticed that it appeared there was not a person without something stuck to their ear. As well many have invested in these head sets so that they can keep talking while they sip on their $5.75 coffee purchased from some hippy joint wishing it was still the 60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say something to my partner when I realized my word's would have been wasted as he also was speaking to who ever. I then noted that he did not have one cell phone but two, as well as a pager and some other fancy looking device which he later explained could give his global positioning to anyone in the world at any time. Global What !!!! and who needs to know where he is - was I working with James Freaken Bond AKA 007 - if so where were the Bond girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sparked a conversation in which he indicated it was important for us - especially in the work we would be doing that we are always " PLUGGED IN ". Plugged into what - or who I asked. He asked to see my cell phone at which I sheepishly admitted to leaving at "home base", felt that was a good global word. It appears I broke the bond we had built - I could see it in his eyes - was I to be trusted, would I take the ultimate fall if needed, was I carrying my capsule of arsenic should I fall into enemy hands. Our relationship was being tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to explain that when I go to the moving picture show I still stand in line to purchase my tickets from one of the staff with pop corn and butter on their fingers. This is mainly because I can't quite figure out those automatic movie things. The last time I tried I wound up pushing the wrong button - something about a guy who broke his back while on a mountain. I had to pay again for the right picture show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling definitely lesser a man I slid over to Tims to purchase my $1.55 steeped tea while the team played with their toys. As I stood at the counter the new Canadian asked in the politest of voices - " will that be all sir " I was stunned and shot back with " no that's it, that's all I need, I'm just a simple man". The people lined up behind me parted as I slipped out the door. Reaching the streets I noticed immediately that all those around me were still plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I missing, have any of them ever just sat on the dock with the love of your life as the sun set into the treeline. Have they ever heard the cry of the loon or the splash of the ducks as they landed in the bay for the nights rest. Do they know what it is to lick peanut butter from your fingers and the edge of the knife because you were at the bottom of the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not! - I may be a simple man but I am a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplugged&lt;br /&gt;Hommee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-114961152957533997?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/114961152957533997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=114961152957533997' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114961152957533997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114961152957533997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/06/unplugged-and-proud-of-it.html' title='Unplugged - and proud of it!'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-114441828518912010</id><published>2006-04-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:58:08.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Sheriff in town</title><content type='html'>Homee Dad has embarked on yet another road, one which will prove both a challange and fun over the next couple years. It seems two of our communities Sioux Narrows and Nestor Falls ( SNNF) have been granted thier own police officer, one that is dedicated to just those communities for enforcement and community concerns. Not a new concept but going back to an age old concept. Anyway it seems Homee Dad has been posted as the SNNF Community Officer, we still have officers that will swing down to SNNF when needed - but my zone is SNNF. I look at it as Homee being the Law in town - The new sheriff ( isn't that scary ). Brings back great stories from the past Doc Holiday and the crew, Clint Eastwood, Charles Bronson and what of Butch Cassidy ( OOOPS wrong side of the law ) - Lets try Robin Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of the opportunities to pad my pock..... I mean serve the community. Aw isn't justice great, - power - a shinny car -speed traps around every corner. I have been studying the dukes of hazards episodes - excellent training video's. Life is good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas being sheriff isn't all fun and games - think of the pressure, the communities concerns are my concerns, thier issues become mine, I must take ownership of the problems, will I be able to sleep at night - Oh did I mention I get my own office?? ( working on the secretary - I wonder if Daisy would be available)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challanges will be many - kissing mothers, shaking babies hands ( I may have that reversed ), Town hall meetings, community gatherings, public hangings, there is a pig roast scheduled next month - ( perhaps I may wish to avoid this activity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway must go for now as I see the glow of a sheriffs badge in the sky - somebody needs Homee Dad - The sheriff of SNNF. I will keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-114441828518912010?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/114441828518912010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=114441828518912010' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114441828518912010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114441828518912010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-sheriff-in-town.html' title='A new Sheriff in town'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-114264647470381337</id><published>2006-03-17T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:47:54.