<?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-20051753</id><updated>2011-10-02T05:18:11.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Willy Z in the NewZ</title><subtitle type='html'>I created this little site to document my wild adventure to New Zealand to attend circus school and to help combat the dreaded I forgot about Will syndrome or IFAWS.  I'm back stateside now but figured that with all my random adventures I could still have something to talk about every-now-and-then.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-5575243520460847511</id><published>2011-01-04T16:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:21:07.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adler-ism</title><content type='html'>"When I first started out, I had been fired from every job I ever had. The good thing about being unemployable is that it gives you a sink-or-swim mentality. When I began making pots, I figured someday I'd be lucky enough to hawk my wares in a rain-soaked craft fair, but I also realized if I didn't make a go at it I was really screwed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/04/2809.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/04/s_2809.jpg' border='0' width='230' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-5575243520460847511?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/5575243520460847511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=5575243520460847511&amp;isPopup=true' 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South Pacific has to be Something Like This'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-6698947182372630364</id><published>2010-12-31T18:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:21:47.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misses and Wishes</title><content type='html'>What I'll miss about 2010:&lt;br /&gt;-my dad&lt;br /&gt;-my knee&lt;br /&gt;-Metamorphoses&lt;br /&gt;-LA Marathon&lt;br /&gt;-My birthday in San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;-the road trips&lt;br /&gt;-American Idol Finale&lt;br /&gt;-America's Got Talent Finale&lt;br /&gt;-Zinser Family Cruise featuring Extreme Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking forward to in 2011:&lt;br /&gt;-My new knee&lt;br /&gt;-Europe&lt;br /&gt;-getting back to school&lt;br /&gt;-new adventures&lt;br /&gt;-old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-6698947182372630364?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/6698947182372630364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=6698947182372630364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6698947182372630364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6698947182372630364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2010/12/misses-and-wishes.html' title='Misses and Wishes'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2388661173386048362</id><published>2009-12-09T17:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:29:47.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon = 26.2 miles / 42.195 Kms</title><content type='html'>In high school, while sitting in my Latin class hearing about ancient Rome and Greece, my mind would tend to wander. In particular, hearing about Pheidippides and his historic run from the Battle of Marathon to Athens to announce the defeat of the Persians. This story paired with the fact I was already getting up at 5:45am every morning to run in the dark, cold Panhandle mornings for cross country fueled the mental fire of me hoping to run a marathon one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, also in high school, I took a trip to Greece and actually ran in an ancient stadium in Delphi and in the first modern Olympic stadium in Greece. (I have pictures of both. Just you wait.) All this history only added to the fire of my personal goal to run a marathon at least once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to 3 months ago. I signed up to run a marathon. Part whim and part strategy, I believe this is the first time I've been in a place long enough and in a situation that I could do regular training. Also, The APLA training program offered an amazing camaraderie that would make the endeavor that much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am doing this and raising money at the same time.  If you're feeling generous and this personal endeavor to not only enrich my life but to also help others has inspired you to donate to my marathon, you can donate by clicking &lt;a href="http://apla.convio.net/site/TR/Events/NationalAIDSMarathonTrainingProgram-MARATHONONLY?px=1355901&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1050"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this was 3 months ago and this past weekend I ran 12 miles. This is longest I've ever gone on a single run. While running, I was fun. Unfortunately, I had to cover a shift for a co-worker and, as a result, had to go straight from my run home to shower and then off to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on cement for another 5 hours was not fun. My little legs were shaking and I was taking absolutely every excuse to sit down. I'm not sure my legs have ever been so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up on Sunday my legs were a bit sore and by Monday I was completely fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost halfway to a full marathon and my body is holding up well. This is the first time that I truly see the long held goal actually turning into a reality. It feels really good and I'm so excited for March and to run the entire route and see that finish line. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon, you are mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2388661173386048362?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://apla.convio.net/site/TR/Events/NationalAIDSMarathonTrainingProgram-MARATHONONLY?px=1355901&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1050' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2388661173386048362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2388661173386048362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2388661173386048362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2388661173386048362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2009/12/marathon-262-miles-42195-kms.html' title='Marathon = 26.2 miles / 42.195 Kms'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-1227646184327395641</id><published>2009-04-06T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:22:40.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe You'll See It Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SdpkgDgTonI/AAAAAAAADYs/SiHSHSMXHyU/s1600-h/n7905519_51329195_2741713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SdpkgDgTonI/AAAAAAAADYs/SiHSHSMXHyU/s400/n7905519_51329195_2741713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321676411551064690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1227646184327395641?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1227646184327395641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1227646184327395641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1227646184327395641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1227646184327395641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-youll-see-it-now.html' title='Maybe You&apos;ll See It Now?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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/_mJOndil2W3k/SdpkgDgTonI/AAAAAAAADYs/SiHSHSMXHyU/s72-c/n7905519_51329195_2741713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-7835862252268449099</id><published>2009-04-06T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:47:20.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See a Resemblance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Sdox_Ut9QtI/AAAAAAAADYk/F4rJL3B27tk/s1600-h/grayson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Sdox_Ut9QtI/AAAAAAAADYk/F4rJL3B27tk/s400/grayson3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321620873654649554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-7835862252268449099?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/7835862252268449099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=7835862252268449099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7835862252268449099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7835862252268449099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-resemblance.html' title='See a Resemblance?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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/_mJOndil2W3k/Sdox_Ut9QtI/AAAAAAAADYk/F4rJL3B27tk/s72-c/grayson3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8258341403273987084</id><published>2009-02-18T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:16:28.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Hire This Person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SZx6k3yZzgI/AAAAAAAADYc/GktampUutpM/s1600-h/Photo+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SZx6k3yZzgI/AAAAAAAADYc/GktampUutpM/s400/Photo+245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304249235004837378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8258341403273987084?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8258341403273987084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8258341403273987084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8258341403273987084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8258341403273987084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-hire-this-person.html' title='Would You Hire This Person?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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/_mJOndil2W3k/SZx6k3yZzgI/AAAAAAAADYc/GktampUutpM/s72-c/Photo+245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8327129549381855441</id><published>2009-02-13T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:51:35.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's Outlook: Sunny; LA's Outlook: Rainy</title><content type='html'>This week has been quite the whirlwind.  After leaving the ballet completely blown away and inspired to take on the world, I manage to fill out a few more job applications and mail a few more resumes.  One such endeavor was at a job placement agency that specializes in advertising and public relations firms.  Perfect, Right?  They call me back for an interview on Thurs.  Even more perfect, right?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in for the interview, and might I interject, "What are people thinking when they get dressed for interviews?"  I chose a very dapper look consisting mainly of business blues complete with tie.  My fellow interviewees did not feel the same commitment to their wardrobe.  Ryan, who interviewed after me, wore jeans, white button shirt (NO TIE), and a blue blazer with gold buttons.  Was he confused and actually thought he was going to a very WASPy party at a country club?  Let's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I mustn't be concerned with others choices.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moving along, I was called in to be interviewed by a girl who spoke almost no English.  My confidence that this agency will be able to find me work immediately diminishes.  The conversation between us goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I just moved to Los Angeles two weeks ago because I thought there would really great opportunities....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Uh Huh, How long have you lived in LA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Umm, two weeks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Oh wow, so not long!  How do you like it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!! Seriously this girl is my hope to getting a foot in the door at some amazing PR firm?  All hope is definitely, totally, completely lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm sitting there another agent gets a call from a firm needing someone to come scan all day.  Names are being thrown around the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Agent #1:  "What about Lisa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Agent #2:  "Oh she's at an interview."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Agent #3"  "Good for her!  Well what about ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for a bit.  I'm completely surrounded by all of these ladies bantering about sending someone to work while my agent sits amongst them randomly circling things on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Oh, you've worked in film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, I've some production work.  For instance, I worked on 'Jumper.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "OH!  I like that film." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes this last remark as she circles the word "Jumper" on my resume.  She then proceeds to circle random words on my resume for no apparent reason, all the while, these three very loud ladies are discussing how they need someone NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, "Me, I could go now.  I'm here. for a job. Send. Me. Now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one of the ladies must have been feeling the thoughts seeping out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Agent #1:  "YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Agent #1:  "Yes YOU! Are you available to go scan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cut to me standing in front of a scanner for 5 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful to be out and doing something, but that was very boring.  Not only that but the fact that nobody talked to each other in the entire firm.  SO weird, but what matters at the end of the day is that they liked me, said they would ask for me by name if they ever needed anything else, and offered me an interview for when they were hiring 3-4 months down the road.  Thanks?  I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've had interview offers from 3 other places including Bloomingdale's (Imagine me in a very stylish and expensive suit) and CB2 (Imagine me in the best styled apt in LA).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forecast is proving to be mostly sunny in my world.  I wish I could say the same for LA.  It's been raining for almost 2 weeks!  Shouldn't someone remind LA that it is indeed in a desert and do so quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8327129549381855441?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8327129549381855441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8327129549381855441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8327129549381855441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8327129549381855441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2009/02/wills-outlook-sunny-las-outlook-rainy.html' title='Will&apos;s Outlook: Sunny; LA&apos;s Outlook: Rainy'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-9138473589446243503</id><published>2009-02-11T01:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:05:13.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtles, Ballet and My First Celebrity Sighting</title><content type='html'>When I was little, like most smalls boys my age, I was obsessed with "The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."  I'm not really sure what their appeal was for everyone else but I know now that their high flying, acrobatic martial arts is what enthralled me from the start.  Too bad I didn't start gymnastics for another ten years but I can't help but think back to the night that I saw their first live action movie.  Honestly, I can't even remember the movie now, but burned into my memory is me running around the front yard in the dark for hours pretending to be Donatello.  I would jump and "flip" off of tree stumps and roll in the grass evading harms way.  I was so taken by what I saw on the screen that I had no choice but to try and reenact it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had a similar experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SZKF9_AmapI/AAAAAAAADYM/TDygFx4SteM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SZKF9_AmapI/AAAAAAAADYM/TDygFx4SteM/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301447011300960914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the past few weeks, I had quite a bit of time on my hands to read the free circulars that make their way around this City of Angels, I came upon an exciting little tidbit that informed of a new ballet company that was having a free showcase at USC.  This ballet company is called "Trey McIntyre Project" and it was amazing.  I have never seen ballet so real before.  I guess you could say, I've only seen classical ballet that has done a good job of separating itself from us commoners.  It was amazing to see ballet done so deconstructed, yet so technical, performed to music by Peter, Paul, and Mary and the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SZKGHPqk9XI/AAAAAAAADYU/4fD75F2J9fQ/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SZKGHPqk9XI/AAAAAAAADYU/4fD75F2J9fQ/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301447170390816114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was truly inspired by what I saw on stage.  I guess I'm still a child because this show had me dancing to my car.  When you can't help but take what you saw on stage with you, then you know you've seen something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only makes me wish ballet would have been available in Dalhart.  Why do I have to begin everything so late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I thought the evening wouldn't be more inspiring.  I have my first celebrity sighting since I moved out here to LA.  A celebrity probably most of you don't know and only makes me more of a nerd for getting so excited, but I saw Jacques Haim in the lobby.  Woohoo, big deal, right?  Well, he choreographed Cirque du Soleil's "Ka."  He's basically royalty in my world.  I was so excited that I couldn't say anything, but it did let me know that I'm in a place that anything is possible.  I just need to stop being a scared, timid, small town Texas boy and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos shown are of Trey McIntyre Project, taken by Jonas Lunqvist.  More information about Trey McIntyre Project can be found &lt;a href="http://treymcintyre.com/TMP/Home.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-9138473589446243503?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/9138473589446243503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=9138473589446243503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/9138473589446243503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/9138473589446243503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2009/02/turtles-ballet-and-my-first-celebrity.html' title='Turtles, Ballet and My First Celebrity Sighting'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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/_mJOndil2W3k/SZKF9_AmapI/AAAAAAAADYM/TDygFx4SteM/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8839955696092292484</id><published>2009-01-15T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:24:02.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LA or Bust</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile, as usual.  If you only knew how busy the last few months for me have been, you would completely understand.  I promise I'll make it up to all of you, but first to very important business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to LA, more appropriately, driving to LA.  That's a long drive and I need some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the reason for this post: What's your favorite road-trip song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please I need the feedback.  Let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya in the land of movie stars, suntans, and implants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8839955696092292484?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8839955696092292484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8839955696092292484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8839955696092292484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8839955696092292484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-or-bust.html' title='LA or Bust'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-996287067974175192</id><published>2008-09-11T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:33:27.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>Me. At Work. One More Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SMlII3dqK8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/no8LVzwBmvY/s1600-h/Photo+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SMlII3dqK8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/no8LVzwBmvY/s400/Photo+211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802558214155202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-996287067974175192?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/996287067974175192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=996287067974175192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/996287067974175192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/996287067974175192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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/_mJOndil2W3k/SMlII3dqK8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/no8LVzwBmvY/s72-c/Photo+211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8928250565208280934</id><published>2008-09-09T14:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:11:16.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Tucker Max?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SMbX9Er-ncI/AAAAAAAAC2M/lMDakUcKyGI/s1600-h/tucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SMbX9Er-ncI/AAAAAAAAC2M/lMDakUcKyGI/s400/tucker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244116260349713858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for the past several months I have been in Shreveport, LA working on the film shoot for "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell."  The movie is based on the book of the same name, that is in turn taken from select stories from the blog of the same name.  All of which began when Tucker Max started emailing his college buddies about his insane, extreme, over-indulged, and often over-exaggerated stories of his weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is just the same old Frat Nation romp we've all seen but from the mind of a backwoods law student from Kentucky.  So not only is it some of the most degrading and redneck material you've ever read but it's explained with the vocabulary of a lawyer.  Just what we all needed, 40 pages taken to describe acts that you wish never existed, even if they only exist in Billy Bob's head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only go to see the movie to see my name roll by on the screen.  You can guarantee it won't be for the midget stripper or the poo covered bathrooms.  Yes, I did say bathroomS, plural.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, and it's probably the case with most movies, the behind-the-scenes action is more exciting.  Tales involving laundered money, quarreling camera departments, actresses angry that they have to ride in a van with porn stars they went to high school with, and rotting meat in desks.  It definitely all is in a day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I'm very glad this project is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to next?  Who really knows, but from the bottom of my heart I say, "Au Revoir Louisiane," because I'm leaving and not planning to come back anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8928250565208280934?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8928250565208280934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8928250565208280934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8928250565208280934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8928250565208280934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-is-tucker-max.html' title='Who Is Tucker Max?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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/_mJOndil2W3k/SMbX9Er-ncI/AAAAAAAAC2M/lMDakUcKyGI/s72-c/tucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2268745988346596877</id><published>2008-08-20T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:04:58.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoah! Holla! Whoah!</title><content type='html'>So I have been shafted many times trying to see Cirque du Soleil's first stadium show, Delirium.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was coming to Shreveport, LA of all places and I left two weeks before the show to return to New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was in Scandinavia just a short while after I left there as well last summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are no scheduled dates and I'm out of luck......UNTIL they decided to release it as full-length feature event!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting tonight for 4 nights it's showing in cinemas all across the country.  Granted the movie experience won't be as amazing but as least it's still an experience, right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're any friend of mine you should get your happy butt out there to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little sneak peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-NMBVI15oE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-NMBVI15oE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2268745988346596877?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2268745988346596877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2268745988346596877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2268745988346596877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2268745988346596877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/08/whoah-holla-whoah.html' title='Whoah! Holla! Whoah!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8592026915127249734</id><published>2008-08-19T14:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:25:14.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedes Are Crazy.....Crazy Good</title><content type='html'>Lykke Li first American Release, "Little Bit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUC0ezAlHwE&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUC0ezAlHwE&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8592026915127249734?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8592026915127249734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8592026915127249734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8592026915127249734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8592026915127249734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/08/swedes-are-crazycrazy-good.html' title='Swedes Are Crazy.....Crazy Good'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-7786041142004278001</id><published>2008-08-07T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:27:07.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Efforts Do Make a Difference</title><content type='html'>So apparently, my Satan, the evil Monsanto Corp., is not making a profit from its bovine growth hormones because people are demanding milk free of the nasty stuff. So as a result they are trying to sell off that division of their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a small step, but it shows that our actions and choices can modify that of large, powerful corporations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More can be read on &lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2008/08/monsanto-dumping-posilac.php"&gt;treehugger.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-7786041142004278001?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/7786041142004278001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=7786041142004278001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7786041142004278001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7786041142004278001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-efforts-do-make-difference.html' title='Our Efforts Do Make a Difference'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-559820130638663404</id><published>2008-07-25T08:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:04:31.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess We All Have Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIncz2OnSxI/AAAAAAAACyE/8SjZ4KlU3C0/s1600-h/mahymargaret6851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIncz2OnSxI/AAAAAAAACyE/8SjZ4KlU3C0/s400/mahymargaret6851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226951625828420370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So acclaimed NZ children's book author, Margaret Mahy, was recently convicted of drunk driving.  I agree that being around all those kids, all the time, would drive me to drink too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it better is that she's 66 years old.  Whoah, granny got a drink and she probably wasn't even that great of a driver to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the article for all the &lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/4630884a1860.html?source=RSSentertainment_20080725"&gt;details&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-559820130638663404?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/559820130638663404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=559820130638663404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/559820130638663404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/559820130638663404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-guess-we-all-have-issues.html' title='I Guess We All Have Issues'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIncz2OnSxI/AAAAAAAACyE/8SjZ4KlU3C0/s72-c/mahymargaret6851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1802675868735479638</id><published>2008-07-23T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:05:01.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Thumb? Part 2</title><content type='html'>I didn't post any pics of the Pohutukawa planting before the internet at work went down.  So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIfGUSVWtpI/AAAAAAAACx8/yuamoRRKD24/s1600-h/Photo+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIfGUSVWtpI/AAAAAAAACx8/yuamoRRKD24/s400/Photo+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226363944407840402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, they are in the plastic bag.  The growing directions said to keep them in there to maintain a damp soil.  I thought I took another one of the tray with soil in it, but I guess I didn't.  Oh well, It's not really that much to see right now. Hopefully it will be soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1802675868735479638?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1802675868735479638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1802675868735479638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1802675868735479638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1802675868735479638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-thumb-part-2.html' title='Green Thumb? Part 2'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIfGUSVWtpI/AAAAAAAACx8/yuamoRRKD24/s72-c/Photo+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2825995975980059944</id><published>2008-07-23T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:59:15.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Thumb?</title><content type='html'>I have just received packs of Cabbage Tree, Manuka Tree, and Pohutukawa Tree seeds from New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if I have what it takes to grow a little bit of New Zealand here in the heart of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep everyone up-to-date on my progress, but first the directions for the Manuka and Cabbage trees say to soak the seeds over night. This puzzles me but I'll go ahead and trust the labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my soaking cups up at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIdaYTQ-CII/AAAAAAAACx0/tDR6m_UMIjw/s1600-h/Photo+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIdaYTQ-CII/AAAAAAAACx0/tDR6m_UMIjw/s400/Photo+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226245266121558146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2825995975980059944?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2825995975980059944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2825995975980059944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2825995975980059944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2825995975980059944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-thumb.html' title='Green Thumb?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIdaYTQ-CII/AAAAAAAACx0/tDR6m_UMIjw/s72-c/Photo+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-3351181165805622829</id><published>2008-07-22T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:47:13.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Gem From Down Under</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's not deep, but boy is it fun.  I'm sure some of my old NZ friends would agree.  Just sit back and let your booty shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnTrZYHK_II&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnTrZYHK_II&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I wish I had a light-up stripper pole.  I'm jealous Kylie, jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-3351181165805622829?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/3351181165805622829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=3351181165805622829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3351181165805622829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3351181165805622829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-gem-from-down-under.html' title='A Little Gem From Down Under'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2736614570029114171</id><published>2008-07-20T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:47:17.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Reading for July 20th</title><content type='html'>"One dream at a time, small hopes compounding to become great expectations, that's the energy for you to put out today if you really want to manifest your dreams. All consuming fantasies have their place, but building possible dreams now can make the impossible happen sooner than later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2736614570029114171?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2736614570029114171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2736614570029114171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2736614570029114171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2736614570029114171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/cancer-reading-for-july-20th.html' title='Cancer Reading for July 20th'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1922040923073415300</id><published>2008-07-20T05:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:32:48.