tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82544360155511077922024-03-05T21:13:26.374-08:00We Do Stuff, Too**Not between the hours of 10:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m., during holidays, on select weekdays, or after any meal containing garbanzo beans or turkey. May cause headache, nosebleed, or mild paralysis. See user's guide for proper incentives, based on desired activity. Thanks for visiting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-28524473865579894582010-06-24T08:02:00.000-07:002010-06-24T08:03:55.734-07:00Movin' on up!So... I'm convinced. WordPress really is waaaaay better than blogger. And so we are moving. To: <a href="http://snapstoo.wordpress.com">snapstoo.wordpress.com</a>. Same ol' blog, great new look.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-61867500652219670002010-02-25T09:48:00.001-08:002010-02-25T09:50:57.955-08:00I wish I was a baker...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BUR7PjBFYQ3i6RfMyxbngwAbQiLrQy5uyKAAIIKaJChrxbtcwXUVsIJeVyZfL077vtpCPGfTvKmRUu-Dq1HAkb-M865hynuWVJCKoAKv1Nvzu3_hAQGPg90c6nXISXozWllXb1W0vc1-/s1600-h/love.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BUR7PjBFYQ3i6RfMyxbngwAbQiLrQy5uyKAAIIKaJChrxbtcwXUVsIJeVyZfL077vtpCPGfTvKmRUu-Dq1HAkb-M865hynuWVJCKoAKv1Nvzu3_hAQGPg90c6nXISXozWllXb1W0vc1-/s400/love.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442239467774690402" /></a><br />Someday I will do this. It may try my sanity, you may have to lock me up after it's finished, but someday I will do this. And <a href="http://confectionsofamasterbaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/ps-i-cake-you.html">this</a> is how.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-12193437186343505122010-02-24T14:25:00.000-08:002010-02-24T14:27:11.814-08:00Master Baster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvC47aES-hxUoQ2IfoOoVNNUIu8mWKMBrIT-J4AAzAOTTAE19xJFS085CfbdeXDR7_nR2-ep6XRlKcHOFMf8waTv3fB94SXvr2jnip92R9C9qf4vTetpzVWst73auoeNfd9o3fDDlu-rlG/s1600-h/baster.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvC47aES-hxUoQ2IfoOoVNNUIu8mWKMBrIT-J4AAzAOTTAE19xJFS085CfbdeXDR7_nR2-ep6XRlKcHOFMf8waTv3fB94SXvr2jnip92R9C9qf4vTetpzVWst73auoeNfd9o3fDDlu-rlG/s320/baster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441940113498539026" /></a><br />I cooked a chicken the other night. To be honest, this is the first time I have ever cooked an entire bird; generally I pass on the onus of bird-cookery to Dearest Husband or I just cook bits of bird (and there was that one time I incinerated an entire turkey in the barbeque, but we won't discuss that here). So you understand why I do not own a baster. I have never had need for baster, never wanted a baster, never even considered owning a baster.<br /><br />Come to find out, in order to properly roast a chicken, you REALLY need a baster. Particularly when your roasting pan is merely chicken-sized and leaves no margin for spoonage. So mid chicken-cookery, I rushed down to the grocery store to purchase ... the baster. (Scott actually asked me to buy two basters: one for me and one for his brewing kit, but I declined. Luckily, the store only had one in stock. You be the girl who goes to the store to buy two turkey basters.)<br /><br />You like to believe that the people who work at the grocery store don't look at your groceries. They just ring you up and send you on your way and don't recount later to their husbands or wives or thirteen cats the crazy dude that just came through that bought nothing but pork tenderloin, D-batteries, and Vaseline. They didn't notice the extra-thick condoms. They didn't see the Costco sized box of super-ultra-tidal flow tampons. But I've worked at the grocery store. And trust me, we remember. And we know that you bought that extra $150 worth of groceries to cover up the fact that you only came in for K-Y Jelly.<br /><br />So I reach the check-out with that in mind - and turkey baster in hand - and I say to the cashier: "Gosh, I should have bought some K-Y so you don't think I just came here for the baster." And not a snigger, a chuckle, not even a twitch of the lip. Just a blank look and a "Have a nice evening, ma'am" without irony.<br /><br />Stupid grocery store.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-60169045799710049142010-01-02T10:45:00.000-08:002010-01-02T10:50:38.702-08:00El AvionSo I insisted that we go to this restaurant in Quepos. Probably every damn American tourist in Costa Rica insists that they go to this restaurant. It was cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhZfF7duEYdrP8Y4BSXjIKwuqV1rnpv0kgqIkr5RWLxZJ2wPBb_46twMk-N6_V70rDN8eqZFxWd5YcI5uIXWN7hdlBn8yrZJt4WG4SeoSmqQn7EYQe0fLk2Jmm0vCMDDZ6X0lHRoTCCUh/s1600-h/elavion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhZfF7duEYdrP8Y4BSXjIKwuqV1rnpv0kgqIkr5RWLxZJ2wPBb_46twMk-N6_V70rDN8eqZFxWd5YcI5uIXWN7hdlBn8yrZJt4WG4SeoSmqQn7EYQe0fLk2Jmm0vCMDDZ6X0lHRoTCCUh/s400/elavion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422215522796949506" /></a><br />The airplane is one that the Americans bought for the Sandinistas during the Iran-Contra affair. When Hapenfus went down in Nicaragua, this plane was abandoned at the San Jose airport. Now it's a restaurant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8TbnyDyEYOQLjy6ebku9DsxRN_jEu4QWjFtRZeFhEWWfvV5z0k8NjfO71ImPBYhPxoI-JonjCKxKVrW1y53sHuKnV2A0Ne6XHSJMG9Hdrm016l9VyQe2HnStaLbyoUnlIQFUn-YXVSa4J/s1600-h/octopusgarnish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8TbnyDyEYOQLjy6ebku9DsxRN_jEu4QWjFtRZeFhEWWfvV5z0k8NjfO71ImPBYhPxoI-JonjCKxKVrW1y53sHuKnV2A0Ne6XHSJMG9Hdrm016l9VyQe2HnStaLbyoUnlIQFUn-YXVSa4J/s400/octopusgarnish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422215529424849986" /></a><br />Octopus garnish! Chicken Scott didn't eat it. (And for you, Mom: What you can't see in this picture is that right behind Scott [close enough that he could have reached around and popped him one in the nose] was Justin Long - the kid from Galaxy Quest. That's a hell of a thing.