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>446 and holding</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion that Life has many adventures, some anticipated , some surprise us and still others just come out of the blue. At the constant, gentle, never ending, persuading, and or push from Sue, Homme Dad made two appointments in the past couple weeks. #1 the ever pleasant Physical ( apparently I was long over due ) #2 was the Eye Appointment ( again, apparently long over due. ) So wanting to honor the concerns of my loving spouse or possible just to stop the ongoing question ( have you made the appointment ) I decided to get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physical : how come you need to make an appointment, wait 2 months and when it comes it takes maybe 5 minutes. The usual questions from the Dr., how do you feel, have you any concerns, any family history issues ( I felt I may just ask him about my son and the fact he has a fish growing on his side?) But before I could get him distracted I heard the snap of Latex and the words- lay down and roll over. Yes Sue , I made the appointment and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the eye appointment comes and it appears Sue who went first felt the need to tell the Dr. that she had to make the appointment and drag me in by the ears. As I walk in he asks if I have an issue with eye Dr.'s, I tell him I have no problem I feel everyone needs to see one every 46 yrs weather they need it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with the looking into some over exaggerated binoculars while they blast air into your eyes? Apparently this is to test the strength of yous pupils - What - they think perhaps a low flying humming bird may have a head on with your eye? Maybe we need to be walking around with face masks. And what if the eyes aren't strong enough - now you have a freaken air embolism on your brain, not to mention the eyeball floating around in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I subject myself to this drama just to hear what I knew - Well Dave if you haven't needed glasses for 46 year you probably don't need them. I am ready to pounce on Sue with the all knowing I told you so, except he wasn't finished ... BUT - it appears reading glasses are necessary - he flips all kinds of filters in front of my eyes to prove his point. I am absolutely sure I could smelll the butter coating the lenses so that things looked fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So $260.00 later I will be getting glasses that I don't really need, but wear them cause I paid for them. The story continues - I went today to pick up the $260.00 glasses that I don't need - well except for reading, I jump into ( Sues new Truck ) and pull out of the parking lot with the head light assembly of the unoccupied vehicle parked beside me. As I realize this noise was not normal I look to the right - What the hell does he mean I don't need glasses!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 and holding&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-114264647470381337?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/114264647470381337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=114264647470381337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114264647470381337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114264647470381337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/03/446-and-holding.html' title='446 and holding'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-114001500648021534</id><published>2006-02-15T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T06:50:06.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Speed Let Down</title><content type='html'>Well folks Homee Dad ( with a little pushing from Sue ) decided to take the plunge into the world of high speed internet. Yes that's it I will open my pockets for all and join the rest. So we identify the one that is feasible, KMTS who supply the local internet service. The sales pitch left Hommee Dad drooling - 60 times faster than dial up, 5 GB downloads per month and 3 GB uploads per month - we are guaranteed this is far more than we could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 times faster - WOW can you imagine just as I direct my nimble 45 ( almost 46 ) year old fingers towards the keys , the internet gremlin knows just were I want to go and starts running. As I hit the key the destination explodes infront of me on my screen. &lt;strong&gt;Does life get any better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't enough 5GB downloads and 3 GB uploads - just think every month I will at no extra cost receive 5 Great Big downloads and 3 Great Big uploads. Not quite sure what constitutes Great Big but it sure sounds impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homees world is getting faster - my blogging will definitely reap the rewards of this new age. So I go to work with in the morning with the anticipation of super blogging when I return home. The hours just crawl, the day cannot go fast enough ( perhaps I need high speed life - or maybe just a life would do ). But all is good, I have the Leafs, Wombats, no toe jam ( cleaned it out yesterday), 4 great kids, a wonderful piece of paradise on Lock Bay, and last but certainly not the least - did I mention the leafs - REBOOT !!!!! --- I meant to say an adorable , supporting, loving, all encompassing wife !!!!! That's right - it was Sue who pushed for the high speed internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was done , I rush from work to make the journey home, - just 9.6 miles that's all it is , nothing will get in my way. Well except for the Sgt. that just needed to talk to me before I left, The frozen car that needed to thaw before I drove away, and lets not forgot the lady infront of me that chose this minute to leave her duties in the kitchen so that she could be in front of me on the highway, just to screw everything up! ( wasn't her man going hungry at the homestead? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I make it home and remember to bring the car to a full stop before exiting ( that's another story ), rush into the house and head straight to the computer. Blog topics and running through my mind faster than peanut butter melts off hot toast. Just as I push the button to turn on the computer Sue ( you know - the love of my life ) she breaks my frenzy with " Oh the internet people came - they said we cant get it because they cannot get a signal from our house - we are on the fringe " I hear the annoying dialing sound the computer makes as it connects to the internet just as she finishes with the news, can this be - no high speed - no life - no blogging at the speed of light - no great big downloads are great big uploads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the evening sulking, staring at my blog wondering if the man knew just who he was holding back - after all I AM HOMEE DAD - does he know that - does he care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets evaluate my position. The Leafs they are still there, Wombats will live forever - if only in my mind, toe jam will return offering some entertainment - The 4 wonderful kids, I can still count on communications with them as they use their high spe......... inter.... ( I can't bare to say it - you know what I mean). Lock Bay is still paradise, and Sue she accepts me with or without High Speed - what else could a man ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off slower than most&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-114001500648021534?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/114001500648021534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=114001500648021534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114001500648021534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/114001500648021534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/02/high-speed-let-down.html' title='High Speed Let Down'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-113898370438708210</id><published>2006-02-03T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:21:44.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What of the Wombat !</title><content type='html'>I bow to the requests of my followers and choose today to comment on the life of the little known and muchly under appreciated Hairy Nosed Wombat. Why today you ask - well Homee could be silenced no longer. I sat yesterday listening as the world stood still waiting for the ground hog to emerge from his hole as he seems to each year. This has become a ritual that has captured the minds and eyes of entire countries. Well it seems that one day after what is commonly known as Ground Hog Day and rightly so coinciding with the day of the Bean Throwing Festival in Japan that I speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details of the HNW are not well known but this is by design rather than ignorance, for only the creator himself and Homee knew the significance this creature would have in history. Have you ever wondered why during times gone by one would sacrifice ram, goats, sheep and cattle ( except in India ) - often these sacrifices were offerings to the one on high. Yet never did they dare to consider that of the HNW for sacrifice to the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of the Ark - Why was it that God decided to flood the earth with heavy rain for 40 days and 40 nights, why not just cause a massive flood and get it over with. Many may believe that it was done this way in order to gather the creatures 2 by 2 as this no doubt may have taken some time. Consider this - one well known fact of the HNW is that they usually give birth during wet, rainy season. In fact their success of survival of the off sping ( AKA Joey's) usually depends on times of adequate rainfall. Since the gestation period of the average HNW is 20 - 22 days, they needed some time to allow for the wombats that were with joey. You may ask Why not just allow for the birth on the ark? Well even today it appears success of offspring surviving when born in captivity is very rare. The only recordings of this successfully occurring were Regents Park Zoo (London 1856, and again 1914, 1931). So you see time was needed as the rainy season has upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note there are again two little know facts of the HNW that Homee Dad will pass on. It is believed by many scholars that indeed the HNW was the last of Gods creations to enter the Ark prior to the doors closing. For God made it clear to Noah that he was not to close up shop until they attended. Did you ever wonder why the Unicorn never made it? Well many believe the fable which was turned into song that they were having so much fun frolicking in the rain that they just did not show up. Although a nice story - not factual. This again was the hand of the creator at work. As he did with the tower of Babel ( actually this was the first time he used this trick - the tower although recorded in the great book followed ) he confused the unicorns sense of direction so they wondered aimlessly seeking the Ark but never finding. Why you ask - well it was well know that the HNW was a favored meal of the Unicorn, the big guy needed to secure the existence of the HNW for only he ( and Homee) knew of their importance in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second little known fact is that the HNW was so cherished by Noah that they were permitted to sleep on the straw with him, thus being the first domesticated creature opening the door for many who share the beds with family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope to have enlitened my followers with this little bit of info on the HNW, for those that have known me are well aware that I have for some time considered this creature a soal mate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All knowing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Homee Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-113898370438708210?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/113898370438708210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=113898370438708210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113898370438708210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113898370438708210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-of-wombat.html' title='What of the Wombat !'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-113849565273094562</id><published>2006-01-28T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:30:08.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does he know?</title><content type='html'>After intercepting a recent reply to one of my Sea Faring offspring the comment was made to yours truly "Just how do you know". This comment came from a dear friend who like many others no doubt has often questioned the thoughts of Homee Dad. &lt;strong&gt;How do I Know&lt;/strong&gt;, to answer this I ask that you consider a small experiment.