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not All My Fault</title><content type='html'>So I was trying to figure out a way to post only the song but I had to settle for this weirdly homemade video.  What's important is the song anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Alanis Morissette and I listen to her quite a bit.  For some reason I had never heard this song until this past week.  Quite appropriate.  I think we often go to extremes in our dealings with people and either take complete fault or none at all, when really we fall somewhere in the middle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for that, It's not all me. It's not all my fault. I may remind you but I won't take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1hb7fZQ4sI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1hb7fZQ4sI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, She's having an online concert on July 24th at 1pm CST &lt;a href="http://music.msn.com/alanismorissette/?vv=550"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the lyrics to "Not All Me" so you can follow along with crazy Alanis's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear their face on top of my face&lt;br /&gt;I am the perfect target screen for your blindly fueled rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear the brunt of your long-buried pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind helping you out but I want you to remember my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all me&lt;br /&gt;It's not all my fault&lt;br /&gt;I may remind you&lt;br /&gt;But I won't take it all on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past-riddled riddled rage I see the buttons I engage&lt;br /&gt;with my dignity in place I'm all too happy to assuage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all me&lt;br /&gt;It's not all my fault&lt;br /&gt;I may remind you&lt;br /&gt;But I won't take it all on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I find my voice find the strength to stand up to you&lt;br /&gt;Lest I state my limit and take on only what is mine to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a team I'm here to help mend and re-seam&lt;br /&gt;All I trigger unknowingly a job I hold in high esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all me&lt;br /&gt;It's not all my fault &lt;br /&gt;I may remind you&lt;br /&gt;But I won't take it all on&lt;br /&gt;I'll take only some of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1922040923073415300?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1922040923073415300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1922040923073415300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1922040923073415300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1922040923073415300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-not-all-my-fault.html' title='It&apos;s Not All My Fault'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8795279427620007868</id><published>2008-07-18T17:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:38:39.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder</title><content type='html'>I just realized that last week was the Riddu Riddu Festival in Norway.  Which means that it has officially been a year since I have been up in the air on my tissu.  Wow, no wonder I've been sad lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIEbMCNLQJI/AAAAAAAACxs/fdnggneh9es/s1600-h/n813545526_850416_6793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIEbMCNLQJI/AAAAAAAACxs/fdnggneh9es/s400/n813545526_850416_6793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224486936291000466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8795279427620007868?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8795279427620007868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8795279427620007868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8795279427620007868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8795279427620007868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-wonder.html' title='No Wonder'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SIEbMCNLQJI/AAAAAAAACxs/fdnggneh9es/s72-c/n813545526_850416_6793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1628685675888765396</id><published>2008-07-14T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:39:12.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble In Fair Christchurch</title><content type='html'>I read this article on Christchurch's The Press Website.  Oh the things you have to deal with when you're a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison sentence for setting up prostitute for robbery&lt;br /&gt;By DEAN CALCOTT - The Press | Tuesday, 15 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men who set up a prostitute for a robbery were caught after she realised her supposed client was in on the crime, a court had been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ahmadi, 24, a refugee from Afghanistan, and Mustafa Hussaini, 19, an immigrant from Iran, who were both found guilty of aggravated robbery, were each jailed for 4½ years by Christchurch District Court Judge Phil Moran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge said the victim was a prostitute working on her own account. Ahmadi had engaged her services, taking alcohol to her premises and leaving some downstairs after taking some upstairs to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to the woman he went back down to get the rest of the alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, he unlocked the door to let in Hussaini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ahmadi was upstairs having sex with the prostitute, Hussaini burst in with a pistol, held it to her head and demanded money and her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim, terrified after being threatened with being shot, talked him out of tying her up, then showed where her car was parked and handed over the $120 Ahmadi had paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things look "kosher", Hussaini also took Ahmadi's wallet, the judge said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the woman realised something was amiss and accused Ahmadi of being in on the robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge said the jury rightly found both men guilty, and he regarded both as equally to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a degree of planning, the victim was a vulnerable woman on her own and the offending had a significant impact on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little could be said in mitigation, apart from that her car was recovered, the judge said. Appearing for Ahmadi, David Ruth said the firearm was a starting pistol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case was similar to a dairy robbery because it was of an owner-operated business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmadi had already been in custody a year, Ruth said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearing for Hussaini, Allister Davis said Hussaini maintained his innocence, and he was assessed at a low risk of reoffending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1628685675888765396?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1628685675888765396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1628685675888765396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1628685675888765396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1628685675888765396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/trouble-in-fair-christchurch.html' title='Trouble In Fair Christchurch'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-6657476138774811798</id><published>2008-07-14T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:16:00.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evermore</title><content type='html'>So I'm very excited that itunes just added the rest of the discography of Evermore.  I loved them while I was New Zealand and had no way of buying their new cd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lights Surrounding You" was one of my most favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVMDqyR0Xq4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVMDqyR0Xq4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-6657476138774811798?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/6657476138774811798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=6657476138774811798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6657476138774811798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6657476138774811798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/evermore.html' title='Evermore'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-7657828570817078050</id><published>2008-07-13T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:18:54.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is America Elvis or is Elvis America?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1Qo1eaWF8c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1Qo1eaWF8c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to being American not many things rank up there with Apple Pie, Fourth of July, and Baseball, but this past weekend I went to a preliminary competition to decide this year's best Elvis impersonator.  It made me realize that Elvis, the man, as well as the legend are all very American.  Weird I know but this whole thought came rushing into my head when there was one contestant that hailed from across the pond in Wales, United Kingdom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be fair to say that this gentleman was by far the worst contestant in the bunch.  Couldn't get the accent and even when choosing his outfits, he just missed the mark.  For instance, for his first performance he dressed as Elvis from what I'm guessing is a lesser known one of western films.  Ok, when you think of Elvis do you think of bright red slacks and and white western shirt with red shoulders?  Yeah neither do I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole bizarre experience made me think that maybe Elvis is so American that maybe other places just do not quite understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too carried away, I think it has to be said that I am not by any stretch of the imagination an Elvis fan.  I think his story and his drama are fascinating but I could not name a single movie he starred in nor could I sing more than the chorus to any of his songs.  However, I do know the lip snarl, the shaking hips, the bouffant hair, he liked to eat fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and the quotes "Thank you.  Thank you very much" and "Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has left the building."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one of my most favorite memories is walking down the Las Vegas Strip on New Year's and passing by the Bellagio Fountains and having them start dancing to "Viva Las Vegas" and hear the hoards of party revelers roar with excitement for a song that helped immortalize the city as well as the singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZgtTxXOPFY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZgtTxXOPFY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these are the foremost indicators in your mind about a person, I think it is fair to say that their icon status is more than legendary. It's cosmic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is just fine to let people across the world have their stab at impersonating him, but you should all be warned that unless you have some deep connection to the crazy intense patriotism of the U.S., you two will probably not get your Elvis impersonation quite right.  After all, what's more American than swirling your leather clad hips from a poor upbringing in Tupelo, MS to a mansion called Graceland and commander of the title, The King of Rock n' Roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another question.  What is it in that Mississippi water to produce the likes of both Elvis and Oprah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-7657828570817078050?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/7657828570817078050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=7657828570817078050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7657828570817078050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7657828570817078050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-it-comes-to-being-american-not.html' title='Is America Elvis or is Elvis America?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1788373280121035878</id><published>2008-06-27T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:38:10.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Sam Sunrise</title><content type='html'>So out of sentimentality's sake I've been watching webcams of Christchurch while I've been insanely bored at work.  Here was today's sunrise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPT06TwXI/AAAAAAAACxM/t2Ww61KQOZY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPT06TwXI/AAAAAAAACxM/t2Ww61KQOZY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216662945417904498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPUXEF4jI/AAAAAAAACxU/RaMBbOUxxGw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPUXEF4jI/AAAAAAAACxU/RaMBbOUxxGw/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216662954585743922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPUnbDxgI/AAAAAAAACxc/pWxRPpVdVDQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPUnbDxgI/AAAAAAAACxc/pWxRPpVdVDQ/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216662958977041922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPVOC3suI/AAAAAAAACxk/7CZGnozlrF8/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPVOC3suI/AAAAAAAACxk/7CZGnozlrF8/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216662969344570082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it even if it is winter there right now. I'm not outside enough here to enjoy the fact it's summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1788373280121035878?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1788373280121035878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1788373280121035878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1788373280121035878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1788373280121035878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentimental-sam-sunrise.html' title='Sentimental Sam Sunrise'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SGVPT06TwXI/AAAAAAAACxM/t2Ww61KQOZY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8961859609525928512</id><published>2008-06-19T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:18:19.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could I Not?</title><content type='html'>So I think I'm becoming Kristina's publicist but how can you not talk about something so amazing!  She just had some pictures made and I had to share them.  I'm thinking she's a Mabel Stark in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4BcNcX7I/AAAAAAAACwk/m77diKHiBvE/s1600-h/n599844972_1006212_9830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4BcNcX7I/AAAAAAAACwk/m77diKHiBvE/s400/n599844972_1006212_9830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611484782550962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4CDZL68I/AAAAAAAACws/5Fo_QFbWKOw/s1600-h/n599844972_1006213_770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4CDZL68I/AAAAAAAACws/5Fo_QFbWKOw/s400/n599844972_1006213_770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611495300787138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4CSqaXxI/AAAAAAAACw0/gS3cuTx0y6Q/s1600-h/n599844972_1006214_2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4CSqaXxI/AAAAAAAACw0/gS3cuTx0y6Q/s400/n599844972_1006214_2136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611499399569170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4C5NtDcI/AAAAAAAACw8/wTk8NFkZDPM/s1600-h/n599844972_1006215_3465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4C5NtDcI/AAAAAAAACw8/wTk8NFkZDPM/s400/n599844972_1006215_3465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611509748141506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4DW2ii9I/AAAAAAAACxE/N_dMxP86Eoc/s1600-h/n599844972_1006216_4742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4DW2ii9I/AAAAAAAACxE/N_dMxP86Eoc/s400/n599844972_1006216_4742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611517704047570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She truly is the Loveliest of the Lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8961859609525928512?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8961859609525928512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8961859609525928512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8961859609525928512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8961859609525928512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-could-i-not.html' title='How Could I Not?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFp4BcNcX7I/AAAAAAAACwk/m77diKHiBvE/s72-c/n599844972_1006212_9830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-5858047836889377984</id><published>2008-06-16T09:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:43:29.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maudlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFZ8BQDvNQI/AAAAAAAACwc/p9aA4GUG-uc/s1600-h/movie_6944_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFZ8BQDvNQI/AAAAAAAACwc/p9aA4GUG-uc/s400/movie_6944_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212489979660285186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been reading a book called "The Final Confession of Mabel Stark," a fictionalized biography of one a the greatest tiger tamers in circus history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night reading, one passage took a particular hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He stood, took my hand and shook it like we were about to sign a land deal; he even brought his heels together in a click before retaking his chair.  Frankly, I wished he'd kissed me.  It would've made the whole thing less weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we sat, staring at the door to the lawyer's office, listening to the dull hum of a ceiling fan.  If Louis was thinking what I was thinking it had to do with the way one minute two people can be close enough to clean the inside of each other's animal wounds and the next minute be worse than strangers.  It was a maudlin thought, so I passed the time dwelling on it, for I've always considered maudlin to be one of the truer ways of feeling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always heard the word maudlin and never fully understood it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com defines it as and adjective that means tearfully or weakly emotional; foolishly sentimental: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a maudlin story of a little orphan and her lost dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing the full meaning, maudlin hit me and I must say right now I'm truly in a foolishly sentimental time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Stark, we might be kindred spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-5858047836889377984?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/5858047836889377984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=5858047836889377984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5858047836889377984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5858047836889377984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/06/maudlin.html' title='Maudlin'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SFZ8BQDvNQI/AAAAAAAACwc/p9aA4GUG-uc/s72-c/movie_6944_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-4601905556482763896</id><published>2008-06-06T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:23:40.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overkill</title><content type='html'>This might be a little too much, but Kristina has just been doing her first big stab at getting performances video taped and put online.  So here's another one that's a bit longer and technical problem free. WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAY4wYOeOco&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAY4wYOeOco&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-4601905556482763896?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/4601905556482763896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=4601905556482763896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4601905556482763896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4601905556482763896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/06/overkill.html' title='Overkill'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1040055736263699120</id><published>2008-06-06T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:23:00.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerial Diva</title><content type='html'>A few weeks past, one of my great friends that I went to circus school with performed at a wedding.  Unfortunately, her mic couldn't handle her routine as well as she does but she handles it beautifully. If any of you are in Perth, Western Australia anytime soon and are in need of an amazing performer, I'm sure we could work something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bID33ysAIVI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bID33ysAIVI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina, you are the Loveliest of the Lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1040055736263699120?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1040055736263699120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1040055736263699120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1040055736263699120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1040055736263699120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/06/aerial-diva.html' title='Aerial Diva'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-6202984960726054704</id><published>2008-05-31T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:53:38.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about Baz Luhrmann's newest movie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;.  It's about an English aristocrat played by Nicole Kidman who travels to Australia.  The film is set in the Northern Territory in the 1930's and 1940's particularly around the time of the Bombing of Darwin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQHa9f_Y7uc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQHa9f_Y7uc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-6202984960726054704?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/6202984960726054704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=6202984960726054704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6202984960726054704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6202984960726054704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/06/australia.html' title='Australia!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-9016570604749612670</id><published>2008-05-26T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:07:52.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Vault</title><content type='html'>I was busy cleaning up and packing and I came across this DVD of me skydiving.  I went as a graduation present to myself.  Take note of the long hair and the excessive Hook 'Em Horns.  Whew that was a long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0JbsYCri84&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0JbsYCri84&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for another jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-9016570604749612670?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/9016570604749612670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=9016570604749612670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/9016570604749612670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/9016570604749612670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-vault.html' title='From The Vault'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-5796138090346356626</id><published>2008-05-19T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:48:27.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of Christopher Robin</title><content type='html'>Halfway down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Is a stair&lt;br /&gt;Where I sit&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any&lt;br /&gt;Other Stair&lt;br /&gt;Quite like&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at the top;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the stair&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;I always&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Isn't up;&lt;br /&gt;And Isn't down.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't in the nursery,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't in the town.&lt;br /&gt;And all sorts of funny thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Run round my head:&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't really&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;It's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;Instead!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-5796138090346356626?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/5796138090346356626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=5796138090346356626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5796138090346356626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5796138090346356626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-of-christopher-robin.html' title='The World of Christopher Robin'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1273645608618386054</id><published>2008-05-14T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:20:20.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppelgangers?</title><content type='html'>A while ago I did my celebrity look-a-likes.  Recently, I've been told that I look like David Archuleta from this season's American Idol.  I don't really agree but in his honor, here's a little post of the people that I most get told that I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCubeK2bNsI/AAAAAAAAClU/TZAy2ugYsOg/s1600-h/url.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCubeK2bNsI/AAAAAAAAClU/TZAy2ugYsOg/s400/url.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200421137340380866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric McCormack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCubea2bNtI/AAAAAAAAClc/Yvyzp01HuAM/s1600-h/244.mccormack.eric.100606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCubea2bNtI/AAAAAAAAClc/Yvyzp01HuAM/s400/244.mccormack.eric.100606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200421141635348178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCubea2bNuI/AAAAAAAAClk/E7hNvgRnkN4/s1600-h/fndk16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCubea2bNuI/AAAAAAAAClk/E7hNvgRnkN4/s400/fndk16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200421141635348194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Kattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCudP62bNvI/AAAAAAAACls/3q054P2p3Lg/s1600-h/kattan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCudP62bNvI/AAAAAAAACls/3q054P2p3Lg/s400/kattan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200423091550500594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summation: Basically, I'm compared to any short, somewhat awkward guy who has dark hair and eyes.  Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1273645608618386054?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1273645608618386054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1273645608618386054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1273645608618386054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1273645608618386054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/05/doppelgangers.html' title='Doppelgangers?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SCubeK2bNsI/AAAAAAAAClU/TZAy2ugYsOg/s72-c/url.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2686256774340822706</id><published>2008-04-27T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:28:04.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Green?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SBU2FBLt4KI/AAAAAAAACk0/W7tT13l42Qk/s1600-h/nmadonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SBU2FBLt4KI/AAAAAAAACk0/W7tT13l42Qk/s320/nmadonna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194117205086560418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a lot of reason to "Go Green."  We've all heard of the various ecological, economical, and health benefits of recycling or eating organic foods.  I, like quite a few others, have been intrigued by all of this and how we can change to make the world we live in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This intrigue brought me to buying the newest issue of Vanity Fair, their annual Green Issue.  In this issue there is an article regarding the surprising practices of a super agriculture corporation, Monsanto.  This company is the industry leader in creating Genetically Modified Organisms (GMOs).  Basically they modify several crops so that they are resilient to pests, weather, and even the pesticides sprayed on them, also made by Monsanto.  They also create an injection that makes dairy cows produce more milk.  First it should be said that no studies have determined whether these modifications are harmful to humans but I feel that God and nature probably had it all figured out better than we could ever do.  So as a belief, when given the choice, I would choose the non-modified food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was never worried about what I was eating and where it came from until the article shed some light onto Monsanto's business practices.  Monsanto takes extreme measures to ensure their products are used and protected.  They require their seeds to accompany an agreement that farmers will not re-use seeds, i.e. go against decades of tradition of replanting the very seed they paid to grow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsanto has also been known to test fields in the area where their seeds are grown to see if farmers are, albeit accidentally, growing Monsanto seeds.  This is a natural occurrence because of wind, but that does not keep Monsanto from following through with lawsuits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this behavior, Monsanto is also responsible for the most toxic landfills in the U.S. and in the U.K. As they were a chemical company before they discovered their gold mine in agriculture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been completely devoted to organic foods or non-enhanced milks, but I would never be friends with someone who took the sort of actions that Monsanto has and as a result I find it hard to put money in their pockets and I would encourage others to ponder the dilemma as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsanto's lobbying and close alignment with the government has resulted in a lack of labeling on foods that contain GMOs and even trace amounts of them do find their way into organic foods but eating organic is the best way to keep your meals Monsanto free and I would much rather support people who value the world we live in and those of us who live in it, something that Monsanto clearly doesn't concern itself with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read Vanity Fair's article for a more in depth look at this issue.  The article can be found &lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/features/2008/05/monsanto200805"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also love to hear everyone's opinion on this, especially if some farmer's are reading this and can talk about actually dealing with Monsanto products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2686256774340822706?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2686256774340822706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2686256774340822706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2686256774340822706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2686256774340822706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-green.html' title='Why Green?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/SBU2FBLt4KI/AAAAAAAACk0/W7tT13l42Qk/s72-c/nmadonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-3158918316250762520</id><published>2008-03-30T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:11:49.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This The Way Amarillo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_black.swf" quality="high" width="322" height="54" name="odeo_player_black" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="type=audio&amp;id=36212" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; padding-left: 110px; color: #f39; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://odeo.com/audio/36212/view"&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed home! Do you know the way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-3158918316250762520?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/3158918316250762520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=3158918316250762520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3158918316250762520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3158918316250762520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-this-way-amarillo.html' title='Is This The Way Amarillo?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-196850052270747814</id><published>2008-03-30T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:16:39.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't Texas Great!</title><content type='html'>Where else can you see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it's not a real Prada store and only an art instillation but it still looks fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R-_IqBSgFYI/AAAAAAAACks/JaTuI3QlTbs/s1600-h/001westtexas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R-_IqBSgFYI/AAAAAAAACks/JaTuI3QlTbs/s400/001westtexas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183582320352826754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photograph was taken by an Austin photographer named Craig Washburn.  Other pieces of his work can be seen on his website at http://www.craigwashburn.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-196850052270747814?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/196850052270747814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=196850052270747814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/196850052270747814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/196850052270747814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/03/isnt-texas-great.html' title='Isn&apos;t Texas Great!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R-_IqBSgFYI/AAAAAAAACks/JaTuI3QlTbs/s72-c/001westtexas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-7816675592128055906</id><published>2008-03-27T18:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:10:00.