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-57187507851270279692010-01-02T10:44:00.000-08:002010-01-02T10:45:03.653-08:00Show me your bazoobies!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEAKReamU7e_6ngarsZfRsS6uDxdAcm271VVAEaQQlwK5bsRMT0O_oK2HwCkVzcQww1Y0OE2rP2f0os_41ofTwC8KqSHU9U1F7PFcaOU4kSkghMGtJ2tJY3rTLf_iYPyNm6jshdBujpyB/s1600-h/camerainmirror.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEAKReamU7e_6ngarsZfRsS6uDxdAcm271VVAEaQQlwK5bsRMT0O_oK2HwCkVzcQww1Y0OE2rP2f0os_41ofTwC8KqSHU9U1F7PFcaOU4kSkghMGtJ2tJY3rTLf_iYPyNm6jshdBujpyB/s400/camerainmirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422215332006800322" /></a><br />Scott the photog.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-18377152568641049092010-01-02T10:41:00.000-08:002010-01-02T10:44:01.672-08:00The long shots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBe5MgenCBcMGLehQdvPt2JIKrXi9Yzjs96GXH3Sl__lpMma1fuN4iBLT9YBKsOEFOCYU_0JZrXschtwGz8jVnoO-7j15lgxDxzx7zf66cAZpO4wvokyvt76ZEWm1YyVrszyFm6hdov0mf/s1600-h/puertojimenez.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBe5MgenCBcMGLehQdvPt2JIKrXi9Yzjs96GXH3Sl__lpMma1fuN4iBLT9YBKsOEFOCYU_0JZrXschtwGz8jVnoO-7j15lgxDxzx7zf66cAZpO4wvokyvt76ZEWm1YyVrszyFm6hdov0mf/s400/puertojimenez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422214706089948594" /></a><br />A drive-by near Puerto Jimenez. It's so green here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoJT_DKWcrMCoyt38a16U0KcHjaGHWD0onJlQc8gpX4Y1hFVgpDutv-d8Dq7TV9txIUSEuOv4NvPQhgnprR_wv73rSFvBJk_9P5PkC9e01VNFU6mfardSPcVspj9IsSU_ajdsOnJ3-qS6/s1600-h/ourview2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoJT_DKWcrMCoyt38a16U0KcHjaGHWD0onJlQc8gpX4Y1hFVgpDutv-d8Dq7TV9txIUSEuOv4NvPQhgnprR_wv73rSFvBJk_9P5PkC9e01VNFU6mfardSPcVspj9IsSU_ajdsOnJ3-qS6/s400/ourview2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422214701955353234" /></a><br />Yeah, this was the view from our bedroom. It sucked, let me tell you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysI2WyTuAFQTpoCUhqhBiISIF4jYNpOPOG0xyCsHxpg4NWB2eloUB5WZeHh7r6nG_hRZ2ltdQx2HSewgnyT3b5fyXcNqHLFjf41dCKYuZvdnbX_R0eJagdlDIK5fwRBc_XT7_ncqFi_4n/s1600-h/losmogosfireball.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysI2WyTuAFQTpoCUhqhBiISIF4jYNpOPOG0xyCsHxpg4NWB2eloUB5WZeHh7r6nG_hRZ2ltdQx2HSewgnyT3b5fyXcNqHLFjf41dCKYuZvdnbX_R0eJagdlDIK5fwRBc_XT7_ncqFi_4n/s400/losmogosfireball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422214695913760818" /></a><br />I imagine that this is what Costa Rica will look like after the apocalypse. (Los Mogos sunset)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-2403852346569520142010-01-02T10:38:00.001-08:002010-01-03T18:48:30.632-08:00El Cemeterio de QueposWe drove by this place about ten times before I finally got the guts to go and ask the heavily armed cemetery guard if I could take pictures. Scott said it was morbid, but I think it's fascinating. Maybe both are true.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDKchVYQlwb_2Lrxc1LW2VfPbzh1vP8j8vFk5J_IvO7oZMsZiSeNIsOmqt1sBh7pwFg0r8CgXH9oG6fDDb1GMmUCcL_c0jXfQD9UKA4ep2tZLS0DvrkU4QLOBcQtPvqqsy86L8UEF7_ir/s1600-h/losangeles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDKchVYQlwb_2Lrxc1LW2VfPbzh1vP8j8vFk5J_IvO7oZMsZiSeNIsOmqt1sBh7pwFg0r8CgXH9oG6fDDb1GMmUCcL_c0jXfQD9UKA4ep2tZLS0DvrkU4QLOBcQtPvqqsy86L8UEF7_ir/s400/losangeles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422214016362548274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljuVmw1BJTimyOn-qo87jxGPn77lxwqeTldgnTzaUfw8Oh3d790mbLNkkFvlIW2rn5PUXbeUC8gQjOY2tpu0Bf5puogBuD78S7V3-2qNr5rvgA7fmDENWlGm9N9Bhli1EGNZHimsqHU58/s1600-h/ivonne.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljuVmw1BJTimyOn-qo87jxGPn77lxwqeTldgnTzaUfw8Oh3d790mbLNkkFvlIW2rn5PUXbeUC8gQjOY2tpu0Bf5puogBuD78S7V3-2qNr5rvgA7fmDENWlGm9N9Bhli1EGNZHimsqHU58/s400/ivonne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422214010315463698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExzdnI2mzm7KMavDys0jB7WY8CBhxWsd-cjHS8150Bk23SCUMV6gUPWpDc6BdJvzb80kxQLsMi-aQlGARFNCxE1umsPMfbbO8ggxfHhoQETotanEo9a0nBu8I5J9GSesh4SSKQNME9ftN/s1600-h/128.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExzdnI2mzm7KMavDys0jB7WY8CBhxWsd-cjHS8150Bk23SCUMV6gUPWpDc6BdJvzb80kxQLsMi-aQlGARFNCxE1umsPMfbbO8ggxfHhoQETotanEo9a0nBu8I5J9GSesh4SSKQNME9ftN/s400/128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422214009723277314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlNodtvDNBt_S9L3Z-0iJ-xcMXlQj_HCjeCy4USvjPGU6tFjdyVz_VQMwDkE-Z4ANnbwk8lJ_7Jmv8lh5daMT60nsqE5oPl53nDBnecOW7FVyEOAbgIgYRcFEwEIcDUqnI4HX5FFkZRKd/s1600-h/43.