&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in a small room without windows - close the lights (that's French for make it dark) - think to yourself what do I see? (think slowly as you do not wish to run into anything) Slowly open that door that you used to enter the room, as the light enters the room you will note as the rays of light reflect off the objects within the room you will no doubt see that which you could not earlier. &lt;strong&gt;Alas Homee Dad finds himself explaining the mystery's of life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envision this dear friend shaking her head with a look of absolute wonder, she may even ask herself again "Just how does he know!" I cannot explain all, but use my gifts to explain everything. This gift far surpasses the mating habits of the common earthworm.&lt;br /&gt;As a carpenter reaches into his pouch for a nail without looking down, I Homee Dad walk through life in the Dark, seeking those visions and answers made possible by those glimmers of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the Dark&lt;br /&gt;Homee Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-113849565273094562?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/113849565273094562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=113849565273094562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113849565273094562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113849565273094562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-does-he-know.html' title='How does he know?'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-113798159118865748</id><published>2006-01-22T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:59:51.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Vowels - Makes you think</title><content type='html'>As we Canadians sit on the edge of our seats we eagerly await the opportunity to express ourselves by voting in the party of choice ( well that is a party out of the choices offered ). Homee dad ponders one stuation and asks the question you have all wanted to ask but were perhaps afraid as Big Brother may just be watching. We look at the parties of Choice &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;iberal, &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;onservative, &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;DP, lets stretch it and add in &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;lock and &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;reen Party,   Can you see it - not one of these start with a vowel, thats right absolutely no vowels. You recall we had it engrained in us since the beginning of time. " A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y " - &lt;strong&gt;yeh now you hear me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it I have put the question out there, what exactly are they hiding, do they think we are all robots that would never catch on to the fact that they have all ignored the basics of all basics. Lets return to the beggining of time - yeh you know the very beginning Adam and Eve. Do you think that was just a fluke ( Adam and Eve ) - notice how they both start with vowels, and if you think I may be stretching the point I ask you What was thier downfall - you got it "&lt;strong&gt;APPLE&lt;/strong&gt;" again you note the existance of the vowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head at the obvious - and what is it that we are all asked to participate in on 23 January 2006 " &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;LECTION" note the presence of a vowel. I would never suggest a conspiracy involving the entire Government of Canada, but the question neeeded to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering lifes misteries - Homee dad&lt;br /&gt;stardate 060122&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-113798159118865748?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/113798159118865748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=113798159118865748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113798159118865748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113798159118865748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-vowels-makes-you-think.html' title='No Vowels - Makes you think'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316497.post-113788456715395263</id><published>2006-01-21T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:20:34.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Hommee Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5688/2113/1600/Picture%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5688/2113/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to the world of Homee, yeh here we are looking out over Lock Bay (where we live). Sue and I enjoy relaxing with a cup of tea / coffee looking over the Bay, and watching the wild life as it appears daily. Homee dad ponders many of lives questions while basking in the sun, jumping off the dock, watching Azia my dog dive off the dock while chasing anything that has been thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that life is really no mystery at all, the problem seems to arise when people forget to take time to breath, as well they seem to waste much time on matters of the heart / or the mind for that matter. Life is much to short and one should quit pondering about it - start seeking the answers - those that manage to evade you are quite simple. Fake it - odds are nobody else has tried and really wouldn't know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;There my secret is out " if the answer evades you - "FAKE IT", all life's stress's will role from your pours like much like the water draining from the underbelly of a red belly sloth. You see there is much to be said about Homee's view of life.&lt;br /&gt;Stardate 060115 - stay tune more Life to follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21316497-113788456715395263?l=hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/feeds/113788456715395263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21316497&amp;postID=113788456715395263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113788456715395263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21316497/posts/default/113788456715395263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hommeedadsviews.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-from-hommee-dad.html' title='Hello from Hommee Dad'/><author><name>Homee Dad's View of Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01322891103489964510</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