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwoods Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R-w23RSgFXI/AAAAAAAACkk/3lpwu0_V9N8/s1600-h/3177_c26dcfd26a048d3d90e0e221f0e458b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R-w23RSgFXI/AAAAAAAACkk/3lpwu0_V9N8/s400/3177_c26dcfd26a048d3d90e0e221f0e458b5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182577594358306162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been out for a while but I feel the need to bring everyone else up to date that may not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton is 62 and has released her newest album, "Backwoods Barbie."  It is her first country album in 17 years and also the highest debuting CD of her career.  She was set to tour for the album but had to cancel as a result of a back injury.  Well, if you can't watch her live you might as well watch her new video with the hilarious Amy Sedaris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKeulwZ3sGE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKeulwZ3sGE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off she even does a cover of UB40's "You Drive Me Crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-7816675592128055906?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/7816675592128055906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=7816675592128055906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7816675592128055906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7816675592128055906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/03/backwoods-barbie.html' title='Backwoods Barbie'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R-w23RSgFXI/AAAAAAAACkk/3lpwu0_V9N8/s72-c/3177_c26dcfd26a048d3d90e0e221f0e458b5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8717660675796465929</id><published>2008-02-28T18:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:42:41.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>So I had a haircut recently and you might say it looks like this, but less Swedish and less feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R8dU3HAsHLI/AAAAAAAACkc/GooIkaN-XRc/s1600-h/robyn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R8dU3HAsHLI/AAAAAAAACkc/GooIkaN-XRc/s400/robyn1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172196002809781426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8717660675796465929?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8717660675796465929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8717660675796465929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8717660675796465929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8717660675796465929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/02/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R8dU3HAsHLI/AAAAAAAACkc/GooIkaN-XRc/s72-c/robyn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8604349420054330320</id><published>2008-01-27T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:37:28.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac Efron</title><content type='html'>So today, I was reading this magazine in Barnes and Noble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R51NtIY8T1I/AAAAAAAACkU/c5QvXbSV-nU/s1600-h/zacefrondetails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R51NtIY8T1I/AAAAAAAACkU/c5QvXbSV-nU/s400/zacefrondetails.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160366185778007890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a passerby said I looked just like him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, thanks but I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8604349420054330320?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8604349420054330320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8604349420054330320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8604349420054330320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8604349420054330320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/01/zac-efron.html' title='Zac Efron'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R51NtIY8T1I/AAAAAAAACkU/c5QvXbSV-nU/s72-c/zacefrondetails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8726771253147688046</id><published>2008-01-11T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:45:16.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Edmund Hillary Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4eOx0IWWiI/AAAAAAAACkM/Es1JB3hkWaE/s1600-h/main_hillary_norgay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4eOx0IWWiI/AAAAAAAACkM/Es1JB3hkWaE/s320/main_hillary_norgay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154245285007219234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiwi heart inside me hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what CNN Had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (CNN) -- Edmund Hillary, who gained worldwide fame after he and guide Tenzing Norgay became the first people to reach the summit of Mount Everest, has died after suffering a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealander Hillary, who was 88, died at Auckland City Hospital on Friday morning at 0900 local time, Hillary family spokesman Mark Sainsbury said. "He had been in good form and been looking forward to coming home, and had remained in good spirits to the end," Sainsbury said in a statement issued by the Hillary family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The family are honored to accept the government's offer of a state funeral, recognizing the impact he had on all New Zealanders. They are also comforted by the messages of support from around the country and around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral arrangements would not be set until family members had returned from overseas, Sainsbury said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His great friends the Sherpa people have called [his wife] June and are organizing their own memorial service in Nepal." Video Watch a friend pay tribute to Hillary »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 29, 1953, Hillary and Tenzing became the first men known to have climbed the 29,035 feet to the top of Everest and safely return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beekeeper who served during World War II in the Royal New Zealand Air Force, Hillary began climbing while in high school and traveled to the central Himalayas to join a British party exploring the southern face of Everest in 1951.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned in 1953, when he and Tenzing made their ascent -- spending 15-30 minutes at the summit. Hillary left a crucifix at the top of the mountain and Tenzing, in keeping with his Buddhist beliefs, left an offering of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary took a picture of Tenzing at the peak but, because the Sherpa guide did not know how to use a camera, there are no pictures of Hillary there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II upon his return to England, but continued exploring -- reaching the South Pole by tractor in 1958, joining the first group to climb Antarctica's Mt. Herschel in 1967 and boating east Himalayan rivers and the Ganges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Helen Clark paid tribute to Hillary, describing him as the best-known New Zealander ever to have lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir Ed described himself as an average New Zealander with modest abilities," Clark said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In reality, he was a colossus. He was an heroic figure who not only 'knocked off' Everest but lived a life of determination, humility and generosity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flags throughout New Zealand flew at half-mast on Friday, while callers flooded talkback stations with tributes to Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many shared anecdotes of personal meetings with the late adventurer, describing him as an iconic New Zealander whose achievements were important to both the country and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antarctica New Zealand chief executive Lou Sanson said his enduring image of Hillary was his love of the natural environment of the frozen continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of all you could tell he was in love with what was outside, which was that wild, harsh continent and the ability to live in that," Sanson said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his later years, Hillary became a strong supporter of environmental causes and worked to improve the lives of Nepal's Sherpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Himalayan Trust has helped build schools, hospitals and airstrips in Nepal since 1961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary was not always complimentary of the more than 1,300 people who have climbed Everest since he did. In 2006, he harshly criticized a group of about 40 climbers that left Englishman David Sharp, 34, to die as they kept climbing to the top of Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Human life is far more important than just getting to the top of a mountain," he said at the time. "I think the whole attitude toward climbing Mt. Everest has become rather horrifying -- the people just want to get to the top," her said of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, Hillary was made an honorary citizen of Nepal on the 50th anniversary of his historic climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/01/10/edmund.hillary/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8726771253147688046?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8726771253147688046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8726771253147688046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8726771253147688046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8726771253147688046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/01/sir-edmund-hillary-dies.html' title='Sir Edmund Hillary Dies'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4eOx0IWWiI/AAAAAAAACkM/Es1JB3hkWaE/s72-c/main_hillary_norgay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1745066763193679367</id><published>2008-01-07T17:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:12:48.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights: Never Depressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4KxuEIWWfI/AAAAAAAACj0/NChPLmC7GOo/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4KxuEIWWfI/AAAAAAAACj0/NChPLmC7GOo/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152876328606128626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*UPDATE* Apparently the house above won for best decorations in town. Wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4KxukIWWgI/AAAAAAAACj8/P1OPvDVXHR4/s1600-h/IMG_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4KxukIWWgI/AAAAAAAACj8/P1OPvDVXHR4/s400/IMG_1364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152876337196063234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow-Up Lawn Ornaments aren't depressing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4Kxu0IWWhI/AAAAAAAACkE/M0pck0kCprI/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4Kxu0IWWhI/AAAAAAAACkE/M0pck0kCprI/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152876341491030546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1745066763193679367?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1745066763193679367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1745066763193679367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1745066763193679367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1745066763193679367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-lights-never-depressing.html' title='Christmas Lights: Never Depressing'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R4KxuEIWWfI/AAAAAAAACj0/NChPLmC7GOo/s72-c/IMG_1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2543329616096670168</id><published>2007-12-21T01:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:16:58.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R2toSUIWWeI/AAAAAAAACjs/XsnT-qTAS2c/s1600-h/n721241152_673238_2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R2toSUIWWeI/AAAAAAAACjs/XsnT-qTAS2c/s400/n721241152_673238_2979.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146321663051586018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think pictures get much better.  Kristina, AMAZING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2543329616096670168?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2543329616096670168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2543329616096670168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2543329616096670168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2543329616096670168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/12/lovely.html' title='Lovely!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R2toSUIWWeI/AAAAAAAACjs/XsnT-qTAS2c/s72-c/n721241152_673238_2979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8689348487421791479</id><published>2007-11-25T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:21:46.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumper</title><content type='html'>Wow! I am horrendous about doing timely blogs.  I guess you will all have to deal. So since my last blog and the fiasco with Ole Suze, I have since had the pleasure of dealing with "No Signatures" Cuba Gooding, Jr. and just this past week we found out that we will be helping with the one day shoot for an additional scene for "Jumper."  By far the biggest project I've worked on, even if I am only apart of one day of shooting.  Let's take a look why don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9rz5NekSUTM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9rz5NekSUTM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8689348487421791479?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8689348487421791479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8689348487421791479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8689348487421791479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8689348487421791479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-i-am-horrendous-about-doing-timely.html' title='Jumper'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-5023513760531423490</id><published>2007-11-23T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:20:51.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LSU Nights</title><content type='html'>So to combat the banality that, oddly enough, is the movie industry, I had planned to go to my first tailgating experience.  Since I am in the town of the LSU Tiger and all of their purple and gold glory I had to dress in purple and gold.  Lucky for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my high school colors were purple and gold as well.  Time to pull out that old cheerleading jacket!  The rest was obtained for less than $15 at Albertson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it just wasn't meant to be and things didn't come together for me to partake in the glory that is LSU Football.  This is how sad I was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbeZYxdaI/AAAAAAAACjE/-5KjQY7GPTk/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbeZYxdaI/AAAAAAAACjE/-5KjQY7GPTk/s400/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136174477808334242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't let that get me down.  We decided to go out anyway.  Those tigers didn't even take a second look at my crazy outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and LeeAnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbfJYxdbI/AAAAAAAACjM/OpWzqPyEsTA/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbfJYxdbI/AAAAAAAACjM/OpWzqPyEsTA/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136174490693236146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella, ella, ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbgpYxdcI/AAAAAAAACjU/Gf2c5FTzFdY/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbgpYxdcI/AAAAAAAACjU/Gf2c5FTzFdY/s400/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136174516463039938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A re-enactment of LeeAnn altercation with Judith's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbhJYxddI/AAAAAAAACjc/GL3RpwsDLKE/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbhJYxddI/AAAAAAAACjc/GL3RpwsDLKE/s400/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136174525052974546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiger tail had it rough that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbiJYxdeI/AAAAAAAACjk/myKLHtuGzEg/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbiJYxdeI/AAAAAAAACjk/myKLHtuGzEg/s400/IMG_1270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136174542232843746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-5023513760531423490?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/5023513760531423490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=5023513760531423490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5023513760531423490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5023513760531423490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/11/lsu-nights.html' title='LSU Nights'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/R0dbeZYxdaI/AAAAAAAACjE/-5KjQY7GPTk/s72-c/IMG_1252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1463441460590980182</id><published>2007-09-28T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:22:32.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belittling Susan</title><content type='html'>So it was my job to give Ole Suze Sarandon some money today.  She was dismissive and belittling.  I can't blame her.  Wouldn't you be too if you looked this haggard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rv2Hz97mmNI/AAAAAAAACcI/NTkg7y0SRMk/s1600-h/image284d5393-01b5-40a6-9ed8-86d681365d84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rv2Hz97mmNI/AAAAAAAACcI/NTkg7y0SRMk/s400/image284d5393-01b5-40a6-9ed8-86d681365d84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115394078630385874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rv2KyN7mmOI/AAAAAAAACcQ/2pSrXN-m1dw/s1600-h/susans1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rv2KyN7mmOI/AAAAAAAACcQ/2pSrXN-m1dw/s400/susans1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115397347100498146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rv2Mn97mmPI/AAAAAAAACcY/WwSidwn7tqc/s1600-h/RHPS-Credits-SusanSarandonL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rv2Mn97mmPI/AAAAAAAACcY/WwSidwn7tqc/s400/RHPS-Credits-SusanSarandonL.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115399370030094578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when she was young, why does she always look so old to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1463441460590980182?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1463441460590980182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1463441460590980182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1463441460590980182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1463441460590980182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/09/belittling-susan.html' title='The Belittling Susan'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rv2Hz97mmNI/AAAAAAAACcI/NTkg7y0SRMk/s72-c/image284d5393-01b5-40a6-9ed8-86d681365d84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-719161297313854677</id><published>2007-09-12T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:01:50.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing in this silly showbiz life? I do wonder that sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Finally, I get to the Riddu Riddu Festival of 2007.  This festival is an indigenous music festival with performers coming from all over the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla and I were hired to do a children's show and an aerial piece for the Riddu Rock Sirkus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics of Camilla practicing for the aerial show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RugzifRQjDI/AAAAAAAACZc/b987nI7AeOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RugzifRQjDI/AAAAAAAACZc/b987nI7AeOQ/s400/IMG_0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109390444854283314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rugzi_RQjEI/AAAAAAAACZk/KiIceGsIFgM/s1600-h/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rugzi_RQjEI/AAAAAAAACZk/KiIceGsIFgM/s400/IMG_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109390453444217922" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RugzjPRQjFI/AAAAAAAACZs/7B0NIH_V9NA/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RugzjPRQjFI/AAAAAAAACZs/7B0NIH_V9NA/s400/IMG_0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109390457739185234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RugzjvRQjGI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hPSuXeYAYy4/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RugzjvRQjGI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hPSuXeYAYy4/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109390466329119842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first performance was the children's show. Our show is completely silly with it being a hip-hop show to start with and ends with us stripping down to brightly colored lycra costumes while dancing to the theme song from "Fame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA4_RQjJI/AAAAAAAACaM/v8SSWtvhirk/s1600-h/l_36acaf74564c68ea98a134c272cf0868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA4_RQjJI/AAAAAAAACaM/v8SSWtvhirk/s400/l_36acaf74564c68ea98a134c272cf0868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109405125052501138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhBoPRQjNI/AAAAAAAACas/BK-6mMhsPqQ/s1600-h/l_82f2ca80e8617d67a5366b2e4f012942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhBoPRQjNI/AAAAAAAACas/BK-6mMhsPqQ/s400/l_82f2ca80e8617d67a5366b2e4f012942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109405936801320146" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA4_RQjKI/AAAAAAAACaU/SYi3Rh3BV48/s1600-h/l_638ce7460447d9a6787fe8c1c12151c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA4_RQjKI/AAAAAAAACaU/SYi3Rh3BV48/s400/l_638ce7460447d9a6787fe8c1c12151c4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109405125052501154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA4_RQjLI/AAAAAAAACac/rbi9QW0jbas/s1600-h/l_968afbbff16d49d13157c3c41fb42e7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA4_RQjLI/AAAAAAAACac/rbi9QW0jbas/s400/l_968afbbff16d49d13157c3c41fb42e7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109405125052501170" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA5PRQjMI/AAAAAAAACak/5EkjatLCANI/s1600-h/l_fcfd04920a159634dfc841d9fb722753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhA5PRQjMI/AAAAAAAACak/5EkjatLCANI/s400/l_fcfd04920a159634dfc841d9fb722753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109405129347468482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are pics from the Rock Sirkus where we did our aerials piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCffRQjTI/AAAAAAAACbc/9sGCeNPbsjw/s1600-h/1.2961245%21img2960553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCffRQjTI/AAAAAAAACbc/9sGCeNPbsjw/s400/1.2961245%21img2960553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406885989092658" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCK_RQjQI/AAAAAAAACbE/topWuU9blEY/s1600-h/1.2958871%21img2958843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCK_RQjQI/AAAAAAAACbE/topWuU9blEY/s400/1.2958871%21img2958843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406533801774338" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCK_RQjRI/AAAAAAAACbM/NvqgP3bCBcw/s1600-h/1.2958937%21img2958895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCK_RQjRI/AAAAAAAACbM/NvqgP3bCBcw/s400/1.2958937%21img2958895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406533801774354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCLfRQjSI/AAAAAAAACbU/FTufUTH-sWs/s1600-h/1.2959715%21img2959664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCLfRQjSI/AAAAAAAACbU/FTufUTH-sWs/s400/1.2959715%21img2959664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406542391708962" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCf_RQjWI/AAAAAAAACb0/kaWaWQltzAM/s1600-h/n813545526_850429_9804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCf_RQjWI/AAAAAAAACb0/kaWaWQltzAM/s400/n813545526_850429_9804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406894579027298" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCf_RQjVI/AAAAAAAACbs/c-C8ljGV9ck/s1600-h/n813545526_850428_9556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCf_RQjVI/AAAAAAAACbs/c-C8ljGV9ck/s400/n813545526_850428_9556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406894579027282" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rugzj_RQjHI/AAAAAAAACZ8/kwDdN3kG2EM/s1600-h/l_9ce3d341a7e281f10be8adb78c788bb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rugzj_RQjHI/AAAAAAAACZ8/kwDdN3kG2EM/s400/l_9ce3d341a7e281f10be8adb78c788bb5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109390470624087154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCKvRQjOI/AAAAAAAACa0/tV-9m9Ti5P0/s1600-h/l_36a6767b6fc37cf0c5c922fdbcf707f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCKvRQjOI/AAAAAAAACa0/tV-9m9Ti5P0/s400/l_36a6767b6fc37cf0c5c922fdbcf707f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406529506807010" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCKvRQjPI/AAAAAAAACa8/HsA_vlehRmE/s1600-h/l_0914aa30811492b764454b873a9b12a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCKvRQjPI/AAAAAAAACa8/HsA_vlehRmE/s400/l_0914aa30811492b764454b873a9b12a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406529506807026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCfvRQjUI/AAAAAAAACbk/FJOCK5jQrRo/s1600-h/n813545526_850425_8819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCfvRQjUI/AAAAAAAACbk/FJOCK5jQrRo/s400/n813545526_850425_8819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406890284059970" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCgPRQjXI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZMn7WwHFVOM/s1600-h/n813545526_850416_6793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RuhCgPRQjXI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZMn7WwHFVOM/s400/n813545526_850416_6793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109406898873994610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case the pictures didn't get you excited enough, here's a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LyVxkMTMuU8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LyVxkMTMuU8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-719161297313854677?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/719161297313854677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=719161297313854677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/719161297313854677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/719161297313854677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-am-i-doing-in-this-silly-showbiz.html' title='What am I doing in this silly showbiz life? I do wonder that sometimes.'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RugzifRQjDI/AAAAAAAACZc/b987nI7AeOQ/s72-c/IMG_0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-5572176648290211963</id><published>2007-09-05T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:25:15.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Exstravaganza!!</title><content type='html'>Camilla's B-Day is the 4th of July and mine is the 5th (Yes I know I'm behind).  So for Camilla's birthday we went to the local restaurant and had a great meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt70R5YTZWI/AAAAAAAACYA/P5XcJoONdjc/s1600-h/IMG_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt70R5YTZWI/AAAAAAAACYA/P5XcJoONdjc/s400/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106787615782430050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the Cod Tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt70SpYTZXI/AAAAAAAACYI/_i-o1nrL5kc/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt70SpYTZXI/AAAAAAAACYI/_i-o1nrL5kc/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106787628667331954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day for my birthday, Camilla and her sisters drove me to Tromsø for a little sight-seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a large mountain overlooking the city with a gondola that takes you to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71YpYTZYI/AAAAAAAACYQ/ZpYri5V-CRE/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71YpYTZYI/AAAAAAAACYQ/ZpYri5V-CRE/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106788831258174850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71Y5YTZZI/AAAAAAAACYY/T3ku6t8Dkvw/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71Y5YTZZI/AAAAAAAACYY/T3ku6t8Dkvw/s400/IMG_0915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106788835553142162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even able to play in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71ZJYTZaI/AAAAAAAACYg/MXJrgx5Sfyk/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71ZJYTZaI/AAAAAAAACYg/MXJrgx5Sfyk/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106788839848109474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Elena, Camilla's niece, playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71Z5YTZbI/AAAAAAAACYo/B40Ojd2sx8M/s1600-h/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71Z5YTZbI/AAAAAAAACYo/B40Ojd2sx8M/s400/IMG_0925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106788852733011378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is me in a little "Sound of Music" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71aJYTZcI/AAAAAAAACYw/RNvHRTARxGo/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt71aJYTZcI/AAAAAAAACYw/RNvHRTARxGo/s400/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106788857027978690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, since Stine had a beer, I was privileged enough to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2A_RQi_I/AAAAAAAACY8/dJlFAdQRVjw/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2A_RQi_I/AAAAAAAACY8/dJlFAdQRVjw/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322799119371250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the terror in their faces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2BfRQjAI/AAAAAAAACZE/Nb8kkjBAs18/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2BfRQjAI/AAAAAAAACZE/Nb8kkjBAs18/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322807709305858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2B_RQjBI/AAAAAAAACZM/WWME3Hzq9CY/s1600-h/IMG_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2B_RQjBI/AAAAAAAACZM/WWME3Hzq9CY/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322816299240466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2CPRQjCI/AAAAAAAACZU/0rhiw7yMS8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ruf2CPRQjCI/AAAAAAAACZU/0rhiw7yMS8Y/s400/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109322820594207778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great birthday.  Thank you Karlsen clan for a birthday I'll never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-5572176648290211963?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/5572176648290211963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=5572176648290211963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5572176648290211963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5572176648290211963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-exstravaganza.html' title='Birthday Exstravaganza!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rt70R5YTZWI/AAAAAAAACYA/P5XcJoONdjc/s72-c/IMG_0906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-43526538879999436</id><published>2007-08-23T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:00:16.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the North</title><content type='html'>After Bodø, we took a flight into Tromsø.  In Tromsø, we were greeted by Camilla's sister Stine and her boyfriend, Martin.  After we made it to their car Camilla realized she didn't have her wallet with her.  We back to the airport and asked lost and found and had them search the plane.  It was nowhere to be found.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know Camilla well enough to know how silly she is.  Where was the wallet.  Oh it was at the side of her seat in the car held neatly by the strap of Camilla's backpack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once were finally on our way to Camilla's parents house in Oteren.  Stine had drinks waiting for us.  Being from the States, I was worried as they were busting open beer cans in a moving vehicle. Apparently it's ok to drink in a car as long as you're not driving.  BOTTOMS UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44mJYTZOI/AAAAAAAACXA/_My9F1WRACo/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44mJYTZOI/AAAAAAAACXA/_My9F1WRACo/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102077655861388514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44m5YTZQI/AAAAAAAACXQ/CU0sC29_jr4/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44m5YTZQI/AAAAAAAACXQ/CU0sC29_jr4/s400/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102077668746290434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we pass by the Mountain of the Sleeping Soldier.  Can you see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44mZYTZPI/AAAAAAAACXI/CMBEZy0Srqw/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44mZYTZPI/AAAAAAAACXI/CMBEZy0Srqw/s400/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102077660156355826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also tons of waterfalls from melting snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44nJYTZRI/AAAAAAAACXY/9P6YvpFYwsY/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44nJYTZRI/AAAAAAAACXY/9P6YvpFYwsY/s400/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102077673041257746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Oteren, I stayed in Hegge's (Another sister of Camilla's).  This house was built by their grandfather and looking up the hill you can see the barn and the house that Camilla's parents live in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs46MJYTZSI/AAAAAAAACXg/5JtP8bvXF8g/s1600-h/Photo+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs46MJYTZSI/AAAAAAAACXg/5JtP8bvXF8g/s400/Photo+157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102079408208045346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the barn, there was a brand new family of squirrels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs47EJYTZTI/AAAAAAAACXo/PaURzg-8s20/s1600-h/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs47EJYTZTI/AAAAAAAACXo/PaURzg-8s20/s400/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102080370280719666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs47EZYTZUI/AAAAAAAACXw/im0640DdOKw/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs47EZYTZUI/AAAAAAAACXw/im0640DdOKw/s400/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102080374575686978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla's family was so generous to house me and feed me for the time I was there.  I couldn't have asked for a better accommodation.  