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlNodtvDNBt_S9L3Z-0iJ-xcMXlQj_HCjeCy4USvjPGU6tFjdyVz_VQMwDkE-Z4ANnbwk8lJ_7Jmv8lh5daMT60nsqE5oPl53nDBnecOW7FVyEOAbgIgYRcFEwEIcDUqnI4HX5FFkZRKd/s400/43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422214002484339586" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-44834200573393621812010-01-02T09:54:00.000-08:002010-01-02T10:52:16.602-08:00A Short Lesson in Basic Taxonomy<span style="font-weight:bold;">Kingdom Animalia</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XCynd2KC8SWP6TP3Mf_wQ8J2TnDxc7BmpSrPZJlUB6iZIIT2AHweSpJSu1tuOGq-cPuGsf4GMPghyphenhyphenfJx9Uq_KEaIWcnJGMZauI2ti9euS8cEYeiPvYdSITJ0VcE1p8BfLdv89JhgnJAc/s1600-h/bats.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XCynd2KC8SWP6TP3Mf_wQ8J2TnDxc7BmpSrPZJlUB6iZIIT2AHweSpJSu1tuOGq-cPuGsf4GMPghyphenhyphenfJx9Uq_KEaIWcnJGMZauI2ti9euS8cEYeiPvYdSITJ0VcE1p8BfLdv89JhgnJAc/s400/bats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205507377910082" /></a><br />Ugh, bats. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcmWw7TnqB-_D5O_CSElFf8wpOrxmkvV9diTUlNyYCvUBHr0a6NO4_J9yEbIzPbbCRMEcZ0AITMkMBOdiuUR5NGxZky4gkW4dSV-RazKFtql61-iuxS4ZMqmV8lxNxKOthHV63UhKY8hh/s1600-h/benato.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcmWw7TnqB-_D5O_CSElFf8wpOrxmkvV9diTUlNyYCvUBHr0a6NO4_J9yEbIzPbbCRMEcZ0AITMkMBOdiuUR5NGxZky4gkW4dSV-RazKFtql61-iuxS4ZMqmV8lxNxKOthHV63UhKY8hh/s400/benato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205428243844562" /></a><br />Benato! These little guys aren't afraid of anything - especially humans. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBi7uqyEhkV_5Pv5mduFlSDePxUjthXACKq-aDeHvqDLwaJjPMT48h6wvsUiG1NAP5KBNqOpVwpgDE86LwMkLSURGl_HN0eLgKKNSipV5AU4SHd3wzvUwKaqXzAwEYAJtIVGmP6EhLX1B/s1600-h/caiman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBi7uqyEhkV_5Pv5mduFlSDePxUjthXACKq-aDeHvqDLwaJjPMT48h6wvsUiG1NAP5KBNqOpVwpgDE86LwMkLSURGl_HN0eLgKKNSipV5AU4SHd3wzvUwKaqXzAwEYAJtIVGmP6EhLX1B/s400/caiman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205423369223474" /></a><br />Peekaboo! (Dominical)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOB_Zt8na0r_Bhb8S7fvFdx1wM5hlbhPWC75DCBbmXRUNi6utFuFU2Kcxos5hwo8TG2iWiRQWB12vyhQ_L05kDv66QmLWNU2ZdOVszjeOYeoOgAgrNrfz5qnZnN9WIPgShq8bijzGKe_X/s1600-h/canyoufindthisbird.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOB_Zt8na0r_Bhb8S7fvFdx1wM5hlbhPWC75DCBbmXRUNi6utFuFU2Kcxos5hwo8TG2iWiRQWB12vyhQ_L05kDv66QmLWNU2ZdOVszjeOYeoOgAgrNrfz5qnZnN9WIPgShq8bijzGKe_X/s400/canyoufindthisbird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205416624977250" /></a><br />Can you find the bird in this picture? Hint: it's to the right. Good luck! (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRegyKO2tv9o4LzIh01-_3tK5MklIKAAQGFoYiPtNz_oGxjt0E9nYC5nOCNx-LNhf6esYI4xlwncMLoVyAEevvEUEUxayHS3hsVgt0u4GVV_aN9CgrsoTp0upOOG4oMdXwWT_Ymva_BmML/s1600-h/caratefalcon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRegyKO2tv9o4LzIh01-_3tK5MklIKAAQGFoYiPtNz_oGxjt0E9nYC5nOCNx-LNhf6esYI4xlwncMLoVyAEevvEUEUxayHS3hsVgt0u4GVV_aN9CgrsoTp0upOOG4oMdXwWT_Ymva_BmML/s400/caratefalcon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205410579120466" /></a><br />Gavilan. I think. Our bird book was in Spanish and only had about half of the birds in it. It looks like ... a duck? (Carate)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51CNTjrdDYFv1qld-Tdo9e5eZd4FmJ5FGF9QaTvsKEEk4btN2M3I0aEHWFdAGkhowD4vMHs0DIzGpWPqqzKtUekEiB7OwHjWY5WUAVVl6SdoNK6fBEMz1GOzQeTNOHJyN91Mt7bkm-TYs/s1600-h/carpintero.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51CNTjrdDYFv1qld-Tdo9e5eZd4FmJ5FGF9QaTvsKEEk4btN2M3I0aEHWFdAGkhowD4vMHs0DIzGpWPqqzKtUekEiB7OwHjWY5WUAVVl6SdoNK6fBEMz1GOzQeTNOHJyN91Mt7bkm-TYs/s400/carpintero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205401381361506" /></a><br />Carpintero! (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_kTMmj1fUfl8sEr3s9-ej6dl2oGL45KCrISwwYYvGIGrDRJIn_JN1zDyWgskRpsFKJ-2H3Dhx8Te8_WQbHyr4Zlidhsfn6xSbxOZrYb7bEZyD2Vo6q6wUvXi3Zz-2UkblK0wUYBYMRhz/s1600-h/falcon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_kTMmj1fUfl8sEr3s9-ej6dl2oGL45KCrISwwYYvGIGrDRJIn_JN1zDyWgskRpsFKJ-2H3Dhx8Te8_WQbHyr4Zlidhsfn6xSbxOZrYb7bEZyD2Vo6q6wUvXi3Zz-2UkblK0wUYBYMRhz/s400/falcon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205177594346610" /></a><br />Halcon. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZAQNAMZdnkm5QtI62fOcqazBIcjYAWCvb5vVps7cJMaT4MjWpUUahJTdDfOvFAWd8JnpZAIvGkftYpIfr3GGo1VDwywtpRUEp4zVCLVmJgKwYOvrYdqmB7POEMZy9b94V49BsGQH1VFo/s1600-h/falconplayamatapalo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZAQNAMZdnkm5QtI62fOcqazBIcjYAWCvb5vVps7cJMaT4MjWpUUahJTdDfOvFAWd8JnpZAIvGkftYpIfr3GGo1VDwywtpRUEp4zVCLVmJgKwYOvrYdqmB7POEMZy9b94V49BsGQH1VFo/s400/falconplayamatapalo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205173708843810" /></a><br />Un otro halcon. (Refugio de Vida Silvestre de Playa Matapalo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OjOi2YgXTQ2UwJaQc2hYdNqEQF9_6khLcjx5942PF8gpL2gemXeUJdGkSqigG4CO4IPUAovPd5501JTpDD5DzIyF3j56efRQgBUWfAmRFWF2YXdzzjNeHzAeROZ8n_BHK9Xw2axee4uF/s1600-h/flyingrapors.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OjOi2YgXTQ2UwJaQc2hYdNqEQF9_6khLcjx5942PF8gpL2gemXeUJdGkSqigG4CO4IPUAovPd5501JTpDD5DzIyF3j56efRQgBUWfAmRFWF2YXdzzjNeHzAeROZ8n_BHK9Xw2axee4uF/s400/flyingrapors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205163919578338" /></a><br />These guys would cruise around the house all day long looking for rodents and frogs and small dogs. Typically there were about 10-15 in view. Very cool. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9JiEP0AU1E2K8ECqtSrIuIDVZkmXZ2DYp5_cnIhwA9bJsCq_Bi67ObhvaAvvo9KPMcpkiRMyMDxOddTQjmeww5rlxj5tbhE6nOhv6h93HAuHSHUCWbWy_TFKJtWB9I8d7DKtr0hVCpYz/s1600-h/furrythings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9JiEP0AU1E2K8ECqtSrIuIDVZkmXZ2DYp5_cnIhwA9bJsCq_Bi67ObhvaAvvo9KPMcpkiRMyMDxOddTQjmeww5rlxj5tbhE6nOhv6h93HAuHSHUCWbWy_TFKJtWB9I8d7DKtr0hVCpYz/s400/furrythings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205159193167826" /></a><br />I have no idea what these things are. Sort of an amalgamation of a badger, a raccoon, and a very large cat. When we were walking in Baru, these two came barreling down the trail towards us, veered into the woods about ten feet in front of us, then came cruising back out about a foot from my leg. I thought for a minute that they were going to eat me, but they just kept on running. Phew. (Baru)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPx_HSXbBFrwQex-JA37OxNetrJ8Ti2DlJDGlRVJhYEPF0e9vsxTVhoEX1VuFTvs091rT6lH0ESVOy_Ro9iKvIYfNpnJkUDoJ4j0qo4X1Fy6kJ7edglC0wq-ROXB41wHCdo3-RtTpcCRF/s1600-h/greenfrog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPx_HSXbBFrwQex-JA37OxNetrJ8Ti2DlJDGlRVJhYEPF0e9vsxTVhoEX1VuFTvs091rT6lH0ESVOy_Ro9iKvIYfNpnJkUDoJ4j0qo4X1Fy6kJ7edglC0wq-ROXB41wHCdo3-RtTpcCRF/s400/greenfrog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205155891379378" /></a><br />Camouflage. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YgLFxqXyQe2r7R0f0BJ81ltqG_6WuETDRs2ZXZ9EXzvcTAZthDU9k_owTQXIyNsDBz1C9_ZxTw4Otk4cvQ5lupDHMim4sueORMmkqGJxIwhn8EtHY_wImrA91Zsz0q0J4pIZY7dWNbpF/s1600-h/jesuschristlizard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YgLFxqXyQe2r7R0f0BJ81ltqG_6WuETDRs2ZXZ9EXzvcTAZthDU9k_owTQXIyNsDBz1C9_ZxTw4Otk4cvQ5lupDHMim4sueORMmkqGJxIwhn8EtHY_wImrA91Zsz0q0J4pIZY7dWNbpF/s400/jesuschristlizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204946050188002" /></a><br />This is called a Jesus Christ lizard because when it skitters out in front of you on the trail, you jump about ten feet in the air and yell, "Jesus Christ!" ...okay really, they're so fast they can run across the surface of the water for short distances. But the other applies, too. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2rR406-NIRSdSW2NWNBO40BTXH0CW9pyNvq8NiaPACscyOuqFtCzs9p2pkS3vn7nzb0qxyKJpht3xNPSuWORNk5nQHoo5VPBtHatU-Q53E6ss5icYTb2JO7wPkljr1OehrRSzueMncZr/s1600-h/owl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2rR406-NIRSdSW2NWNBO40BTXH0CW9pyNvq8NiaPACscyOuqFtCzs9p2pkS3vn7nzb0qxyKJpht3xNPSuWORNk5nQHoo5VPBtHatU-Q53E6ss5icYTb2JO7wPkljr1OehrRSzueMncZr/s400/owl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204940637040834" /></a><br />Confused owl. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79akLxyv4TleinUycEisSunwcb4iDMMl-yJo1HR2W-2RA14Q65f7X9lR5xWrABrniJX4qwHn78OGf_2lppgxvtZYI-d5wsEPfE52i83N0uz-7rD1Q7nLwTWjyFo5Pa8th_pZj450URe9Q/s1600-h/poisondart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79akLxyv4TleinUycEisSunwcb4iDMMl-yJo1HR2W-2RA14Q65f7X9lR5xWrABrniJX4qwHn78OGf_2lppgxvtZYI-d5wsEPfE52i83N0uz-7rD1Q7nLwTWjyFo5Pa8th_pZj450URe9Q/s400/poisondart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204938457822210" /></a><br />This guy greeted us at the door in the morning, and came out in the evening to say good night. Had we picked him up, we probably would have died a quick but horrible death by poisoning. So sweet. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwgiCYyrdZ2vExHmeSZedzjVbk74f0SPFcEqU9NePAG8VHAszazQ-oUKZiGFFww4DutCMl5atz5Gqy-a75jZN0Er7er6SnkMO1EBL7A-3mIUl9ipL3XlrGHxRLxUj3IScXetWMFeI44g6/s1600-h/redbird.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwgiCYyrdZ2vExHmeSZedzjVbk74f0SPFcEqU9NePAG8VHAszazQ-oUKZiGFFww4DutCMl5atz5Gqy-a75jZN0Er7er6SnkMO1EBL7A-3mIUl9ipL3XlrGHxRLxUj3IScXetWMFeI44g6/s400/redbird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204932093655762" /></a><br />This picture doesn't quite do the color of this bird (also not in my bird book) justice. The thing was so bright red it was hard to look at. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLwrT_8Ujc399pTSuBI_Y5yyN-vycuC7TtfC1PGaSLuIgJk8WWB5J2ZWNfgDBVKYb8kC9efibQn3We_YetacLINq95Eac0aQpT29-VQaV03ycf4EZl4pEQO24Cs2hcCvWQZqis-OTz0Lk/s1600-h/redtoucan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLwrT_8Ujc399pTSuBI_Y5yyN-vycuC7TtfC1PGaSLuIgJk8WWB5J2ZWNfgDBVKYb8kC9efibQn3We_YetacLINq95Eac0aQpT29-VQaV03ycf4EZl4pEQO24Cs2hcCvWQZqis-OTz0Lk/s400/redtoucan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204923623793026" /></a><br />We had two species of toucan hanging around the house - and this was the other one. Piquianaranjado, according to the book. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_RsT_mMBl4dz3jVdhawUS-S3mz0v08hyqsZZII7E6EI0DExJkQvFILJ-Olthq0-smOecQq-url8ndpWhjqgJQhWpiU7ueGknBWJHnqJvHGKZIwbF07mif3OHE_eQQiU2g9-1td1xyNc4/s1600-h/sloth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_RsT_mMBl4dz3jVdhawUS-S3mz0v08hyqsZZII7E6EI0DExJkQvFILJ-Olthq0-smOecQq-url8ndpWhjqgJQhWpiU7ueGknBWJHnqJvHGKZIwbF07mif3OHE_eQQiU2g9-1td1xyNc4/s400/sloth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204676621865842" /></a><br />Ruth? Ruth! Ba-by RUTH! (You won't know unless you lived in the 80's. And even then, the reference might be a bit obscure. But if you got it, I owe you a hug!) (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSKjKwqEWg_82O6O8DBoQWweLriNjODzJDQipDNaOCnCNs5gd_q9nbThAlNj_Jwrkh7jqjyqrS4h2qCdziiZRVplqX6n7SCYLn9PpwzhutI2YQ7rSN8vMoTraJLRnwjfkX0w3nfis2P0F/s1600-h/songbirdsilhouette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSKjKwqEWg_82O6O8DBoQWweLriNjODzJDQipDNaOCnCNs5gd_q9nbThAlNj_Jwrkh7jqjyqrS4h2qCdziiZRVplqX6n7SCYLn9PpwzhutI2YQ7rSN8vMoTraJLRnwjfkX0w3nfis2P0F/s400/songbirdsilhouette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204666567997714" /></a><br />Tiny little bird, GREAT BIG NOISE. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYLSBPwDrNNx4GoZTYHVAnG9uYO64DsEPioVTkU7ZaJtz38AbybIbbt1Jhqt8ULYFDGJMxCuwJxCR5IIuUmr9SrWmVmifzz1hd0EmNbvITcAOCMGBQWK3h17Xh8_XP6ClhzucQVYQSMdL/s1600-h/tucancillas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYLSBPwDrNNx4GoZTYHVAnG9uYO64DsEPioVTkU7ZaJtz38AbybIbbt1Jhqt8ULYFDGJMxCuwJxCR5IIuUmr9SrWmVmifzz1hd0EmNbvITcAOCMGBQWK3h17Xh8_XP6ClhzucQVYQSMdL/s400/tucancillas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204663972967250" /></a><br />And, of course, the Swainson's. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGYlTv4zSp1Yvu7yF_KlS3Z5d0bGh33YEuMk5o7p3V-qaup_hhJip0v1KP2tC5xm9bwQR0eyhETf-Y07ZQQSMmOhnBZt_lSSN1qC-jc4Pi3tQGubNhXQ-wKeYe9rb2fawUuW9a2cFjYAr/s1600-h/twoheadedmonkey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGYlTv4zSp1Yvu7yF_KlS3Z5d0bGh33YEuMk5o7p3V-qaup_hhJip0v1KP2tC5xm9bwQR0eyhETf-Y07ZQQSMmOhnBZt_lSSN1qC-jc4Pi3tQGubNhXQ-wKeYe9rb2fawUuW9a2cFjYAr/s400/twoheadedmonkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204656690935138" /></a><br />I'm very sad that these pictures didn't turn out better. Mama and baby white-face capuchin - which, incidentally, were the only species of monkey in Costa Rica to survive the yellow fever epidemic a few decades ago. There are gobs of them, but this is the family that lived by our house. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_o1WoaJfJJPfiLTc2_PvzDx5ISSg2vE72J3WLP8vpLK00hT4dSTGzXZUXpvqYr0ZdMHyIlXw2JhBz3jx1MCSG4dxy1Yil0IwUpb3s6wkFdkb1_ItSOBJbCM1xE0PvAD2BeO-k33VyiZ13/s1600-h/whiteraptor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_o1WoaJfJJPfiLTc2_PvzDx5ISSg2vE72J3WLP8vpLK00hT4dSTGzXZUXpvqYr0ZdMHyIlXw2JhBz3jx1MCSG4dxy1Yil0IwUpb3s6wkFdkb1_ItSOBJbCM1xE0PvAD2BeO-k33VyiZ13/s400/whiteraptor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204652062042866" /></a><br />Bird. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kingdom Arthropoda</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTiGkOoaimW66hYs4_siPF6WUWdgVVQyHBqoYFERLA52RDbnwem1pTNDF6g3icYB1QTRkhyTRvBkLX-ed5_MD6rCbgN2GiArtpkGRBJUHrg7rbvC8l_G99CmSuF5NnVI1W9-snwTyAOIi/s1600-h/anthill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTiGkOoaimW66hYs4_siPF6WUWdgVVQyHBqoYFERLA52RDbnwem1pTNDF6g3icYB1QTRkhyTRvBkLX-ed5_MD6rCbgN2GiArtpkGRBJUHrg7rbvC8l_G99CmSuF5NnVI1W9-snwTyAOIi/s400/anthill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204385141661490" /></a><br />This anthill was like something straight out of the last Indiana Jones movie. Hip high and ... shudder ... full of ants. (Baru)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEB0tSgzUmIr-LPJISWl5B9ojWX4pVNGTeofDirB4doAm9zN_vA_-n7om7KmM3QxDw5AKCqV1Fj2-vb4F1iAe0O8RXnnuqQLpUYiTnvw561t6Q4tqyZmpV5bcqsRz91zxO4GXnqSvA8oF/s1600-h/carspider.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEB0tSgzUmIr-LPJISWl5B9ojWX4pVNGTeofDirB4doAm9zN_vA_-n7om7KmM3QxDw5AKCqV1Fj2-vb4F1iAe0O8RXnnuqQLpUYiTnvw561t6Q4tqyZmpV5bcqsRz91zxO4GXnqSvA8oF/s400/carspider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204382288572114" /></a><br />This little bastard was in the door handle of our car. I grabbed him. I may or may not have screamed like a baby. (Quepos)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-iYBTYwGr73qifEgogSTNgeS9f-OCAjOwRtLFX-PPoboRkEEdzqDseHszM2fQJUoytmUl6O3KoSAb6yMyrOM9GiE47Iw17McX7bq5ffcOi8Z32FBrYJRlKZQR714BaTIUJlAkmHXI-gT/s1600-h/caterpillar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-iYBTYwGr73qifEgogSTNgeS9f-OCAjOwRtLFX-PPoboRkEEdzqDseHszM2fQJUoytmUl6O3KoSAb6yMyrOM9GiE47Iw17McX7bq5ffcOi8Z32FBrYJRlKZQR714BaTIUJlAkmHXI-gT/s400/caterpillar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204377974423074" /></a><br />This guy shoots those little spikes out. They hurt. (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MtHmCxUC7ZUlAiLoyzYwn8KrdbkUrxXaVag-oRV3nbe7OaFrilDZMnv_-fMxllb52dWxJwtFO-2TYtgMtkUryZUTt_JUGOi9xexs4x0OazzPF_DE0bt3Zh7Qm7Glxvy8hGu60sfjPl5-/s1600-h/crabs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MtHmCxUC7ZUlAiLoyzYwn8KrdbkUrxXaVag-oRV3nbe7OaFrilDZMnv_-fMxllb52dWxJwtFO-2TYtgMtkUryZUTt_JUGOi9xexs4x0OazzPF_DE0bt3Zh7Qm7Glxvy8hGu60sfjPl5-/s400/crabs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204372872057378" /></a><br />Got crabs? (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiGF650epeJKNOxnsyK2gXDoj4zyDQN-c6vCpq0GHMDrV8P3ZCGAAd3q2Qg-2Kt445Ld30lz3PMwTpmPyM1oxMrYu6n1xzjl6IBIupnmqOY3MDODYiHiS_6SMOQDwhBBLgCVa5TiQF2AB/s1600-h/leafcutterants.