This is what their house looked out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs47jpYTZVI/AAAAAAAACX4/MZuDfCwwOyk/s1600-h/Photo+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs47jpYTZVI/AAAAAAAACX4/MZuDfCwwOyk/s400/Photo+150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102080911446598994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-43526538879999436?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/43526538879999436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=43526538879999436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/43526538879999436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/43526538879999436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-north.html' title='In the North'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rs44mJYTZOI/AAAAAAAACXA/_My9F1WRACo/s72-c/IMG_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1523966826284924756</id><published>2007-08-19T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:12:27.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I'm Behind!</title><content type='html'>Ok I know it's a theme but I always seem to catch up eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from where I left off, Camilla and I took an overnight Cruise from Copenhagen to Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on board we quickly got our priorities in order and to the top of the boat to set sail.  To commemorate the experience we bought drinks as blue as the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjg7JYTY1I/AAAAAAAACT4/y9QJrXC2E3w/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjg7JYTY1I/AAAAAAAACT4/y9QJrXC2E3w/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100573884731843410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjhrZYTY6I/AAAAAAAACUg/m0DNGNV80Qc/s1600-h/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjhrZYTY6I/AAAAAAAACUg/m0DNGNV80Qc/s400/IMG_0778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100574713660531618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spilled some and couldn't bare to have it go to waste.  What can I say? I'm resourceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjhrpYTY7I/AAAAAAAACUo/EQkC9vgoQgk/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjhrpYTY7I/AAAAAAAACUo/EQkC9vgoQgk/s400/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100574717955498930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning to Oslo, we went by train to Nordic Nowhere to visit Camilla's sister, Berit, and to also get some training done for our performances later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first evening in town was commemorated by being a proud supporter of Jonas, Berit's oldest child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjg75YTY4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/2_m-NYr14O4/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjg75YTY4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/2_m-NYr14O4/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100573897616745346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva, Berit's little girl, had more fun playing in the rain than watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjg8ZYTY5I/AAAAAAAACUY/Im396ISmFGM/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjg8ZYTY5I/AAAAAAAACUY/Im396ISmFGM/s400/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100573906206679954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Koppang, Berit opened up the school gym that she teaches at to let us start training.  While training there we also did a short class for a few of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-JYTY8I/AAAAAAAACUw/h8a2Wh24Aiw/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-JYTY8I/AAAAAAAACUw/h8a2Wh24Aiw/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100577234806334402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jonas and Camilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-ZYTY9I/AAAAAAAACU4/LQVZHm5C9VQ/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-ZYTY9I/AAAAAAAACU4/LQVZHm5C9VQ/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100577239101301714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-pYTY-I/AAAAAAAACVA/l1f4UW2QrVs/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-pYTY-I/AAAAAAAACVA/l1f4UW2QrVs/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100577243396269026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj_JYTZAI/AAAAAAAACVQ/BtyENBc-YDo/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj_JYTZAI/AAAAAAAACVQ/BtyENBc-YDo/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100577251986203650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally coaxed Berit into giving it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-5YTY_I/AAAAAAAACVI/1hHjg28fGz8/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjj-5YTY_I/AAAAAAAACVI/1hHjg28fGz8/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100577247691236338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berit lives on a farm in Norway and was so generous to me.  She let Camilla and I stay in a little house that used to be used as a food storage way back when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjmN5YTZGI/AAAAAAAACWA/_mmTFfsZ2g8/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjmN5YTZGI/AAAAAAAACWA/_mmTFfsZ2g8/s400/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100579704412529762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjlwpYTZEI/AAAAAAAACVw/imfuD8SXZXI/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjlwpYTZEI/AAAAAAAACVw/imfuD8SXZXI/s400/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100579201901356098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjlw5YTZFI/AAAAAAAACV4/X5Zn_wC9_Jg/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjlw5YTZFI/AAAAAAAACV4/X5Zn_wC9_Jg/s400/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100579206196323410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjlvpYTZBI/AAAAAAAACVY/iAwc3-vSP6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjlvpYTZBI/AAAAAAAACVY/iAwc3-vSP6Q/s400/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100579184721486866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are views from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjlv5YTZCI/AAAAAAAACVg/nN9E68D4FHY/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjlv5YTZCI/AAAAAAAACVg/nN9E68D4FHY/s400/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100579189016454178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjlwZYTZDI/AAAAAAAACVo/StaA4v3UQdc/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjlwZYTZDI/AAAAAAAACVo/StaA4v3UQdc/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100579197606388786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common for older houses in Norway to have grass on top.  They were built this way as added insulation from the very cold winters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoE5YTZHI/AAAAAAAACWI/rfGzrOYttkw/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoE5YTZHI/AAAAAAAACWI/rfGzrOYttkw/s400/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100581748816962674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me saying bye to Berit as we leave Koppand and head back to Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoFJYTZII/AAAAAAAACWQ/I3IIuPXpPHA/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoFJYTZII/AAAAAAAACWQ/I3IIuPXpPHA/s400/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100581753111929986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Oslo, we stayed with Camilla's great friends Marchus and Aliss.  Here they are in an intimate husband and wife moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoFZYTZJI/AAAAAAAACWY/YP0fbVDcc1M/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoFZYTZJI/AAAAAAAACWY/YP0fbVDcc1M/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100581757406897298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train to Trondheim.  Saw the city....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoF5YTZKI/AAAAAAAACWg/ZJzrHKB_sbU/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoF5YTZKI/AAAAAAAACWg/ZJzrHKB_sbU/s400/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100581765996831906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's gorgeous Gothic cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoGZYTZLI/AAAAAAAACWo/o4iNRkSbDYg/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjoGZYTZLI/AAAAAAAACWo/o4iNRkSbDYg/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100581774586766514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we took an overnight train to Bodo.  Since Bodo is above the Arctic Circle we were able to see the sun set several times throughout the train ride.  After we finally reached the Arctic Circle it would be daylight for Will until I would fly to London on July 16th, fourteen days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjpyZYTZMI/AAAAAAAACWw/i1RSl0aMkFE/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjpyZYTZMI/AAAAAAAACWw/i1RSl0aMkFE/s400/IMG_0875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100583630012638402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjpypYTZNI/AAAAAAAACW4/ckCvHBxsfA4/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RsjpypYTZNI/AAAAAAAACW4/ckCvHBxsfA4/s400/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100583634307605714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1523966826284924756?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1523966826284924756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1523966826284924756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1523966826284924756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1523966826284924756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-im-behind.html' title='Wow, I&apos;m Behind!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rsjg7JYTY1I/AAAAAAAACT4/y9QJrXC2E3w/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2860305909477335365</id><published>2007-07-18T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:43:52.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay TV</title><content type='html'>My new great friend Per that I met in Norway at the festival that I have to blog about played this song and it's sarcasm makes it the greatest thing ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N41NlBZxQd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N41NlBZxQd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2860305909477335365?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2860305909477335365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2860305909477335365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2860305909477335365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2860305909477335365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/07/pay-tv.html' title='Pay TV'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-4433999894506802727</id><published>2007-07-18T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:27:10.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandinavia!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been in Europe now for over a month and I'm still so far behind on my blogs that I haven't posted a single picture from my trip yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wait no longer.  The time has come.  Will in the land of the Vikings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla and I waiting for the train into Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4X6pbw0HI/AAAAAAAACQg/jNkCoZGscZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4X6pbw0HI/AAAAAAAACQg/jNkCoZGscZ8/s400/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088530925297389682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little fact for ya.  In Norway, any public lands are for the public and can be used however.  So you can camp in parks or whatever, whatever including suntanning on the lawn of their castle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine George W. looking out of the White House or Queen Liz looking out of Buckingham Palace to see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4YXZbw0II/AAAAAAAACQo/EHtUQqNPVsA/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4YXZbw0II/AAAAAAAACQo/EHtUQqNPVsA/s400/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531419218628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4YXpbw0JI/AAAAAAAACQw/IQN9aliudzc/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4YXpbw0JI/AAAAAAAACQw/IQN9aliudzc/s400/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531423513596050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4ZOpbw0KI/AAAAAAAACQ4/duGAnhWrA9g/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4ZOpbw0KI/AAAAAAAACQ4/duGAnhWrA9g/s400/IMG_0644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088532368406401186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't in Oslo long before we took a bus to Stockholm and the land of Abba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aUZbw0LI/AAAAAAAACRA/DCUvIb1Y6Kc/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aUZbw0LI/AAAAAAAACRA/DCUvIb1Y6Kc/s400/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533566702276786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the border!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aWJbw0MI/AAAAAAAACRI/uNCyE_AYvx0/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aWJbw0MI/AAAAAAAACRI/uNCyE_AYvx0/s400/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533596767047874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was Chinese Day in Stockholm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aXZbw0NI/AAAAAAAACRQ/SJI3VgAFxqc/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aXZbw0NI/AAAAAAAACRQ/SJI3VgAFxqc/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533618241884370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aYZbw0OI/AAAAAAAACRY/7vvCPxgbdP4/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aYZbw0OI/AAAAAAAACRY/7vvCPxgbdP4/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533635421753570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with Astrid Lindgren, the writer of Pippi Longstocking.  I had no idea she was Swedish and that Pippi's real name is Pippi Långstrump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aZZbw0PI/AAAAAAAACRg/z1Y9GC0kLv4/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4aZZbw0PI/AAAAAAAACRg/z1Y9GC0kLv4/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533652601622770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stockholm is built on 7 different islands.  Makes for good photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b4pbw0QI/AAAAAAAACRo/fmtSn44bUuc/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b4pbw0QI/AAAAAAAACRo/fmtSn44bUuc/s400/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088535288984162562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b55bw0RI/AAAAAAAACRw/4bNrX57xO7A/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b55bw0RI/AAAAAAAACRw/4bNrX57xO7A/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088535310458999058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b7pbw0SI/AAAAAAAACR4/UnNZDP4N7b8/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b7pbw0SI/AAAAAAAACR4/UnNZDP4N7b8/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088535340523770146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b85bw0TI/AAAAAAAACSA/PLS4O-fwA-c/s1600-h/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b85bw0TI/AAAAAAAACSA/PLS4O-fwA-c/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088535361998606642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b-Zbw0UI/AAAAAAAACSI/Tj2IbvmdWh8/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4b-Zbw0UI/AAAAAAAACSI/Tj2IbvmdWh8/s400/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088535387768410434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Stockholm, we went to Copenhagen, where I ate a Danish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4dV5bw0VI/AAAAAAAACSQ/fip14aod95g/s1600-h/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4dV5bw0VI/AAAAAAAACSQ/fip14aod95g/s400/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088536891006964050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sat on a toilet that Hans Christian Andersen once sat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4dWZbw0WI/AAAAAAAACSY/al-ja6_A3MA/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4dWZbw0WI/AAAAAAAACSY/al-ja6_A3MA/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088536899596898658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4dz5bw0XI/AAAAAAAACSg/uAWBs4IUQ7A/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4dz5bw0XI/AAAAAAAACSg/uAWBs4IUQ7A/s400/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088537406403039602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4d0Zbw0YI/AAAAAAAACSo/f9yBslZ7Z38/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4d0Zbw0YI/AAAAAAAACSo/f9yBslZ7Z38/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088537414992974210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4ehJbw0ZI/AAAAAAAACSw/5bgqLx3y92A/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4ehJbw0ZI/AAAAAAAACSw/5bgqLx3y92A/s400/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088538183792120210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4ehpbw0aI/AAAAAAAACS4/274IofdT2fg/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4ehpbw0aI/AAAAAAAACS4/274IofdT2fg/s400/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088538192382054818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4eiJbw0bI/AAAAAAAACTA/KuWsaC89hMI/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4eiJbw0bI/AAAAAAAACTA/KuWsaC89hMI/s400/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088538200971989426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4eipbw0cI/AAAAAAAACTI/6T_3njqKS8s/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4eipbw0cI/AAAAAAAACTI/6T_3njqKS8s/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088538209561924034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw some Trolls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4gIpbw0eI/AAAAAAAACTY/uIjRvYTbqcA/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4gIpbw0eI/AAAAAAAACTY/uIjRvYTbqcA/s400/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088539961908580834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4gJZbw0fI/AAAAAAAACTg/hs_GCDUjy7o/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4gJZbw0fI/AAAAAAAACTg/hs_GCDUjy7o/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088539974793482738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4jAZbw0hI/AAAAAAAACTw/raZKHb1tf38/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4jAZbw0hI/AAAAAAAACTw/raZKHb1tf38/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088543118709543442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw The Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4gJ5bw0gI/AAAAAAAACTo/GKQsy8i_BTM/s1600-h/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4gJ5bw0gI/AAAAAAAACTo/GKQsy8i_BTM/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088539983383417346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-4433999894506802727?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/4433999894506802727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=4433999894506802727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4433999894506802727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4433999894506802727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/07/scandinavia.html' title='Scandinavia!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rp4X6pbw0HI/AAAAAAAACQg/jNkCoZGscZ8/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-2525298490108215029</id><published>2007-07-09T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:46:53.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was home for a bit, I went to Amarillo and played with the nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKd9utgMJI/AAAAAAAACQI/zriTO2UTqFg/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKd9utgMJI/AAAAAAAACQI/zriTO2UTqFg/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085300613091176594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali, hamming it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKd9-tgMKI/AAAAAAAACQQ/LfLfIYBwYh8/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKd9-tgMKI/AAAAAAAACQQ/LfLfIYBwYh8/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085300617386143906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An oh-so-artistic shot of Kenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKdXutgMFI/AAAAAAAACPo/xwqV8OcIyWM/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKdXutgMFI/AAAAAAAACPo/xwqV8OcIyWM/s400/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085299960256147538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sami was watching after Jolie and let's just say Jolie made her work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKdYetgMHI/AAAAAAAACP4/acxMJ7xD8ww/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKdYetgMHI/AAAAAAAACP4/acxMJ7xD8ww/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085299973141049458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKdYutgMII/AAAAAAAACQA/rzZCj2BApMA/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKdYutgMII/AAAAAAAACQA/rzZCj2BApMA/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085299977436016770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you girls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-2525298490108215029?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/2525298490108215029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=2525298490108215029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2525298490108215029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/2525298490108215029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/07/while-i-was-home-for-bit-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKd9utgMJI/AAAAAAAACQI/zriTO2UTqFg/s72-c/IMG_0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-4409726416066335395</id><published>2007-07-09T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:24:19.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Backyard BBQ Fun!!</title><content type='html'>Of course, making the margaritas had to happen first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKI9etgL8I/AAAAAAAACOg/ERhtE5r94RM/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKI9etgL8I/AAAAAAAACOg/ERhtE5r94RM/s400/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085277519052025794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pretending to help cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKI9-tgL9I/AAAAAAAACOo/tZ6ra-lKIfY/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKI9-tgL9I/AAAAAAAACOo/tZ6ra-lKIfY/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085277527641960402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Chefs.  The apron might look professional but I guarantee Katie was the one who was ensuring perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKHWutgL6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/KarwKgrNY08/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKHWutgL6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/KarwKgrNY08/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085275753820467106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKH--tgL7I/AAAAAAAACOY/VY68TyBm5Ck/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKH--tgL7I/AAAAAAAACOY/VY68TyBm5Ck/s400/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085276445310201778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made him angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKW2utgMBI/AAAAAAAACPI/6Ms-wSZmtso/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKW2utgMBI/AAAAAAAACPI/6Ms-wSZmtso/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085292796250697746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette Lighting: The Louisiana Way&lt;br /&gt;Taught by our host LeeAnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKGIOtgL5I/AAAAAAAACOI/EqQnXEehK_U/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKGIOtgL5I/AAAAAAAACOI/EqQnXEehK_U/s400/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085274405200736146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Jasseaux's bday.  Here she is with a few of her birthday presents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKKT-tgL-I/AAAAAAAACOw/K2zktJSpABE/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKKT-tgL-I/AAAAAAAACOw/K2zktJSpABE/s400/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085279005110710242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and then me after I took them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKUp-tgL_I/AAAAAAAACO4/KW2X64gYSSI/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKUp-tgL_I/AAAAAAAACO4/KW2X64gYSSI/s400/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085290378184110066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Cajuns fight over food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKVf-tgMAI/AAAAAAAACPA/B9LBkPsuPbE/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKVf-tgMAI/AAAAAAAACPA/B9LBkPsuPbE/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085291305897046018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party did get a little wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKXhetgMCI/AAAAAAAACPQ/joD4eUlVkVY/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKXhetgMCI/AAAAAAAACPQ/joD4eUlVkVY/s400/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085293530690105378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I celebrated the best way I know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKY6utgMDI/AAAAAAAACPY/IuD1pGLw42k/s1600-h/IMG_7736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKY6utgMDI/AAAAAAAACPY/IuD1pGLw42k/s400/IMG_7736.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085295063993430066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-4409726416066335395?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/4409726416066335395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=4409726416066335395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4409726416066335395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4409726416066335395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/07/memorial-day-backyard-bbq-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Backyard BBQ Fun!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RpKI9etgL8I/AAAAAAAACOg/ERhtE5r94RM/s72-c/IMG_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-6287982577872152333</id><published>2007-06-20T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:05:47.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ By Car</title><content type='html'>This is my last New Zealand blog.  How Sad!!!!  I can't believe the year and a half went by so quickly.  Can't get too sentimental.  On with the show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we flew back to New Zealand from Oz we rented a car in Auckland.  At the Avis counter they asked us if we wanted a car that was gray or yellow.  Of course I said YELLOW!!!  Also, when looking at my driver's license they saw 7/5/1982.  In North America that means July 5 but in New Zealand and the rest of the world that means May 7.  I quickly replied that my date of birth was May 7th and that I was 25 and they couldn't charge me extra fees for being young.  Sorry Dan for cheating your company out of some money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi2JEFD2I/AAAAAAAACKQ/tUTpvJkGEjo/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi2JEFD2I/AAAAAAAACKQ/tUTpvJkGEjo/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269105866608482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Auckland we stopped in Hamilton.  I let mom and the girls off at the Zoo and I went to go see some friends and say bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Charlie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi2ZEFD3I/AAAAAAAACKY/R2GnEoCowSM/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi2ZEFD3I/AAAAAAAACKY/R2GnEoCowSM/s400/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269110161575794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hamilton, we drove on to Rotorua where I had to do a New Zealand Original, ZORB.  Basically when you Zorb, you become a hamster and they put you in a large ball, put some water inside and roll you down a hill.  I laughed the entire way but it was so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmmT5EFERI/AAAAAAAACNo/Rxbvv9fIPew/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmmT5EFERI/AAAAAAAACNo/Rxbvv9fIPew/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078272915502600466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameless, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmmUZEFESI/AAAAAAAACNw/qXnMZ3a-nWE/s1600-h/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmmUZEFESI/AAAAAAAACNw/qXnMZ3a-nWE/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078272924092535074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml55EFENI/AAAAAAAACNI/lzrlSsAzHCk/s1600-h/DSC_6724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml55EFENI/AAAAAAAACNI/lzrlSsAzHCk/s400/DSC_6724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078272468826001618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml6ZEFEOI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ktq6ZlcQ52A/s1600-h/DSC_6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml6ZEFEOI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ktq6ZlcQ52A/s400/DSC_6731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078272477415936226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml6pEFEPI/AAAAAAAACNY/JSDqDcCC7Zs/s1600-h/DSC_6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml6pEFEPI/AAAAAAAACNY/JSDqDcCC7Zs/s400/DSC_6737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078272481710903538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee heeeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml65EFEQI/AAAAAAAACNg/o5kylEozsoI/s1600-h/DSC_6743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnml65EFEQI/AAAAAAAACNg/o5kylEozsoI/s400/DSC_6743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078272486005870850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my adventure, we drive into Rotorua and had lunch by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi2pEFD4I/AAAAAAAACKg/qr00e5aB0CM/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi2pEFD4I/AAAAAAAACKg/qr00e5aB0CM/s400/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269114456543106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we drove for almost 5 hours until we got to our hotel in Wellington.  Once again, I had friends to say bye to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Shea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi25EFD5I/AAAAAAAACKo/LHZzYrjf0wY/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi25EFD5I/AAAAAAAACKo/LHZzYrjf0wY/s400/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269118751510418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the ferry across to Picton we drove to Christchurch.  This is when we Natalie and Dee hopped back on a flight to return to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I kept on going and spent that night in Akaroa.  Akaroa was a French settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjMpEFD6I/AAAAAAAACKw/KPu9pxTXGQU/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjMpEFD6I/AAAAAAAACKw/KPu9pxTXGQU/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269492413665186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjM5EFD7I/AAAAAAAACK4/PExS3XCswVk/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjM5EFD7I/AAAAAAAACK4/PExS3XCswVk/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269496708632498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of its French heritage, all the street name are French and we were just so lucky to find the street baring Jennifer and Jarret's baby girl's name.  Jolie, You're Famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjNJEFD8I/AAAAAAAACLA/_JhqibEGN5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjNJEFD8I/AAAAAAAACLA/_JhqibEGN5Q/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269501003599810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out our drive my mother was intrigued by many things but there were two in particular that captivated her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one being, incredible large tree wind guards for the fields.  She made me take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjNZEFD9I/AAAAAAAACLI/eadlfHZMkAE/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjNZEFD9I/AAAAAAAACLI/eadlfHZMkAE/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269505298567122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was a field of something, we never figured out what, and she made me stop so she could inspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjiZEFD-I/AAAAAAAACLQ/PkRDlgS-PTs/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjiZEFD-I/AAAAAAAACLQ/PkRDlgS-PTs/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269866075820002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmji5EFD_I/AAAAAAAACLY/KVgb_Ky9FU0/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmji5EFD_I/AAAAAAAACLY/KVgb_Ky9FU0/s400/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269874665754610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom in bed at the Bed and Breakfast we slept at in Dunedin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjjJEFEAI/AAAAAAAACLg/mVR7U4Bz_EM/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjjJEFEAI/AAAAAAAACLg/mVR7U4Bz_EM/s400/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269878960721922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we drove to Milford Sound.  What an incredible drive.  It is some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen and it was always changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjjZEFEBI/AAAAAAAACLo/MPJtARZBNEY/s1600-h/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmjjZEFEBI/AAAAAAAACLo/MPJtARZBNEY/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269883255689234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkFZEFECI/AAAAAAAACLw/pKaw5EK5B0U/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkFZEFECI/AAAAAAAACLw/pKaw5EK5B0U/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078270467371241506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkFpEFEDI/AAAAAAAACL4/jLBQtk_qWiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkFpEFEDI/AAAAAAAACL4/jLBQtk_qWiQ/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078270471666208818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkGJEFEEI/AAAAAAAACMA/CeI6Sp-Jbtc/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkGJEFEEI/AAAAAAAACMA/CeI6Sp-Jbtc/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078270480256143426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkGZEFEFI/AAAAAAAACMI/dCIb0vFIeck/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkGZEFEFI/AAAAAAAACMI/dCIb0vFIeck/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078270484551110738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before making it the sound you have to drive through a tunnel and it's only one way. We made it at the wrong time and had to wait at a red light.  As we were waiting I had my first encounter with Keas.  The Kea is an unusual species of parrot found only on the South Island of New Zealand.  It's very curious and will jump on your car and try to eat the rubber from your tires and windshield wipers.  It was so exciting to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkmJEFEGI/AAAAAAAACMQ/8oJ_mdQmq_A/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkmJEFEGI/AAAAAAAACMQ/8oJ_mdQmq_A/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078271030011957346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkmZEFEHI/AAAAAAAACMY/5BZeg7cnh_U/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkmZEFEHI/AAAAAAAACMY/5BZeg7cnh_U/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078271034306924658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkmpEFEII/AAAAAAAACMg/73EvJx5ywHY/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmkmpEFEII/AAAAAAAACMg/73EvJx5ywHY/s400/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078271038601891970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmknZEFEJI/AAAAAAAACMo/PF1yVRcyMmU/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmknZEFEJI/AAAAAAAACMo/PF1yVRcyMmU/s400/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078271051486793874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another pic of my mom in bed.  This time in Queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmlDZEFEKI/AAAAAAAACMw/CCIZTC-X6Pg/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmlDZEFEKI/AAAAAAAACMw/CCIZTC-X6Pg/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078271532523131042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left Queenstown, we came upon the first commercial bungy jumping site in the world.  Another New Zealand original, of course I had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pc56hD_WK8g"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pc56hD_WK8g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Bizarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmlDpEFELI/AAAAAAAACM4/ZttNIEZpHRA/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmlDpEFELI/AAAAAAAACM4/ZttNIEZpHRA/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078271536818098354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my mom waiting in the airport to fly home.  It was definitely a great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmlEJEFEMI/AAAAAAAACNA/k69v_nBvrg4/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmlEJEFEMI/AAAAAAAACNA/k69v_nBvrg4/s400/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078271545408032962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-6287982577872152333?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/6287982577872152333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=6287982577872152333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6287982577872152333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6287982577872152333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/06/nz-by-car.html' title='NZ By Car'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmi2JEFD2I/AAAAAAAACKQ/tUTpvJkGEjo/s72-c/IMG_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1144430119090521713</id><published>2007-06-20T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T05:13:37.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How About a Natural Wonder?</title><content type='html'>After Sydney, we flew to Cairns to venture to one of the world's most diverse environments, The Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a boat out to Green Island where I would snorkel and the ladies would take a tour on a bottomless boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I on the ride out to the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg6ZEFDmI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Gm9jnWREukw/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg6ZEFDmI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Gm9jnWREukw/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078266979857796706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh15EFDuI/AAAAAAAACJQ/4L5ZFGjKZ2M/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh15EFDuI/AAAAAAAACJQ/4L5ZFGjKZ2M/s400/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268002060013282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh2ZEFDwI/AAAAAAAACJg/qDmEluqFuyA/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh2ZEFDwI/AAAAAAAACJg/qDmEluqFuyA/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268010649947906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh2pEFDxI/AAAAAAAACJo/1C8qDjCjZrg/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh2pEFDxI/AAAAAAAACJo/1C8qDjCjZrg/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268014944915218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh2JEFDvI/AAAAAAAACJY/pacyOJPh1hM/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmh2JEFDvI/AAAAAAAACJY/pacyOJPh1hM/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268006354980594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmhSJEFDqI/AAAAAAAACIw/6DRTL87wHyg/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmhSJEFDqI/AAAAAAAACIw/6DRTL87wHyg/s400/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078267387879689890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmhSpEFDrI/AAAAAAAACI4/diLEqjntv-8/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmhSpEFDrI/AAAAAAAACI4/diLEqjntv-8/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078267396469624498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmhTJEFDtI/AAAAAAAACJI/cP9S0zE1NCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmhTJEFDtI/AAAAAAAACJI/cP9S0zE1NCQ/s400/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078267405059559122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg65EFDoI/AAAAAAAACIg/OPk5eXGH5Es/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg65EFDoI/AAAAAAAACIg/OPk5eXGH5Es/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078266988447731330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg7ZEFDpI/AAAAAAAACIo/pE-lcpwI7_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg7ZEFDpI/AAAAAAAACIo/pE-lcpwI7_Y/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078266997037665938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg6pEFDnI/AAAAAAAACIY/3hQZD4GQ0gc/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg6pEFDnI/AAAAAAAACIY/3hQZD4GQ0gc/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078266984152764018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmicZEFDyI/AAAAAAAACJw/8d1PLhFKm1E/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmicZEFDyI/AAAAAAAACJw/8d1PLhFKm1E/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268663484976930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating Kangaroo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmicpEFDzI/AAAAAAAACJ4/wjvXTiAyLJM/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmicpEFDzI/AAAAAAAACJ4/wjvXTiAyLJM/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268667779944242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmidJEFD0I/AAAAAAAACKA/rZqAkS3HHVU/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmidJEFD0I/AAAAAAAACKA/rZqAkS3HHVU/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268676369878850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spider was just off of the patio of our hotel room.  Awww, Australia and all of your welcoming creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmidZEFD1I/AAAAAAAACKI/9jJAxTRxKMA/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmidZEFD1I/AAAAAAAACKI/9jJAxTRxKMA/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078268680664846162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1144430119090521713?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1144430119090521713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1144430119090521713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1144430119090521713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1144430119090521713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-about-natural-wonder.html' title='How About a Natural Wonder?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmg6ZEFDmI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Gm9jnWREukw/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-6420332447878775304</id><published>2007-06-20T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T06:34:54.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney, Let's Go!!!</title><content type='html'>So on the day immediately following the Final Night After Party, my mom, her two friends, and I leave for Oz to see what all tourists in the South Pacific see, The Sydney Opera House and the Great Barrier Reef.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was in Sydney to see the Opera House.  I had arranged for all of us to stay in a hostel because I was directed by my mother to find whatever was cheapest yet comfortable.  I had stayed at WakeUp last year when I came to Sydney and thought it was very clean and comfortable.  Let's just say some older ladies don't enjoy hostel living so this was the last time we stayed at one for this trip.  Here's a pic  of the ladies in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf45EFDfI/AAAAAAAACHY/-KjET7L5Fa8/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf45EFDfI/AAAAAAAACHY/-KjET7L5Fa8/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078265854576365042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying to get a Taxi, that never came we decided it was time for the Texan Gals to ride their first subway on the way to dinner and the Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf5JEFDgI/AAAAAAAACHg/5dG05wCBECI/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf5JEFDgI/AAAAAAAACHg/5dG05wCBECI/s400/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078265858871332354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf5ZEFDhI/AAAAAAAACHo/eQ2WvGXL0fQ/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf5ZEFDhI/AAAAAAAACHo/eQ2WvGXL0fQ/s400/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078265863166299666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After departing the subway there is an incredible view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf5pEFDiI/AAAAAAAACHw/GwTh8UsNemI/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf5pEFDiI/AAAAAAAACHw/GwTh8UsNemI/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078265867461266978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bridge we walk a few very slow blocks to Wagamama.  Wagamama seems to be a Sydney tradition for me and I thought the Ladies might like to eat Japanese food.  Strike No. 2 for Will and a particular driver.  I'm starting to worry about the rest of the trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmgTpEFDjI/AAAAAAAACH4/fN_SQvSG5dM/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmgTpEFDjI/AAAAAAAACH4/fN_SQvSG5dM/s400/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078266314137865778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmgUJEFDkI/AAAAAAAACIA/MMHhkorzGMo/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmgUJEFDkI/AAAAAAAACIA/MMHhkorzGMo/s400/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078266322727800386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after dinner, we make our way to see the Opera House beautifully lit at night with the Harbour in the background.  It's an amazing sight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmgUJEFDlI/AAAAAAAACII/lL5NyKpraBg/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmgUJEFDlI/AAAAAAAACII/lL5NyKpraBg/s400/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078266322727800402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we took the ferry across to Manly and back.  Afterwards we headed back to the Airport to continue our Oz Essentials Vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-6420332447878775304?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/6420332447878775304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=6420332447878775304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6420332447878775304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/6420332447878775304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/06/sydney-lets-go.html' title='Sydney, Let&apos;s Go!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmf45EFDfI/AAAAAAAACHY/-KjET7L5Fa8/s72-c/IMG_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8860211395167450873</id><published>2007-06-20T05:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:34:18.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CATS: The Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>So the final night of the show was inevitable and finally came, way back on May 5th.  My mom and her two friends, plus numerous friends I had made while in Christchurch were in attendance and here's a little pictorial of how the night went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina took this pic of the curtain before it rose on our final performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmdf5EFDUI/AAAAAAAACGA/1LVz8MOu_Vk/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmdf5EFDUI/AAAAAAAACGA/1LVz8MOu_Vk/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263226056379714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show Jola, Kristina, Nele and me take the photo opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdgZEFDVI/AAAAAAAACGI/2me5Gd42v9U/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdgZEFDVI/AAAAAAAACGI/2me5Gd42v9U/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263234646314322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina, Josh, and Cam in the car on the way to the after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdhJEFDXI/AAAAAAAACGY/QbmvCIyxWq4/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdhJEFDXI/AAAAAAAACGY/QbmvCIyxWq4/s400/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263247531216242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam workin' it while waiting on drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd9ZEFDYI/AAAAAAAACGg/r8ck4iiqKnY/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd9ZEFDYI/AAAAAAAACGg/r8ck4iiqKnY/s400/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263732862520706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me making the drinks she's waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd95EFDZI/AAAAAAAACGo/QNM93r0C0jE/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd95EFDZI/AAAAAAAACGo/QNM93r0C0jE/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263741452455314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd-ZEFDaI/AAAAAAAACGw/3kuYM17BKqg/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd-ZEFDaI/AAAAAAAACGw/3kuYM17BKqg/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263750042389922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, Leo, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmXzJEFDLI/AAAAAAAACE4/GjDHY_U6cWs/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmXzJEFDLI/AAAAAAAACE4/GjDHY_U6cWs/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078256959699094706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia, Ben, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmXzpEFDMI/AAAAAAAACFA/iQjvUW8fVrY/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmXzpEFDMI/AAAAAAAACFA/iQjvUW8fVrY/s400/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078256968289029314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista, Cam, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmUR5EFDKI/AAAAAAAACEw/12cgBvTjsXc/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmUR5EFDKI/AAAAAAAACEw/12cgBvTjsXc/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078253089933560994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therron and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmcgZEFDNI/AAAAAAAACFI/pFAlfkLS9Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmcgZEFDNI/AAAAAAAACFI/pFAlfkLS9Zg/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262135134686418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grizzy going in for a grab on Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmcgpEFDOI/AAAAAAAACFQ/-GrNf_SN7TM/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmcgpEFDOI/AAAAAAAACFQ/-GrNf_SN7TM/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262139429653730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Kristina is the sweetest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd-pEFDbI/AAAAAAAACG4/bEJgbIbQ1-0/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmd-pEFDbI/AAAAAAAACG4/bEJgbIbQ1-0/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263754337357234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can tell the Caipirinhas are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdgpEFDWI/AAAAAAAACGQ/nOLa23F2Dys/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdgpEFDWI/AAAAAAAACGQ/nOLa23F2Dys/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078263238941281634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Sarah would look great in my hat.  I thought right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmchJEFDPI/AAAAAAAACFY/-l1cx8ucCvg/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmchJEFDPI/AAAAAAAACFY/-l1cx8ucCvg/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262148019588338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdApEFDQI/AAAAAAAACFg/Zy0RycDX4oE/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdApEFDQI/AAAAAAAACFg/Zy0RycDX4oE/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262689185467650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we  all went to where?  Base, as usual, where Cmailla DJ'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmeuZEFDcI/AAAAAAAACHA/lA5NTqa2lwA/s1600-h/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmeuZEFDcI/AAAAAAAACHA/lA5NTqa2lwA/s400/IMG_0870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078264574676110786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Hug on the Dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdA5EFDRI/AAAAAAAACFo/OfRo-C2WMow/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdA5EFDRI/AAAAAAAACFo/OfRo-C2WMow/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262693480434962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grizzy grabbing on the dancefloor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdBJEFDSI/AAAAAAAACFw/P5AzSkd9jYY/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdBJEFDSI/AAAAAAAACFw/P5AzSkd9jYY/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262697775402274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdBZEFDTI/AAAAAAAACF4/WZKq4HyajDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmdBZEFDTI/AAAAAAAACF4/WZKq4HyajDQ/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078262702070369586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmeu5EFDdI/AAAAAAAACHI/40wQclJbguY/s1600-h/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmeu5EFDdI/AAAAAAAACHI/40wQclJbguY/s400/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078264583266045394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's blurry I had to include my final goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmevZEFDeI/AAAAAAAACHQ/SrtCXcjC9c4/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnmevZEFDeI/AAAAAAAACHQ/SrtCXcjC9c4/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078264591855980002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time.  I'm sad that I don't have all those people in my life anymore.  Oh well, I'll see you on other parts of the planet, I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8860211395167450873?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8860211395167450873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8860211395167450873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8860211395167450873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8860211395167450873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/06/cats-final-chapter.html' title='CATS: The Final Chapter'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnmdf5EFDUI/AAAAAAAACGA/1LVz8MOu_Vk/s72-c/IMG_0791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-4977298747587148633</id><published>2007-06-06T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:49:26.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>Ok, I haven't written in a while and now I'll try to catch up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, over our break from CATS Ben, D-HUG, Camilla, and I went on an adventure to the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJn5EFCyI/AAAAAAAACB4/47hA8Q7OBZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJn5EFCyI/AAAAAAAACB4/47hA8Q7OBZ8/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073104454937807650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, better known as D-HUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJoJEFCzI/AAAAAAAACCA/1Lj_sLZ1-YU/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJoJEFCzI/AAAAAAAACCA/1Lj_sLZ1-YU/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073104459232774962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, our dutiful driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKSpEFC0I/AAAAAAAACCI/rds0UDn0v4w/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKSpEFC0I/AAAAAAAACCI/rds0UDn0v4w/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073105189377215298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in great light.  Good work Camilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKS5EFC1I/AAAAAAAACCQ/O61AzO4LFIw/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKS5EFC1I/AAAAAAAACCQ/O61AzO4LFIw/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073105193672182610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for some food and I had to get a Blue Raspberry Slushie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJnJEFCvI/AAAAAAAACBg/3AVZwJn66yc/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJnJEFCvI/AAAAAAAACBg/3AVZwJn66yc/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073104442052905714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Camilla had to climb something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJnZEFCwI/AAAAAAAACBo/FzU5O0KWS0s/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJnZEFCwI/AAAAAAAACBo/FzU5O0KWS0s/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073104446347873026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKTJEFC2I/AAAAAAAACCY/r7I3k66n6e4/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKTJEFC2I/AAAAAAAACCY/r7I3k66n6e4/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073105197967149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving across to the west coast we finally arrive at where we are sleeping.  This was the reaction from David and me.  Especially when.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJnpEFCxI/AAAAAAAACBw/AGRFHCOJaEU/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJnpEFCxI/AAAAAAAACBw/AGRFHCOJaEU/s400/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073104450642840338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla is kissing a dead goat head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKTZEFC3I/AAAAAAAACCg/GoE6it-J7WA/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKTZEFC3I/AAAAAAAACCg/GoE6it-J7WA/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073105202262117234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go build a bonfire on the beach but before the muddy trek we had to get prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejEZEFDGI/AAAAAAAACEQ/x5QdOKmGKVg/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejEZEFDGI/AAAAAAAACEQ/x5QdOKmGKVg/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077706400726322274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKTpEFC4I/AAAAAAAACCo/gUpW3rnt_W8/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdKTpEFC4I/AAAAAAAACCo/gUpW3rnt_W8/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073105206557084546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bonfire by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejEpEFDHI/AAAAAAAACEY/IjYXdfyt5-M/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejEpEFDHI/AAAAAAAACEY/IjYXdfyt5-M/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077706405021289586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegAJEFC7I/AAAAAAAACC4/c70o_89OA3s/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegAJEFC7I/AAAAAAAACC4/c70o_89OA3s/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703029176994738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegBpEFC9I/AAAAAAAACDI/xSgXDuRBPMo/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegBpEFC9I/AAAAAAAACDI/xSgXDuRBPMo/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703054946798546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I couldn't find my socks.  They had been stolen!  Funnily enough by this very bird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegBJEFC8I/AAAAAAAACDA/yaksTMTBWCM/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegBJEFC8I/AAAAAAAACDA/yaksTMTBWCM/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703046356863938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegCZEFC-I/AAAAAAAACDQ/QaWYnswuKuo/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegCZEFC-I/AAAAAAAACDQ/QaWYnswuKuo/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703067831700450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla driving a tractor.  So multi-talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegC5EFC_I/AAAAAAAACDY/Jk94GFOnVEI/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegC5EFC_I/AAAAAAAACDY/Jk94GFOnVEI/s400/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703076421635058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Flying Clothes.  Bizarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegypEFDAI/AAAAAAAACDg/eOaIHHTE44I/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnegypEFDAI/AAAAAAAACDg/eOaIHHTE44I/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703896760388610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnegz5EFDBI/AAAAAAAACDo/IRZxBlV3PYc/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rnegz5EFDBI/AAAAAAAACDo/IRZxBlV3PYc/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703918235225106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww the beach, just before Ben and Camilla decided to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rneg1JEFDDI/AAAAAAAACD4/bY2aOTTMhd8/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rneg1JEFDDI/AAAAAAAACD4/bY2aOTTMhd8/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703939710061618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rneg0ZEFDCI/AAAAAAAACDw/SEHmMb0G8tA/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rneg0ZEFDCI/AAAAAAAACDw/SEHmMb0G8tA/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703926825159714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just before David and I stole their clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rneg1pEFDEI/AAAAAAAACEA/CqY3UK0Q1Qk/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rneg1pEFDEI/AAAAAAAACEA/CqY3UK0Q1Qk/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077703948299996226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejFJEFDII/AAAAAAAACEg/dklYApbhZug/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejFJEFDII/AAAAAAAACEg/dklYApbhZug/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077706413611224194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so everyone decided it was a great idea to risk our lives and go hiking through a cave that has a river running through it.  It's suggested to have one flashlight for everyone hiking.  We had two for the four of us.  Half ain't bad right?  Well also I was already cold and didn't want to get colder.  They begged and pleaded until I finally decided that I might be able to do it in a wetsuit.&lt;br /&gt;Witness the wetsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejFpEFDJI/AAAAAAAACEo/Vm37nn0C0M0/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejFpEFDJI/AAAAAAAACEo/Vm37nn0C0M0/s400/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077706422201158802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me very unimpressed and unexcited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejDpEFDFI/AAAAAAAACEI/YPqWs1C9_Dk/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RnejDpEFDFI/AAAAAAAACEI/YPqWs1C9_Dk/s400/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077706387841420370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it started raining and we decided it was a bad idea.  Thank God!!  Back to Christchurch we went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-4977298747587148633?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/4977298747587148633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=4977298747587148633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4977298747587148633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/4977298747587148633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/06/whew-its-been-awhile.html' title='Whew It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RmdJn5EFCyI/AAAAAAAACB4/47hA8Q7OBZ8/s72-c/IMG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8508575641117380813</id><published>2007-05-02T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:03:34.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda's On Her Way!!!</title><content type='html'>I just talked to my mom and she's about to leave to make that fateful drive to Amarillo so that she can fly to see me.  I'll see her in just over 36 hours!   She also told me that this is the longest time she's been away from home as well as the furthest!! If nothing else, me coming to New Zealand is worth it all because Linda is getting her booty out of the Northern Hemisphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till you get here Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8508575641117380813?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8508575641117380813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8508575641117380813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8508575641117380813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8508575641117380813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/05/lindas-on-her-way.html' title='Linda&apos;s On Her Way!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-5352889356011112211</id><published>2007-04-25T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:58:41.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voices and The Bodies</title><content type='html'>As I said earlier, and as hard as it is to imagine, Camilla and I are not actually singing our acrobatically filled routine.  Here's a picture of Camilla and me with our voices, Naomi, who plays Grizabella, and Michael, who plays Old Deuteronomy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ri_O3PnXMdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ylJoyRUHR3M/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ri_O3PnXMdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ylJoyRUHR3M/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057488355040113106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-5352889356011112211?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/5352889356011112211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=5352889356011112211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5352889356011112211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5352889356011112211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/04/voices-and-bodies.html' title='The Voices and The Bodies'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Ri_O3PnXMdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ylJoyRUHR3M/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-132532813860605076</id><published>2007-04-16T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T05:43:54.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reviews Are In!</title><content type='html'>On Monday, Christchurch's very newspaper, The Press, review our little show and here's what they had to say about yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I loved the onstage and interval antics of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteaser, attempting intricate acrobatics but not missing a word of their song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!!! Read it again!  Not missing a word of our song!  If he only knew we were lip synching!!!  How could we miss a word?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to read more of the review it can be read here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/4027252a13335.html"&gt; This Cats Has Class&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-132532813860605076?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/132532813860605076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=132532813860605076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/132532813860605076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/132532813860605076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/04/reviews-are-in.html' title='The Reviews Are In!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-681349739543043133</id><published>2007-04-13T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:02:18.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OPENING NIGHT PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>WOO HOO!!! Premiere After Party Pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGKKT7vEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/N2CsqdZUoQI/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGKKT7vEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/N2CsqdZUoQI/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115922290293826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David H (AKA D-HUG), David C, Camilla, and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGKaT7vFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bwsFMCC4HEU/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGKaT7vFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bwsFMCC4HEU/s400/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115926585261138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Therron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGK6T7vGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hA0txM9qU38/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGK6T7vGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hA0txM9qU38/s400/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115935175195746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo, Ira, and Ben S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGLaT7vII/AAAAAAAAAK8/Kc6ChMU7AqY/s1600-h/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGLaT7vII/AAAAAAAAAK8/Kc6ChMU7AqY/s400/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115943765130370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, had to have a picture with Leo's leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD-qT7u_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JbphHAxAqQ8/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD-qT7u_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JbphHAxAqQ8/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113525698542578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, David C., Me, and D-HUG in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_KT7vAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_7JDguzh_Ow/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_KT7vAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_7JDguzh_Ow/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113534288477186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_aT7vBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JiIZftUeu5w/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_aT7vBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JiIZftUeu5w/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113538583444498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia, Laura, and Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_qT7vCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IefHTe2iwXw/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_qT7vCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IefHTe2iwXw/s400/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113542878411810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie, The Make-Up Designer, and Rebecca.  