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiGF650epeJKNOxnsyK2gXDoj4zyDQN-c6vCpq0GHMDrV8P3ZCGAAd3q2Qg-2Kt445Ld30lz3PMwTpmPyM1oxMrYu6n1xzjl6IBIupnmqOY3MDODYiHiS_6SMOQDwhBBLgCVa5TiQF2AB/s400/leafcutterants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204191196057282" /></a><br />Zompapas, they're called, and they can strip an entire palm tree in a day. These guys have actually worn a five-inch wide path through the jungle. Very industrious. Scott thought perhaps we should hire them to work at the lumberyard. (Baru)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlgyKqfbme47Pm7NdO-zsDwaPy9MCjgGG0PnDYsh8qWd-LzF7wllZhJst-HooFTeLPM8fbnyHzlxyev9OuQehma7Js0bNU3qI5kq9_wPiFOrNOI7H6CdE7Rvyy0wWdVZjhaw-qHSAGVqd/s1600-h/magnificentowl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlgyKqfbme47Pm7NdO-zsDwaPy9MCjgGG0PnDYsh8qWd-LzF7wllZhJst-HooFTeLPM8fbnyHzlxyev9OuQehma7Js0bNU3qI5kq9_wPiFOrNOI7H6CdE7Rvyy0wWdVZjhaw-qHSAGVqd/s400/magnificentowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204187302967554" /></a><br />The Magnificent Owl butterfly. The other side of this guy's wings are bright blue - it doesn't look real. We chased him around for about a half an hour trying to get a good photo, but no luck. Maybe next time. (Baru Mariposaria)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHXyvXuI7HrlRE2bjiRF88ezvSs1T2p1nnWljl8oOEguePqnS8lWWs9fnK09MB6fCmtbBbpdwt2HsvW1e-o8lTgabPyRIZLE1zSNjmmSVhYnmhu9aPDIIYFVzGuREmiCo08AbbRI-Pz2G/s1600-h/mariposa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHXyvXuI7HrlRE2bjiRF88ezvSs1T2p1nnWljl8oOEguePqnS8lWWs9fnK09MB6fCmtbBbpdwt2HsvW1e-o8lTgabPyRIZLE1zSNjmmSVhYnmhu9aPDIIYFVzGuREmiCo08AbbRI-Pz2G/s400/mariposa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204182949224802" /></a><br />This butterfly had a name, but I'll be damned if I can remember what it is. Pretty? (Baru Mariposaria)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUJzyBKxr5gcTBHG9OQNAWQYn-artqqAytjHC6gq2lkGqPxvtwbtphh_oLzYUSu8vk6ia-2O2aJB-9gtNPjLYrp7EgSLPfx42tIbTzR7hjJUSFB18FM_Gt2nnYFoT5H1QaQZjGDHF-a5R/s1600-h/maspider.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUJzyBKxr5gcTBHG9OQNAWQYn-artqqAytjHC6gq2lkGqPxvtwbtphh_oLzYUSu8vk6ia-2O2aJB-9gtNPjLYrp7EgSLPfx42tIbTzR7hjJUSFB18FM_Gt2nnYFoT5H1QaQZjGDHF-a5R/s400/maspider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204178671440930" /></a><br />Big spiders here. And they're fast. Scott opened the screen door to bring out a plate of pineapple one day, and by the time he went back to close it, a spider had spun a web between it and the window. I was so sick of bugs by the time we left Costa Rica. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYeAZ6jmg6hYcOQNVTzbIx0Ea-2uwhJYMdl8fxNEtIgKAHPbBy30P58BWZE8u6hTNk1iwtpsXANkM0AkNPEoDoZlZ9pU3d5jhbMVRdlehJba8EjSrFf5yjYgxrLtki340EzptwsfkS-7I/s1600-h/rainbowcricket.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYeAZ6jmg6hYcOQNVTzbIx0Ea-2uwhJYMdl8fxNEtIgKAHPbBy30P58BWZE8u6hTNk1iwtpsXANkM0AkNPEoDoZlZ9pU3d5jhbMVRdlehJba8EjSrFf5yjYgxrLtki340EzptwsfkS-7I/s400/rainbowcricket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422204168423410802" /></a><br />Right freakin' on. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kingdom Plantae</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LdlnUubl9EE_0OimEMje9rXFw6T8oQjGmqu5UXHwqYHPgdwOELCKuzQ5Oej_bW-O7-BvKvOa8U4nDgkI6D03mOO8FCf-U3bfYKIj4cGx5gZg2JonmZjocax_CdVpmYDXy3uBl2o1vJLw/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LdlnUubl9EE_0OimEMje9rXFw6T8oQjGmqu5UXHwqYHPgdwOELCKuzQ5Oej_bW-O7-BvKvOa8U4nDgkI6D03mOO8FCf-U3bfYKIj4cGx5gZg2JonmZjocax_CdVpmYDXy3uBl2o1vJLw/s400/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203795953958162" /></a><br />Coffee. There's green and red, and I think the red is not the kind that we drink. But the monkeys like it! (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPq-vlIEUTro1xF9on6lkpmbGgpjc2vwnkL7DwtaZjC6o94-VMV1i-G12JvWvu3FBQVIOm9UXBX6bOU3t5Pz6lZB6LunCvpror-BBL2jYsaMK9seHllDJ9-dpj-iSiJXI05oJfXC40PKl/s1600-h/mangrovesplayamatapalo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPq-vlIEUTro1xF9on6lkpmbGgpjc2vwnkL7DwtaZjC6o94-VMV1i-G12JvWvu3FBQVIOm9UXBX6bOU3t5Pz6lZB6LunCvpror-BBL2jYsaMK9seHllDJ9-dpj-iSiJXI05oJfXC40PKl/s400/mangrovesplayamatapalo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203784686068386" /></a><br />Mangroves. (Refugio de Vida Silvestre de Playa Matapalo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhYludQwenIjV2GG9zDjrVT3PLPqVXUQlCjbBD28Rw-nnnUKNitP_7sOq39s8E7f10rz1LCSioDepHT3rMxYkRcBrF82bm8HS43YW9-zxm1cUb5-JmE50Mkj1zBOTQS4JgW8LwgKkfd9F/s1600-h/parasite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhYludQwenIjV2GG9zDjrVT3PLPqVXUQlCjbBD28Rw-nnnUKNitP_7sOq39s8E7f10rz1LCSioDepHT3rMxYkRcBrF82bm8HS43YW9-zxm1cUb5-JmE50Mkj1zBOTQS4JgW8LwgKkfd9F/s400/parasite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203782040420530" /></a><br />Parasites! (Dominical)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXQip-6U2zHdvj_0f9rAF4RNhDA0Qvx7uqgoOkG5Uf3STs7-hZkxn0KxyB-IRGwZ1Xo0dusOtcO6YqNngJiM95RLjqTL8TyYlhj7a9e5wdWwl4JLXv4adtweFViQUtpD20Y3UNGghFysM/s1600-h/pinkflower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXQip-6U2zHdvj_0f9rAF4RNhDA0Qvx7uqgoOkG5Uf3STs7-hZkxn0KxyB-IRGwZ1Xo0dusOtcO6YqNngJiM95RLjqTL8TyYlhj7a9e5wdWwl4JLXv4adtweFViQUtpD20Y3UNGghFysM/s400/pinkflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203777349687202" /></a><br />Pretty. (Dominical)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRtocwvHfRQLXzgci60saV1onOwN_hjGs3EfwbDSLsrK_xUx-bYQfwSCBxYIUehJ5m4EKwxkBB5obq6RWuowGkzagWLShImx6nIl_npDBcAJqApNXQKh8MpKLYYM79ND0tv8n8xD4qjea/s1600-h/redspire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRtocwvHfRQLXzgci60saV1onOwN_hjGs3EfwbDSLsrK_xUx-bYQfwSCBxYIUehJ5m4EKwxkBB5obq6RWuowGkzagWLShImx6nIl_npDBcAJqApNXQKh8MpKLYYM79ND0tv8n8xD4qjea/s400/redspire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203766827277762" /></a><br />More pretty. (Dominical)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AAdEXLhJZwN-NRUhvmn8GWCvP7ttpVdghmgEItOPkIn8LjaqQ2D0yCNK5frXGZHAnnEl7xR4AXLf-a38c-eLCH1UnVBoYnjBonC1Nzde6t4Lb2_SGT2YtVfv63Pon0COo70SI1fnNi2Y/s1600-h/sdtrangler.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AAdEXLhJZwN-NRUhvmn8GWCvP7ttpVdghmgEItOPkIn8LjaqQ2D0yCNK5frXGZHAnnEl7xR4AXLf-a38c-eLCH1UnVBoYnjBonC1Nzde6t4Lb2_SGT2YtVfv63Pon0COo70SI1fnNi2Y/s400/sdtrangler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203160802608722" /></a><br />Jungle. It's, uh, green. (Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhV_mq5emBjIa6yILEjb25EIVqO4YIaYCCS_4OKhpYk6IYh_TJqvmirPwl7dr3K3xwALyV3EBX3AVkSIdxpSrVXtzj3xaHRuDkgVa_cynzp-y4ZYkLwi4xOpYwRz5PvfdtYyljjCbjiQ6/s1600-h/spinycedar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhV_mq5emBjIa6yILEjb25EIVqO4YIaYCCS_4OKhpYk6IYh_TJqvmirPwl7dr3K3xwALyV3EBX3AVkSIdxpSrVXtzj3xaHRuDkgVa_cynzp-y4ZYkLwi4xOpYwRz5PvfdtYyljjCbjiQ6/s400/spinycedar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203154230343970" /></a><br />Evil tree. This is called the Spiny Cedar. (Baru)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ogps_hNQ-YCHPVWE6qlamqa7HgopWYXH_9Wh11KUmmI1qSh0ZvKsiCY5QQAOHXqvjEXymxW-Ha8d7d7VXlrkLGaAU_CBuNNHfOzTy3_C5XXPJMOSwEManK-bGBpm70-EJLUQ05MJm1AP/s1600-h/tentacletree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ogps_hNQ-YCHPVWE6qlamqa7HgopWYXH_9Wh11KUmmI1qSh0ZvKsiCY5QQAOHXqvjEXymxW-Ha8d7d7VXlrkLGaAU_CBuNNHfOzTy3_C5XXPJMOSwEManK-bGBpm70-EJLUQ05MJm1AP/s400/tentacletree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203152334072194" /></a><br />I thought this tree might get up an walk away before I had a chance to take its picture. (Dominical)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XPgqnj0WFfzUwoWSu6pcVYICsiMYNuihXN9ElewGSnvtoSkLOQzayh6IZXHuzFVr-d7yr157dOQupuPy1VSMKd6mD-dvC9rO-dBrh0QOOsh7zScGDbRDWM6bgn8dyOAECiEDGgDE72qZ/s1600-h/wetleaf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XPgqnj0WFfzUwoWSu6pcVYICsiMYNuihXN9ElewGSnvtoSkLOQzayh6IZXHuzFVr-d7yr157dOQupuPy1VSMKd6mD-dvC9rO-dBrh0QOOsh7zScGDbRDWM6bgn8dyOAECiEDGgDE72qZ/s400/wetleaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203140286034306" /></a><br />Rainforest, right? (Hatillo)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQHf2QGUrUFEdMQ1YnMwjU9x6mv03R3yaFza55YKICwlt-vdtPsaHSHO-FHYX0oqJzUH0O_EDnh3fpH3iO35e65n9OHk0sikO_JGB_YQCpjal0KCD0zD3vZdqD2_a1pes_CL5NMJpVNAn/s1600-h/yellowandorange.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQHf2QGUrUFEdMQ1YnMwjU9x6mv03R3yaFza55YKICwlt-vdtPsaHSHO-FHYX0oqJzUH0O_EDnh3fpH3iO35e65n9OHk0sikO_JGB_YQCpjal0KCD0zD3vZdqD2_a1pes_CL5NMJpVNAn/s400/yellowandorange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203133344849586" /></a><br />Ooooh. Aaaaah. (Baru)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-56208579714504025842009-12-28T11:03:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:05:14.006-08:00Davey Jones's ... pool?Scott was certain that I was leading him to certain death when we first got in the pool. Here he is learning to tread water, which - he has informed me in no uncertain terms and in all seriousness - is "too hard". He got out of the pool when the buzzards started circling. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YYAkN_v8b6vsc9MlupzlEfaMD3kk3dSYvfRYM0Xd9ySgbylfpi-tGxPhSGVzAFwwZtmcWbGjQz7GBG6-CLn-lqPE3wz6EJM59MepzQfeEjJxxHiP_bU720aFGMrw_1bMuNgBzYIxtsnI/s1600-h/heswims.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YYAkN_v8b6vsc9MlupzlEfaMD3kk3dSYvfRYM0Xd9ySgbylfpi-tGxPhSGVzAFwwZtmcWbGjQz7GBG6-CLn-lqPE3wz6EJM59MepzQfeEjJxxHiP_bU720aFGMrw_1bMuNgBzYIxtsnI/s400/heswims.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364860554400978" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-46457439167498265372009-12-28T11:00:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:02:58.409-08:00CrittersThe obligatory bird shot:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzTGecFliE9ou3zmouRKgkzng-Uc_ZSJ5FWRaYtr0fj_ASJqvjxv2izzLStJKUTAj2VK17VWa1N5gDEbyBzcp08WoLZG6xL1fZiopuNHbGZ_RFKGZ_gyXd1YtmR8SXs31ruILUtoMd0RG/s1600-h/obligatorybirdshot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzTGecFliE9ou3zmouRKgkzng-Uc_ZSJ5FWRaYtr0fj_ASJqvjxv2izzLStJKUTAj2VK17VWa1N5gDEbyBzcp08WoLZG6xL1fZiopuNHbGZ_RFKGZ_gyXd1YtmR8SXs31ruILUtoMd0RG/s400/obligatorybirdshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364378559023042" /></a><br />Scott's little buddy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbzwI6oW_iFv3P_EmgS9p9KafZbOss7KIG5K_nnUFeM-Uj66jL9ESocISUQwybAlItSJ8rUOlZcFSOi-wcL2TY6FcP7H_qYtiNs9hVHzltwDGQRm1mG-Dpq81FCOLNzcxahYKHchpvPXd/s1600-h/frog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbzwI6oW_iFv3P_EmgS9p9KafZbOss7KIG5K_nnUFeM-Uj66jL9ESocISUQwybAlItSJ8rUOlZcFSOi-wcL2TY6FcP7H_qYtiNs9hVHzltwDGQRm1mG-Dpq81FCOLNzcxahYKHchpvPXd/s400/frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364099328670498" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-30156015350880876592009-12-28T10:58:00.001-08:002009-12-28T11:00:08.070-08:00La Soda Ericka!Ooh, and look what we saw on the way:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGcwRlObd9YeTutUdm0gPf53RryA4kJVlWZmVqM9TbFwlZm-tvl35Nvg33Zb0LhkknLPLbn0Q5JP3FSrCTx3bNnq-u6KmxifILdMTIwdY9tf3tHceqA9f4p88zi6to4L_bN7C-dLGqMVy/s1600-h/sodaericka.