When Marie wears her glasses she looks just like Tina Turner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_6T7vDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EwjwxLpeicc/s1600-h/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBD_6T7vDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EwjwxLpeicc/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113547173379122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-lzaT7u6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bJOP6zEfnf0/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-lzaT7u6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bJOP6zEfnf0/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052939609587825570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-lzqT7u7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/SUPP506vKqk/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-lzqT7u7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/SUPP506vKqk/s400/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052939613882792882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-lz6T7u8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/gjWFMQrNUL8/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-lz6T7u8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/gjWFMQrNUL8/s400/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052939618177760194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me displaying my impeccable self-pic skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-l0KT7u9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/X4tNezOKd8E/s1600-h/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-l0KT7u9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/X4tNezOKd8E/s400/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052939622472727506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Row: Rebecca, Corli, Heather, Leigh (The Choreographer), Anna Kate&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Row: Nicole and Charlie&lt;br /&gt;Sprawling: Naomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-l0qT7u-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/IMu9nOvunkM/s1600-h/IMG_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-l0qT7u-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/IMu9nOvunkM/s400/IMG_1753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052939631062662114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corli and Therron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kAaT7u1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EL_HvdXmLoc/s1600-h/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kAaT7u1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EL_HvdXmLoc/s400/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052937633902869330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krysta and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kAqT7u2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/9VianJHeJOU/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kAqT7u2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/9VianJHeJOU/s400/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052937638197836642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Michael, Camilla, and Candice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kA6T7u3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HESVORWD9nU/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kA6T7u3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HESVORWD9nU/s400/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052937642492803954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, Me, and Anna Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kBKT7u4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DnFrldj9SdM/s1600-h/IMG_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kBKT7u4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DnFrldj9SdM/s400/IMG_1752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052937646787771266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicola, Jenna, and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kBKT7u5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UjVUSGde0bk/s1600-h/IMG_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-kBKT7u5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UjVUSGde0bk/s400/IMG_1754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052937646787771282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos, Leigh, and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jBaT7uwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fiadw7XTkrI/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jBaT7uwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fiadw7XTkrI/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052936551571110658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Therron, and Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jBqT7uxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eXzlCFKJ2JQ/s1600-h/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jBqT7uxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eXzlCFKJ2JQ/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052936555866077970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Marie and Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jBqT7uyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fz-ThkNKKIo/s1600-h/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jBqT7uyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fz-ThkNKKIo/s400/IMG_1759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052936555866077986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi and Camilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jB6T7uzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ESDeWc5_LiE/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jB6T7uzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ESDeWc5_LiE/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052936560161045298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigitte and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jCKT7u0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wHjWmjBVhM0/s1600-h/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-jCKT7u0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wHjWmjBVhM0/s400/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052936564456012610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hv6T7urI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nXmB1WSaaj4/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hv6T7urI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nXmB1WSaaj4/s400/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052935151411772082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen and Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hv6T7usI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jzC0TcYnh10/s1600-h/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hv6T7usI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jzC0TcYnh10/s400/IMG_1765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052935151411772098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 year old Jos, 16 year old Emma, and 17 year old Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hwKT7utI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QI10p783Z70/s1600-h/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hwKT7utI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QI10p783Z70/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052935155706739410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna and David C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hwaT7uuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/27RWgNh5Kyw/s1600-h/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hwaT7uuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/27RWgNh5Kyw/s400/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052935160001706722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia and Charlie Dancing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hwqT7uvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/z0GQaoKBm38/s1600-h/IMG_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-hwqT7uvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/z0GQaoKBm38/s400/IMG_1772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052935164296674034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla and Leigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-glqT7umI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uNulXNg0Ex0/s1600-h/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-glqT7umI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uNulXNg0Ex0/s400/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052933875806485090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gmaT7unI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DFWo59pMupU/s1600-h/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gmaT7unI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DFWo59pMupU/s400/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052933888691386994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gm6T7uoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0TqlykRzBs/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gm6T7uoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0TqlykRzBs/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052933897281321602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therron and Corli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gnaT7upI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8Tp9q4uCNo/s1600-h/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gnaT7upI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8Tp9q4uCNo/s400/IMG_1774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052933905871256210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gnqT7uqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9bx_88YcJA8/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-gnqT7uqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9bx_88YcJA8/s400/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052933910166223522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Camilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fNaT7uhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gd8JMLfh2L8/s1600-h/IMG_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fNaT7uhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gd8JMLfh2L8/s400/IMG_1773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052932359683029522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-HUG and Candice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fNqT7uiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fKrJAJf_cnw/s1600-h/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fNqT7uiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fKrJAJf_cnw/s400/IMG_1775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052932363977996834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla and Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fN6T7ujI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HHyHSt_WYdE/s1600-h/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fN6T7ujI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HHyHSt_WYdE/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052932368272964146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo and Krysta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fN6T7ukI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N20VYb5qw5c/s1600-h/IMG_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fN6T7ukI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N20VYb5qw5c/s400/IMG_1781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052932368272964162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fOKT7ulI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LhJheTY-XvM/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-fOKT7ulI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LhJheTY-XvM/s400/IMG_1782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052932372567931474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma with a big girl drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-ePqT7ueI/AAAAAAAAAFs/stHKBbAaEug/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-ePqT7ueI/AAAAAAAAAFs/stHKBbAaEug/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052931298826107362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-eP6T7ufI/AAAAAAAAAF0/etEX8bFNEPM/s1600-h/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-eP6T7ufI/AAAAAAAAAF0/etEX8bFNEPM/s400/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052931303121074674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-eQaT7ugI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z7cWjyKtymg/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-eQaT7ugI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z7cWjyKtymg/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052931311711009282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Leo after Leo asking if I had been drinking.  I reply, "No Leo, I have not drank since January and I'm not drinking till May 5th because I don't want to be hung over for a show."  He then drunkenly grabs my camera to take this pic and drops my camera.  Look at the fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-ciqT7ucI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6SMNjiUHHF0/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-ciqT7ucI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6SMNjiUHHF0/s400/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052929426220366274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzz again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-ciqT7udI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e0ZySlKIBJA/s1600-h/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh-ciqT7udI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e0ZySlKIBJA/s400/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052929426220366290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my camera died, BOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-681349739543043133?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/681349739543043133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=681349739543043133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/681349739543043133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/681349739543043133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/04/opening-night-party.html' title='OPENING NIGHT PARTY!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RiBGKKT7vEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/N2CsqdZUoQI/s72-c/IMG_1727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-7470953188074559938</id><published>2007-04-12T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:37:47.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OPENING NIGHT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me, knows I'm not very calm but here's how I looked when I woke up and realized tonight was opening night.  I think my nervousness has been brought to a new level.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh7P56T7uWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ze6ByovvDHY/s1600-h/Photo+96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh7P56T7uWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ze6ByovvDHY/s400/Photo+96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052704425768630626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh7P7KT7uXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uTFcLPeGitQ/s1600-h/Photo+95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh7P7KT7uXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uTFcLPeGitQ/s400/Photo+95.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052704447243467122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh7P8qT7uYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7GL9jWecrCE/s1600-h/Photo+94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh7P8qT7uYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7GL9jWecrCE/s400/Photo+94.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052704473013270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kitty is a bit skittish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-7470953188074559938?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/7470953188074559938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=7470953188074559938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7470953188074559938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/7470953188074559938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-opening-night.html' title='IT&apos;S OPENING NIGHT!!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/Rh7P56T7uWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ze6ByovvDHY/s72-c/Photo+96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-5828933851537501658</id><published>2007-04-05T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T05:40:07.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats, Come One Come All.  Come to the Jellicle Photo Call</title><content type='html'>Last night we finally made it to the theatre for the photo call so the programs could be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Camilla and I after we put on our make-up, OURSELVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNyUb84I/AAAAAAAAADU/-xf1s71-2-I/s1600-h/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNyUb84I/AAAAAAAAADU/-xf1s71-2-I/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049906510127952770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And us with all of our costumes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNSUb81I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cuS_lRxtO9E/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNSUb81I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cuS_lRxtO9E/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049906501538018130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a close up of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTdPyUb8vI/AAAAAAAAACM/hf0P4jLwgxA/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTdPyUb8vI/AAAAAAAAACM/hf0P4jLwgxA/s400/IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049904345464435442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of the side of my skirt where my booty just sticks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaSUb86I/AAAAAAAAADk/NCWu23RnLds/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaSUb86I/AAAAAAAAADk/NCWu23RnLds/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907824387945378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicola as Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaCUb85I/AAAAAAAAADc/IKXJ4JfhHk4/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaCUb85I/AAAAAAAAADc/IKXJ4JfhHk4/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907820092978066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandice as Victoria The White, Pure Kitten (If They Only Knew Better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgayUb89I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sI8rYGeRJWw/s1600-h/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgayUb89I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sI8rYGeRJWw/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907832977880018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo as The Magical Mr. Mistoflees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNCUb80I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dRaqAM79-ro/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNCUb80I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dRaqAM79-ro/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049906497243050818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David C. as Tumblebrutus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNiUb82I/AAAAAAAAADE/ytp5fofE9xg/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNiUb82I/AAAAAAAAADE/ytp5fofE9xg/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049906505832985442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Amy are Ensemble Cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNyUb83I/AAAAAAAAADM/f7eZrWOLbeY/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNyUb83I/AAAAAAAAADM/f7eZrWOLbeY/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049906510127952754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As are D-HUG and Georgia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqiUb8-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Hm0W_SMbhAw/s1600-h/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqiUb8-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Hm0W_SMbhAw/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049910302584075234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dan and Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqiUb8_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Whu79sJsIQw/s1600-h/IMG_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqiUb8_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Whu79sJsIQw/s400/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049910302584075250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicola and Jeremy. They're brother and sister. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqyUb9BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fb3-fsLX08U/s1600-h/IMG_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqyUb9BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fb3-fsLX08U/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049910306879042578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krysta, Cameron (Munkustrap), Jenna, Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTirCUb9CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6pD-Y6n8RXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTirCUb9CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6pD-Y6n8RXQ/s400/IMG_1688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049910311174009890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi as that Dirty Grizabella The Glamour Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaSUb87I/AAAAAAAAADs/jJFxwuYa7VM/s1600-h/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaSUb87I/AAAAAAAAADs/jJFxwuYa7VM/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907824387945394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael as The Rum Tum Tugger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaiUb88I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rk55BBfYCiU/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTgaiUb88I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rk55BBfYCiU/s400/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907828682912706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, here is a little photo of what the scene Growltiger, with Griddlebone, will look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqyUb9AI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uTt4H33mAsw/s1600-h/IMG_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTiqyUb9AI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uTt4H33mAsw/s400/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049910306879042562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week till opening night!  I'm getting nervous!  Hold me! Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-5828933851537501658?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/5828933851537501658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=5828933851537501658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5828933851537501658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/5828933851537501658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/04/cats-come-one-come-all-come-to-jellicle.html' title='Cats, Come One Come All.  Come to the Jellicle Photo Call'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RhTfNyUb84I/AAAAAAAAADU/-xf1s71-2-I/s72-c/IMG_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-1919516201041856246</id><published>2007-03-23T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:09:59.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda Goes Down Under</title><content type='html'>So, my dear mother has decided that she will finally take the plunge, get a passport and come see me in NZ.  I think Cats was a major incentive, and why not?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is bringing along her fellow Ladies of the South Park Salon Dee and Natalie.  I hope they know that Will is their tour guide and as a result they have the following to look forward to as a part of their Will designed, personalized tour of the bottom of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course their vacation will begin with an incredibly long flight that brings them to the thriving metropolis of Christchurch.  While here their main attractions will be CATS starring me!  Here's a little preview photo of what Camilla, my acrobatic partner, and I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOEFnfLLtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FLT3q8CvC50/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOEFnfLLtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FLT3q8CvC50/s400/DSC01936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045021239619038930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am laying on the ground with my legs up in the air with Camilla propped up by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the greatest theatre experience of their lives, we hop on another plane and head straight for Sydney.  This could or could not be the Opera House as we see it when we arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOEhHfLLuI/AAAAAAAAABY/n5TfWleHgbQ/s1600-h/oper1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOEhHfLLuI/AAAAAAAAABY/n5TfWleHgbQ/s400/oper1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045021712065441506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for the most picturesque experience possible.  Nothing but the best for the girls on Will Guided Tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sydney we make our way to Cairns to see the world's one and only Great Barrier Reef.  Here we'll scuba dive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJT3fLLvI/AAAAAAAAABg/LwZzuwdcN50/s1600-h/snorkel001_lge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJT3fLLvI/AAAAAAAAABg/LwZzuwdcN50/s400/snorkel001_lge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045026981990313714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOKvHfLLzI/AAAAAAAAACA/Gqmt4EGHkc8/s1600-h/surfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOKvHfLLzI/AAAAAAAAACA/Gqmt4EGHkc8/s400/surfing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045028549653376818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we'll bid adieu to Oz and make our way back to New Zealand.  After picking up a car in Auckland we'll make our way to Rotorua where we'll do the extreme sport invented in New Zealand, ZORBING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJ_nfLLxI/AAAAAAAAABw/fgLy9NdYgug/s1600-h/Zorb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJ_nfLLxI/AAAAAAAAABw/fgLy9NdYgug/s400/Zorb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045027733609590546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJ_nfLLyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rQNaSOMAJi4/s1600-h/110867008_ccecce3e9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJ_nfLLyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rQNaSOMAJi4/s400/110867008_ccecce3e9e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045027733609590562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just see Linda in that big hamster ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the North Island we'll go to the south and visit Queenstown where Mom can go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJh3fLLwI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ple9jY81nDM/s1600-h/bungee-jumping-guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOJh3fLLwI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ple9jY81nDM/s400/bungee-jumping-guy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045027222508482306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUNGY JUMPING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the 60 year old woman is up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Let's hope their guide can keep up with these wild women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-1919516201041856246?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/1919516201041856246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=1919516201041856246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1919516201041856246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/1919516201041856246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/03/linda-goes-down-under.html' title='Linda Goes Down Under'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgOEFnfLLtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FLT3q8CvC50/s72-c/DSC01936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-3748239106689380220</id><published>2007-03-21T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:15:00.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le premier anniversaire de Jolie, notre petite fleur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgETlHfLLsI/AAAAAAAAABI/QmWFFeLTutY/s1600-h/100_1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgETlHfLLsI/AAAAAAAAABI/QmWFFeLTutY/s400/100_1240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044334586017558210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day one year ago, little Jolie was born!  Sorry I couldn't be there to help you celebrate Jolie but I love you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-3748239106689380220?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/3748239106689380220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=3748239106689380220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3748239106689380220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3748239106689380220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/03/le-premier-anniversaire-de-jolie-notre.html' title='Le premier anniversaire de Jolie, notre petite fleur'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgETlHfLLsI/AAAAAAAAABI/QmWFFeLTutY/s72-c/100_1240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-3739640960442048380</id><published>2007-03-21T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:03:35.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Here's a few looks as to how Mungojerrie could possibly look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQq3fLLoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/O3MO0Tn8TaY/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQq3fLLoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/O3MO0Tn8TaY/s400/DSC01958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044331386266922626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQrXfLLpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VHEoRbT2Oss/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQrXfLLpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VHEoRbT2Oss/s400/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044331394856857234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQrnfLLqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j4rDuutISUo/s1600-h/DSC01960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQrnfLLqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j4rDuutISUo/s400/DSC01960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044331399151824546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQsHfLLrI/AAAAAAAAABA/TPfAJd06jDU/s1600-h/DSC01961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQsHfLLrI/AAAAAAAAABA/TPfAJd06jDU/s400/DSC01961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044331407741759154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-3739640960442048380?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/3739640960442048380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=3739640960442048380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3739640960442048380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/3739640960442048380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RgEQq3fLLoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/O3MO0Tn8TaY/s72-c/DSC01958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8510342090281988747</id><published>2007-02-23T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:26:07.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A National Tragedy</title><content type='html'>I know that most of you are probably sick of hearing about it, but I'm in New Zealand and don't have a TV and just can't get enough.  I think it's really funny that Britney Spears is going crazy.  Makes me feel like she's a little more like us, similar to that section in US Weekly.  Celebrities are just like us....They suddenly shave off their hair in moments of indecision.  They check into rehab for a day.  They beat in people's cars with umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPoEG01dsyo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPoEG01dsyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh remember the days when all she had to do was make a Pepsi commercial to make it on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkELRp4wKPs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkELRp4wKPs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EEZLYKN8Fo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EEZLYKN8Fo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8510342090281988747?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8510342090281988747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8510342090281988747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8510342090281988747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8510342090281988747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/02/national-tragedy_24.html' title='A National Tragedy'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-8421162988499388151</id><published>2007-02-09T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:12:23.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm so sorry I've been flaky and haven't been updating this blog to many of your likings, but that's just the way you roll when you've been dealing with Jessica Simpson's for 12 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in Blonde Ambition summation,  I finally got to meet Rachel Leigh Cook, my high school guiding light.  Fantastically enough, she was the best person in the cast.  Very few weird quirks and not demanding in the least.  You all should love her just because in one scene she looks like a Power Ranger.  God Bless Her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during the movie, some of the set decoration people wanted to put me in a scene in the background on my tissu.  I was exhausted and quickly put together this cruddy video in hopes to start my movie career.  They decided not to use me.  Oh well, that's showbiz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video.  I had set it up in the warehouse where they were filming.  (In case you were wondering about the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19ibAfvMsIQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19ibAfvMsIQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my time in Shreveport has ended, and just about time.  I think I was turning into a fried shrimp myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to New Zealand on Jan. 12 to start rehearsals for CATS.  It's been great and I can't wait to actually see how it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are previews of the costumes that Camilla and I will be wearing.  Obviously I'm Mungojerrie and Camilla is Rumpelteazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RczjuYdFp4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/byau20UgzGc/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RczjuYdFp4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/byau20UgzGc/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029645269843945346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RczjuYdFp5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ-7haEe4YY/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RczjuYdFp5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zJ-7haEe4YY/s400/IMG_1573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029645269843945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  That was quick and I left out so many details but hopefully now I won't feel overwhelmed about back tracking and will actually keep things up-to-date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-8421162988499388151?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/8421162988499388151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=8421162988499388151&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8421162988499388151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/8421162988499388151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2007/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mJOndil2W3k/RczjuYdFp4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/byau20UgzGc/s72-c/IMG_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-116620477191483283</id><published>2006-12-15T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:47:20.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Time For Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>I want a FAO Schwartz soldier.  Good thing David is one and on the cover of Wall Street Journal with CEO Ed Schmultz!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2019/1997/1600/253052/MK-AH641A_FAO_20061214222838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2019/1997/400/404537/MK-AH641A_FAO_20061214222838.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-116620477191483283?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/116620477191483283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=116620477191483283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116620477191483283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116620477191483283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-in-time-for-christmas.html' title='Just In Time For Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-116606436905171687</id><published>2006-12-13T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:49:21.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S ALL THAT AND NOTHING TO ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2019/1997/1600/729444/6305426678.01.LZZZZZZZ.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2019/1997/320/599510/6305426678.01.LZZZZZZZ.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I was assigned to purchase and wrap a bottle of wine and then deliver it to our star Rachel Leigh Cook.  Now I remember little Rachel changing my life and that of all other high schoolers with her influential role as Laney Boggs in "She's All That" where she taught all of us that our lack of popularity resides only in our glasses, kind of like Superman's desguise is solely his spectacles.  I'm not sure what that meant for me since I didn't wear glasses and now that I have some people say I look cuter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, back to my story.  I was on a mission to make her proud with my pickings and decoratings.  I ran all over Shreveport driving Chris's monster of a Durango in the rain to reign victorious all while dodging bums and unnecessarily place medians.  I went to Party City, to Super Target, and finally to World Market where I found what I wanted.  Unfortunately to attach the card I needed a whole punch.  I snuck into Office Max to merely sample the workings of their whole punches.  Then I headed to her apartment  just to get lost in this city that I have never driven in.  Fun right?  I call my trusty Assistant Prod. Coordinator and friend, Chris, to direct me and finally end up at the star's apartment a mere two hours later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I arrive with my only saving grace being that I am going meet my high school guiding light.  I walk up to the door and knock.  No one answers.  I knock louder.  Still no answer. I walk away dejected and call back to the office to tell them I'm coming back and where I'd left the bottle.  Through the phone I hear them say the apt of where I was supposed to leave the bottle.  It was a different number!!!  I interrupt and confirm that the number written down for me was wrong.  It is indeed wrong.  I hurry back, hoping the bottle hasn't been picked up.  I grab it and run to the right place and knock loudly knowing that the encounter has finally come.  No answer.  All in vain.  I drove through the rain in a foreign vehicle looking for the perfect embellishments for THE Rachel Leigh Cook and I don't even get to meet her.  Worthless, it's all worthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-116606436905171687?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/116606436905171687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=116606436905171687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116606436905171687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116606436905171687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/12/shes-all-that-and-nothing-to-me.html' title='SHE&apos;S ALL THAT AND NOTHING TO ME'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-116356626442436069</id><published>2006-11-14T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:51:04.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>So today in my crazy life, I met JOE SIMPSON.  Dear little Jessica Simpson's dad.  We've officially made it a public affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/jessjoeash5os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/jessjoeash5os.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he refused to shake my hand, I'll blame the preacher's uncouthness on my blue hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, note to Joe, instead of insisting that Ashlee get a nose job you might want to take care of the tire around your waist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-116356626442436069?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/116356626442436069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=116356626442436069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116356626442436069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116356626442436069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-day-in-life.html' title='Just A Day In The Life'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-116347461679850659</id><published>2006-11-13T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:30:33.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Agree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage Celebrity Look-alikes" alt="MyHeritage Celebrity Look-alikes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/G/storage/site1/files/41/63/29/416329_49672744439554ij0hmj07.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-116347461679850659?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/116347461679850659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=116347461679850659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116347461679850659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116347461679850659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-agree.html' title='Do You Agree?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-116224513262698702</id><published>2006-10-30T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:35:09.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats: Revisited!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to do a posting letting everyone know that Camilla and I did make it into Cats.  We're Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, two acrobatic thief cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the transformation from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1318.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1318.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/08.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/08.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_gray.swf" quality="high" width="322" height="54" name="odeo_player_gray" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audio_id=2275669&amp;audio_duration=243.331&amp;valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://media.odeo.com/3/1/7/Drew_Varley_and_Jo_Gibb_-_Mungojerrie_and_Rumpleteazer.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; padding-left: 110px; color: #f39; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://odeo.com/audio/2275669/view"&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-116224513262698702?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/116224513262698702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=116224513262698702&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116224513262698702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116224513262698702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/10/cats-revisited.html' title='Cats: Revisited!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-116203790420526917</id><published>2006-10-28T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T07:18:24.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Only The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/bounce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/400/bounce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one week left of school for the year.  I can't believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-116203790420526917?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/116203790420526917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=116203790420526917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116203790420526917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116203790420526917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-only-beginning.html' title='This Is Only The Beginning'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-116077082446474244</id><published>2006-10-13T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:20:24.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Show Hysteria</title><content type='html'>I just thought I would let everyone know that I am performing my street show today.  Let's hope I actually make some money.  Should be fun and I'll be sure to post pics later.  (Really, this is just a blatant plea for positive thoughts to come my way because I'm pretty nervous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and be sure to support your local street beggar/performer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-116077082446474244?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/116077082446474244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=116077082446474244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116077082446474244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/116077082446474244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/10/street-show-hysteria.html' title='Street Show Hysteria'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115991932853491333</id><published>2006-10-03T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:48:48.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boy Blue</title><content type='html'>So as luck would have it, for my street show a blue mohawk is required.  Here's a little foray into the ten hour, two day process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a hair styling academy and because I had such great hair (more because I wanted so much done) they used my head for two assessments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first assessment was to lighten and color my hair with some Redken product.  The result was a strawberry blonde.  I have to say that this is the most I've ever resembled my mother.  Too bad the pictures don't really do it justice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1252.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1254.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, the lightening I went to get my hair bleached.  It took two VERY LONG cycles to lighten it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cycle brought me to a Draco Malfoy look-a-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1257.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the hair blow-dry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1259.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me into a character from Dragon BallZ (or so all the stylists from the academy said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a toner was added and I became a fake blonde that I think on anyone else would have looked natural.  Here I am with Chinny, the girl who took me through the very long process.  Because I was there ALL day, the didn't charge me a thing, which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I went to a friend's house to dye it all blue.  Here are some more pics of the extreme blondeness of it all before the dye job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1262.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1264.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1265.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1266.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time for the blue dye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1268.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you impressionable youth, close your eyes because I need to wash out that dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1271.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the blue, pre mohawk.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the end product!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1276.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1277.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115991932853491333?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115991932853491333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115991932853491333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115991932853491333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115991932853491333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-boy-blue.html' title='Bad Boy Blue'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115810024680105448</id><published>2006-09-12T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:30:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats: The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/200px-Catsalbumcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/200px-Catsalbumcover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So New Zealand has decided to catch up with 1983 and do their own rendition of the Andrew Lloyd Webber favorite Cats!  They had an audition information last night and a few people from school decided to go.  Turns out they would like to have a few acrobats and aerialists in the show and look who's going to audition!  I haven't auditioned yet but just thought all of you should know.  Though I wouldn't be a main cat, I have ambitions to be Mr. Mistoffelees with his conjuring turn of 25 pirouettes on one foot.  I think I've got what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Rum Tum Tugger and Magical Mr. Mistofelees.  I see the similarities don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/video39.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/video39.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115810024680105448?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115810024680105448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115810024680105448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115810024680105448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115810024680105448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/09/cats-musical.html' title='Cats: The Musical'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115776136282421432</id><published>2006-09-08T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:24:58.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ vs. TX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/fannypacks_maps.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/200/fannypacks_maps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I've finally been here long enough to start talking about the differences between New Zealand and Texas in detail.  While some differences are more important than others, I believe the issue of the Fanny Pack to be the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that in Kiwi slang a fanny is not a rump shaker like in the States.  It is, in fact, what we would find on the front of a female!  The imagery that comes to mind with that kind of "fanny" pack is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiwi translation of a fanny pack is a Bum Bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pack your bum bags and let's go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115776136282421432?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115776136282421432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115776136282421432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115776136282421432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115776136282421432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/09/nz-vs-tx.html' title='NZ vs. TX'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-115474977041171355</id><published>2006-08-04T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:33:39.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleanos!</title><content type='html'>On July 7th, We had a birthday extravaganza at my house for Camilla and my birthdays.  Camilla turned 29 on July 4th and I became the ripe old age of 24 on the 5th.  Here's how our Spanish themed party went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the decorations, complete with pinata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colette, my flatmate, and I are ready to party.  I think I dressed the part, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, me, and the finishing touch, my cigar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colette and Rachel are bringing out the magnificient cakes they made in honor of our births!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the New Zealand Silver Fern Leaf Cake, compliments to Colette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rachel's oh so fun Octopus Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Salsa dancing begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the Caipirinhas!!  To keep with the theme we decided on this traditional Brazilian drink. To make them first you have to cut up limes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then clean the bucket the drinks will be served from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour in the raw sugar and Cachaca, Brazilian sugar cane rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mix it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste to ensure happy guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1043.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1043.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1047.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1047.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise, Mullet Man, and Lozz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1046.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1046.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1048.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some Pinata beating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1049.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swings, HOMERUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1052.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice Colette's moustache.  She was dressed as her alter ego, Fernando.  Too bad there aren't any pics of the transformation.  Along with post Fernando appear Camilla, Shelley, Diana, and Kristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1063.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1063.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday (in Spanish of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1076.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then blowing out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1077.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1077.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a little mishap, also known as the Ecuadorian tradition of biting the cake.  Thanks Colette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1081.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third personality shows up.  Her name is Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the heals to hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_1118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_1118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a great night.  I was told it was the best party of the year.  I hope you enjoyed it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115474977041171355?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115474977041171355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115474977041171355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115474977041171355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115474977041171355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/08/feliz-cumpleanos.html' title='Feliz Cumpleanos!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115473472126636651</id><published>2006-08-04T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:38:41.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At A School Near You</title><content type='html'>For our second assessment we had to devise a children's show with a partner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner was Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our piece was the continuation of The Frog Prince.  Basically, the Princess couldn't get used to the Frog Prince's froggy habits.  As a result, the Frog Prince ran away in search of someone to turn him back into a frog because he thought he was happier as a frog.  After a few trials and tribulations, the Frog Prince realized he had experienced true love with the Princess and he returned her.  Their greeting kiss had the power to turn both of them into frogs where they lived happily ever after.  We even had a choreographed froggy dance at the end to symbolize our eternal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point Shelley is Snow White's Evil Witch.  This is her juggling her poisonous apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0922.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us in costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0957.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla lounging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Kristina and Bones' show, Kristina was a scientist named Harriet Jamesonshameson.   As all scientests do, Camilla is giving Kristina her electroshock therapy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0941.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0940.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Kristina in her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0944.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bones as her trusty robot that she invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0950.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Lou owned a Circus Shop in her Children's Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby and Rowan were in a galactic battle of Good against Evil for control of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rowan about to go onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0948.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and Sam.  They did a mime clown act with the two of them fighting over a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0958.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George is a nerd, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115473472126636651?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115473472126636651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115473472126636651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115473472126636651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115473472126636651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-school-near-you.html' title='At A School Near You'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115473041137701768</id><published>2006-08-04T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:26:51.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>I really wanted it to snow on my birthday but instead I got it in June.  A little early birthday present is how I like to think of it.  Anyway, it is also my luck that this is the coldest winter on record in New Zealand.  Good thing their winters aren't really that cold, but bad thing for me they don't have central heating or insulation.  Needless to say it was still really cold even if it wasn't as cold as it gets in Dalhart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0916.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115473041137701768?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115473041137701768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115473041137701768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115473041137701768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115473041137701768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115460749172519983</id><published>2006-08-03T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:18:11.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Things Happen at Circus School</title><content type='html'>A head in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0960.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scares Tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0961.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does George do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0962.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses it naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0963.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just think, this is some of the strange stuff that was actually documented on film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115460749172519983?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115460749172519983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115460749172519983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115460749172519983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115460749172519983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/08/strange-things-happen-at-circus-school.html' title='Strange Things Happen at Circus School'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20051753.post-115432045999101315</id><published>2006-07-30T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:34:20.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTiNZ: Episode V: The Wunderbar</title><content type='html'>For Chris's last night in CHCH we ventured to Lyttleton, just outside of CHCH, to go to the infamous Wunderbar.  The pictures will tell you of the bar's infamy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is downtown Lyttleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0888.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random discarded hot dog.  You wouldn't believe the hilarity that ensued because of this hot dog and my picture wasn't the only one taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0890.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0891.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, the hairstylist, would be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby doll heads, what a great choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0894.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, licking it seems like a natural thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0895.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Chris, John, ?, and Me.  A homebaked cookie for anyone who can tell me who that blonde guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0896.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I can say enough about the benefits of baby doll heads in one's decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla is really feeling this art piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0898.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla, Shame on YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0900.jpg" border="0" alt /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was up in the bathroom. Just a little more of that infamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0904.jpg" border="0" alt /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla, Idris, and Bones on their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0907.jpg" border="0" alt /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Kristina. Chris, these are my friends.  Please don't scare them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0908.jpg" border="0" alt /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends Chris's trip.  Thanks so much Chris for coming to visit.  It really meant quite a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115432045999101315?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115432045999101315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115432045999101315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115432045999101315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115432045999101315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/07/altinz-episode-v-wunderbar.html' title='ALTiNZ: Episode V: The Wunderbar'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115407672202351339</id><published>2006-07-28T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:44:53.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTiNZ: Episode IV The Road Home</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0829.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we look ready to take on New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0832.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0835.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0835.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're seals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0833.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0833.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0834.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0834.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0836.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0836.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, let's just try and look excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0837.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0837.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0839.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0839.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the one-way bridges?  Well, this is Chris freaking out about the One-Way Bridge from Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0841.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0841.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0842.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0842.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0843.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0843.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a mirror to see around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0840.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0840.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0844.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0844.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we stopped off at New Zealand's longest suspension bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0850.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0850.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris shaking in his boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0845.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0845.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0846.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0846.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0851.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0851.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I had to squeeze over the edge to get by this papoose laiden couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0852.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0852.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0855.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0855.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0856.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0856.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0863.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0863.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0864.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0864.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Chris found those on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0869.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0869.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 821Kms later we're back in Christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0870.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0870.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115407672202351339?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115407672202351339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115407672202351339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115407672202351339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115407672202351339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/07/altinz-episode-iv-road-home.html' title='ALTiNZ: Episode IV The Road Home'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115234837848274310</id><published>2006-07-07T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:15:55.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTiNZ: Episode III The Road Trip</title><content type='html'>So we decided to rent a car and drive to the west coast of New Zealand.  This is Chris wondering if signing his life over for an out-of-date Mazda was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chris's little note that he wrote to Warren, the gentleman who rented the car to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0728.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a genuine look of fear on Chris's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0730.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A not-so-genuine look of fear on Chris's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0732.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westward Ho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me scared of Chris's driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0734.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0734.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me scared of gas prices.  $35 bucks for HALF of a tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0735.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0735.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quintessential New Zealand sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0736.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0736.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quintessential New Zealand ONE-LANE bridge.  Oh yes, they do have one lane bridges in New Zealand.  In fact, I would say that most of the bridges here are one-lane.  Doesn't it make you feel so safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0738.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0738.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0739.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0739.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crying so hard from laughing Chris and his "No Guard Rail" Phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0741.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand might be a small country but the terrain changes so quickly.  It's flat in the east and as you go west it starts to roll as seen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0746.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you come across this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0744.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's rainforest.   Random prettiness, absolutely nuts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0752.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0755.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Chris, are you ready for the beach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0758.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's first dip in the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0761.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0766.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0767.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0770.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, we headed to Greymouth to fill our bellies with some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0779.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC as it was chosen by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0781.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the Road again and what a road it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0785.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0786.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0787.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0787.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0790.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0790.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0791.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0791.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0792.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Out, Watch Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0793.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0793.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0795.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0795.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt as if we were in Jurassic Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0797.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0797.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the Raptor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0798.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0798.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0800.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0800.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always act the fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0803.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0803.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh La La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0804.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0804.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0805.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0805.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris running to Punakaiki or "The Pancake Rocks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0806.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0806.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bucket Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0808.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0808.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0810.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0815.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0815.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0816.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0816.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to put this pic in because I have the most awkward, ridiculous look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0817.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0817.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0820.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0820.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0822.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0822.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know the closet has seating space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0824.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0824.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Joke!  I seriously was sitting this close to the TV with the remote in hand and didn't find it odd at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0825.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0825.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Peepers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0826.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0826.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0827.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0827.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Good Night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115234837848274310?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115234837848274310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115234837848274310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115234837848274310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115234837848274310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/07/altinz-episode-iii-road-trip.html' title='ALTiNZ: Episode III The Road Trip'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115112029594165087</id><published>2006-06-23T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:38:16.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTiNZ: Episode II Day ONE</title><content type='html'>Ok here we go back to day one with a little romp around CHCH to sight see and obtain a very long awaited package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disclaimer: Chris is the most random photographer ever.  So if some of these don't make sense they probably weren't intended to but you can ask me for any clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off here's a lovely picture of me stuffing my face with a salmon pizza.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0702.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Sorry, I was scared for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, is this really that funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scary neighbors might try to take it away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0708.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening of the long awaited package.  Drum Roll Please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, um, thanks Frankie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0710.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great big Reeseter Bunny, Could I be more happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0711.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing of the beloved hard drive that Chris himself mailed only 7 weeks previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris flipped out when he saw my attempt at NZ style.  I had fun with it but Chris was not approving party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the self-induced rat tail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Chris is excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is chasing a seagull, typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0717.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A duel of wits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this?  Oh! because Chris told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0721.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a really funny joke making fun of Chris.  He's not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the fascination with urinals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the sun was out since Chris had landed. Why do I looked so pained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris being a tard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0725.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115112029594165087?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115112029594165087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115112029594165087&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115112029594165087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115112029594165087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/06/altinz-episode-ii-day-one.html' title='ALTiNZ: Episode II Day ONE'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-115070296755277256</id><published>2006-06-19T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:42:47.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Texas in NZ: Episode 1 The School</title><content type='html'>For those of you that didn't know, my good friend Chris came to visit me a few weeks ago!  It was a blast.  I was feeling a bit tired from school and a little homesick.  Chris's timing couldn't be better!  Here's the insanity that ensued.  Disclaimer: I've decided to do Chris's trip in installments and as it's easier on this website to post the last picture first and work my way up. The Circus School segment was actually the last day Chris was in Christchurch. I'll do the rest in order don't worry.  Also, I don't want any complaining. (What's even funnier is that Chris isn't even in any of these pictures. hee hee. Hey!  I said no complaining!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me at school. Not too shabby, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0872.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the magic I can weave on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bat hanging like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0877.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I feel like a bat flying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0878.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me explaining the children's show that Shelley and I have to do together.  It's the continuation of the Frog Prince.  The storyboards tell the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0879.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the hips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the leg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't already know, I'm a hula hoop virtuoso.  Seriously, look at the poise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0883.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-115070296755277256?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/115070296755277256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=115070296755277256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115070296755277256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/115070296755277256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-texas-in-nz-episode-1-school.html' title='A Little Texas in NZ: Episode 1 The School'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114990806804252758</id><published>2006-06-09T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:54:28.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Were Wondering</title><content type='html'>I've been here almost 5 months now and have yet to post anything about the very strange national bird of New Zealand.  THE KIWI!!!  Here's what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiwis are interesting for several reasons.  First of all, they have survived being a flightless bird until recently because New Zealand is a country without snakes or any other ground predators that would eat the Kiwi.  Also, Kiwis are the only birds with their nostrils at the end of their very long beak.  Lastly Kiwi eggs are about half their size.  Could you imagine giving birth to a 60 lbs. child.  That's out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should also note when visiting New Zealand and having just eaten a kiwi fruit should never say, "Yum that was the best kiwi I've ever eaten!"  Locals very well might think you just ate their national bird.  Be sure you say kiwi FRUIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114990806804252758?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114990806804252758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114990806804252758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114990806804252758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114990806804252758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In Case You Were Wondering'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114947946821133433</id><published>2006-06-04T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:52:47.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Back Track</title><content type='html'>Hey Gang, even though it's about a month and a half too late, I finally have pics from my trip to Sydney.  Let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first pic is of me in front of the quintessential Sydney icon.  The Sydney Opera House whose design was inspired by that of seashells and boat sails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0628.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible during the day, but even more so at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to had that the Opera House also has really cool bathrooms.  The sink actually drain out the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0643.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with this very informative sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0645.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana was my fellow partner in crime.  This is her in disguise wearing a wig from a stand at one of the markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana at the Glebe Market.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really incredible market.  I found this one artist, named Richard Ellard, who transferred all of his works to t-shirts, postcards, and pins.  Of course I bought a shirt or two, but here are some of his great pieces.  More of his stuff can be found at www.chmo.com.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/ELLARD-TARGET-WITH-SILHOUET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/ELLARD-TARGET-WITH-SILHOUET.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/ellard-prince-and-pauper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/ellard-prince-and-pauper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really loved the name of this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0648.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and I thought this tree looked like tendons.  She's pinching my tendon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0649.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on stilts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0650.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0650.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0652.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, This is all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0653.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0654.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you fun-loving Catholics out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0656.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun at Wagamama Sydney!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0660.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0661.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and I took a little trip to the coast up north stopping at Manly Beach and then continuing on to to see the cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ferry Ride looking back at Downtown Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0634.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manly Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some randoms taken from the Cliffs and other areas north of Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  Watch out for that spider!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0669.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0670.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0672.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0675.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114947946821133433?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114947946821133433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114947946821133433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114947946821133433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114947946821133433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-back-track.html' title='Let&apos;s Back Track'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114747727499428903</id><published>2006-05-12T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:41:15.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking Numbers!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everybody, the words of the day are TRACKING NUMBERS!!!!  I don't know if any of you are thinking about sending me a package, but if you are, get a freakin' tracking number.  I have three packages just bumbling about the Pacific Rim with no way of me ever knowing if they're stuck in customs or lost by the admiral NZ Post.  Why? because I have no tracking numbers.  Sorry, I'm ranting but one of those packages is my hard drive and without it I can't further my blogging career.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at how distraught I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/DSC04064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/DSC04064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I say adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114747727499428903?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114747727499428903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114747727499428903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114747727499428903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114747727499428903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/05/tracking-numbers.html' title='Tracking Numbers!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114637634958770260</id><published>2006-04-29T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T02:26:05.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And He's Back....For A Bit</title><content type='html'>Ok I know all of you have been waiting my return to the blogging game.  The truth is that my computer has ran out of memory and I can't upload any pictures.  I've been waiting for an external hard drive to come in the mail but the Pacific and probably customs are keeping it from getting to me anytime soon.  For the time being, I've outsmarted the computer and had pictures developed onto cd so I don't even have to bother with putting them on my computer's hard drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are from Kristina's gig at a local bar and restaurant called The Dux de Lux.  Kristina has actually been singing and busking for the past five years.  So it was great to see her get up there and do what comes natural.  It was a great night.  If anyone knows how to post audio on blogger I can put one of her songs up for everyone to have a little listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting Kristina Dzelmanis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_25A_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_25A_0603.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and Me Enjoying The Tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_24A_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_24A_0604.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones and Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_22A_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_22A_0606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones and Amber Rocking Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_15A_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_15A_0612.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle (or Jemella as we prefer to call her) and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_21A_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_21A_0607.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_17A_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_17A_0610.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey (My Program Director) Brett, Dawn, Ollie, and an Unexpected Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_7A_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_7A_0620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the Artist Herself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/lr_13A_0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/lr_13A_0614.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll have another blog very soon.  Have a Great Day Everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114637634958770260?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114637634958770260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114637634958770260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114637634958770260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114637634958770260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-hes-backfor-bit.html' title='And He&apos;s Back....For A Bit'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114300642615540778</id><published>2006-03-21T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:09:33.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Niece is here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/Jolie%20Gwen%20Bowers%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/400/Jolie%20Gwen%20Bowers%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it!  All 7lbs 13oz 20 3/4inches of Jolie Gwen Bowers are here!  She properly came into this world at 9:05 am.  She is absolutely precious.  I talked to Mom and Sami at about 3:30 in the morning here and I got to hear Jolie say a little hello!  It was one of the best wake up calls I've ever had!  I can't wait to see her face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/Jolie%20Gwen%20Bowers%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/400/Jolie%20Gwen%20Bowers%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to see pictures of Jennifer right after!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114300642615540778?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114300642615540778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114300642615540778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114300642615540778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114300642615540778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-niece-is-here.html' title='My Niece is here!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114293272387873581</id><published>2006-03-21T03:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:18:43.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Baby Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/Belly008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/Belly008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard that my sister, Jennifer, has gone into labor!! WOO HOO!!!  You can do it Fer-Fer!!!  PUSH!!!!!  I'm so sad that I'm not there.  I guess it's becoming the trend that my sisters give birth while I'm abroad.  Sami had Kenzie while I was studying in Rome back in 2002.  I love all of you so much!  Congratulations Mommy Jennifer and Daddy Jarrett!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114293272387873581?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114293272387873581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114293272387873581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114293272387873581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114293272387873581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-baby-time.html' title='It&apos;s Baby Time!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114284485862934047</id><published>2006-03-20T02:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T02:56:44.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings Time: Could There Be a More Confusing Thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/clock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everybody, This past weekend the southern hemisphere decided to observe daylight savings.  I don't really understand it but sure why not.  Well I was at first confused.  Do we spring forward or fall back?  I know that in the spring we go forward but technically it's fall here and I wasn't sure whether the kiwis followed the rest of the world or did indeed fall back in the fall.  Well here's your answer.  They do fall back.  As a result, the 18 hours difference has turned to 17.  Meaning that now you have to subtract 6 hours from your day to get the time of day here.  Great fun right?  Just wait until you observe daylight sayings.  Then you'll have to subtract 7.  The fun is only beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Sorry I haven't posted many blogs lately.  I blame it on my computer's lack of memory.  Don't fret though.  I've bought an external hard drive and it's on its way.  Soon the blogs will be free flowing again!  WOO HOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114284485862934047?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114284485862934047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114284485862934047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114284485862934047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114284485862934047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/03/daylight-savings-time-could-there-be.html' title='Daylight Savings Time: Could There Be a More Confusing Thing?'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114211600502874229</id><published>2006-03-11T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:32:31.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics Love All the Way From Abilene</title><content type='html'>Could my gym family be better?  I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/n7922889_31217610_4698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/400/n7922889_31217610_4698.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nina, Katie, Lisa, Susie, Elaine, Shelley,  and Jamie!  You're the best and I miss ya more than Gyrating Jim needs to shake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck at State on March 25th!!!  Texas, Texas Yee Haw!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114211600502874229?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114211600502874229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114211600502874229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114211600502874229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114211600502874229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/03/gymnastics-love-all-way-from-abilene.html' title='Gymnastics Love All the Way From Abilene'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114192840768557213</id><published>2006-03-09T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:25:58.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Momentous Day!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM and CHRIS!!!</title><content type='html'>Two great things happened on this day!  First of all, way back in 1947 a lovely baby girl was born and given the name Linda Fay Elms.  Let's all give her a hip hip hooray on her 59th birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/Mom%20Modern%20Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/Mom%20Modern%20Dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I definitely get my moves from my mother.  Look at her in this modern dance class. So very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also born on this day was Chris Hadlock.  We're still not quite sure what's wrong with him but we love him anyway for all of his amusing posts to my blog.  Happy 22nd Birthday Chris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not your birthday in the States but it most definitely is in New Zealand and I celebrating it with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114192840768557213?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114192840768557213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114192840768557213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114192840768557213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114192840768557213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-momentous-day-happy-birthday-mom.html' title='What a Momentous Day!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM and CHRIS!!!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114143497727119651</id><published>2006-03-03T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:16:17.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party! Party! Party!</title><content type='html'>So after our first week, we needed some serious relaxation!  Party anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0512.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Camilla and Idris greeting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0513.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and Louise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0515.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina with her Ginger Beer and Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with one of the Twins (either Jola or Nele)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau and Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0519.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian, Me, Beau, and Angel down below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowen, Armand (My new French Flatmate), and George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0528.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, Kristina, and Idris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0532.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin, Charlie, Diana, and Rowen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0536.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyron and Louise (a different one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0537.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise's Eye, Armand, George, and Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0542.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Twin on the Roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0544.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and Beau on the Roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0547.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carnies on the Roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina, Idris, and Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0551.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank and Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/IMG_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/IMG_0558.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowen and Kristina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114143497727119651?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114143497727119651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114143497727119651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114143497727119651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114143497727119651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/03/party-party-party.html' title='Party! Party! Party!'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</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-20051753.post-114143206034745988</id><published>2006-03-03T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:28:53.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She Asks Me Why, I'm Just a Hairy Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/1600/poster_khaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2019/1997/320/poster_khaki.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday I went with my first Kiwi friend, Charlie, to see The American Tribal Love Rock Musical: HAIR!  I was really worried that all of them were going to have Kiwi accents but they did a great job with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see a theatre production again but it couldn't compare to ZACH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty&lt;br /&gt;Oily, greasy, fleecy&lt;br /&gt;Shining, gleaming, streaming&lt;br /&gt;Flaxen, waxen&lt;br /&gt;Knotted, polka-dotted&lt;br /&gt;Twisted, beaded, braided&lt;br /&gt;Powdered, flowered, and confettied&lt;br /&gt;Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20051753-114143206034745988?l=willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/feeds/114143206034745988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20051753&amp;postID=114143206034745988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114143206034745988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20051753/posts/default/114143206034745988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willyzinthenewz.blogspot.com/2006/03/she-asks-me-why-im-just-hairy-guy.html' title='She Asks Me Why, I&apos;m Just a Hairy Guy'/><author><name>Willy Z in the New Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08716887885115360589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