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGcwRlObd9YeTutUdm0gPf53RryA4kJVlWZmVqM9TbFwlZm-tvl35Nvg33Zb0LhkknLPLbn0Q5JP3FSrCTx3bNnq-u6KmxifILdMTIwdY9tf3tHceqA9f4p88zi6to4L_bN7C-dLGqMVy/s400/sodaericka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363764723809858" /></a><br />We didn't go in, though. It was kinda creepy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-11820095439327462002009-12-28T10:55:00.000-08:002009-12-28T10:58:44.571-08:00Feliz Navidad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrHdF2NHzmTQugEMXeOz7gYj4LeplqK7OdevIRnI1BPkjyrN7v80SrePhyI2fTq1ZO_Izt5UTaeuDFsLE_T13xOp-my6qBSHfiYoLdMI3g4-Lv5H8JCie977uYMdvlyXR5LA1eF5OGVOR/s1600-h/sandytoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrHdF2NHzmTQugEMXeOz7gYj4LeplqK7OdevIRnI1BPkjyrN7v80SrePhyI2fTq1ZO_Izt5UTaeuDFsLE_T13xOp-my6qBSHfiYoLdMI3g4-Lv5H8JCie977uYMdvlyXR5LA1eF5OGVOR/s400/sandytoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363376082609858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJtWQM3vp7G3jDlWoi5oroHocBaLsn6XWv5O5WqRi2xdAb5RPyxKwYf_USo_cTx5p0wVIjoPtMV9slhR7fp8h8KWN3fM-tUfNPCbyjJM5j0F1FjtCpNnnUf4PkOxZ-ii-9EXgYuCTfQYX/s1600-h/feliznavidad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJtWQM3vp7G3jDlWoi5oroHocBaLsn6XWv5O5WqRi2xdAb5RPyxKwYf_USo_cTx5p0wVIjoPtMV9slhR7fp8h8KWN3fM-tUfNPCbyjJM5j0F1FjtCpNnnUf4PkOxZ-ii-9EXgYuCTfQYX/s400/feliznavidad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363055169378130" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-41772284207327857972009-12-28T10:45:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:07:34.803-08:00Spanish lessonsBanana Split - La Banana Split<br />Pineapple - Pin~a (I can't figure out how to get the tilde to work on this computer, sorry)<br />Watermelon - Sandia<br />Six hour drive from hell - Solo' dos horas, faci'lUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-14233864910316118632009-12-28T10:39:00.000-08:002009-12-28T10:52:10.656-08:00Bridges? We don't need no stinking bridges.We took our trusty Suzuki down to Corcovado National Park yesterday - out on the Osa Peninsula, which is in the southwest of Costa Rica. We passed through Puerto Jimenez and travelled on to Carate - a distance of about 300 kilometers, round trip. We left at 8 in the morning and returned.... at 8 in the evening. We stopped for lunch and for gas. That was it. And here's why:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlAX4U26OGV4dPAwQyMBe08bjZe7OUd-Wgc1Vd2AqGAiBDYGz_KUOHy2owmimZB1PYcpO_9RJNblKa_fAMnaA2NDaqA3KH5MS54s6ukT-Co9EE1ihkoH5pwL9IxugH0cVQo0l9JLWoz1a/s1600-h/dirthighway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlAX4U26OGV4dPAwQyMBe08bjZe7OUd-Wgc1Vd2AqGAiBDYGz_KUOHy2owmimZB1PYcpO_9RJNblKa_fAMnaA2NDaqA3KH5MS54s6ukT-Co9EE1ihkoH5pwL9IxugH0cVQo0l9JLWoz1a/s400/dirthighway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420358964412563138" /></a><br />The Costa Ricans value many things more than the quality of their highways. When they're in good shape, they're in great shape; but when they're not... <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiii223z8fPQ87vCWq7q3RbEn0PAyDm450iqFCWDHOgfHYbnrvgMEfDSqERcuKtneWRmOLH3xi3tTsPPQeZZQYh5Ws47dMma3iCBm5oWlO1N1HJ4tuPLbxpAiFyH40DZVg1z7Y7lEUjBeiw/s1600-h/worsedirthighway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiii223z8fPQ87vCWq7q3RbEn0PAyDm450iqFCWDHOgfHYbnrvgMEfDSqERcuKtneWRmOLH3xi3tTsPPQeZZQYh5Ws47dMma3iCBm5oWlO1N1HJ4tuPLbxpAiFyH40DZVg1z7Y7lEUjBeiw/s400/worsedirthighway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359301505998882" /></a><br />Luckily, it was an astonishingly beautiful drive. The sun was out and the sky was clear (until dark, natch, when the rainforest really earned its name). And Corcovado, or the 200 sq meters of it that we had time to look at, was brilliant. And green. <br /><br />Part of the problem in getting to the park was the recent (?) decision of the Costa Rican board of Transportation to renovate all of their old bridges. Which, all in all, was a good idea:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDEalrGKACszqTfFuNK9ctJHeVFRpkWQlHJGH-uWJcpXkwEqXqDLW-ZI4OdYQKSv3TNJc5_oS4zahpdOs00eQ2hx_0y7oiA_izo_KR9j9WUY2l7699LCDsoTpTqDQajQgdeDSJPmpMICi/s1600-h/shittybridge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDEalrGKACszqTfFuNK9ctJHeVFRpkWQlHJGH-uWJcpXkwEqXqDLW-ZI4OdYQKSv3TNJc5_oS4zahpdOs00eQ2hx_0y7oiA_izo_KR9j9WUY2l7699LCDsoTpTqDQajQgdeDSJPmpMICi/s400/shittybridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359625289512658" /></a><br />We drove over several of these on the way south, and let me tell you, I thought the bones were going to pop out of my knuckles I was holding on the steering wheel so tightly. You could hear the steel slats twang under the tires. And some of those holes looked plenty big enough for a little Suzuki Jimmy to fall right through.<br />And somewhere around Puerto Jimenez, they just decided: "Screw it."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSNEVWqrguVmiEx7mD7eokBAt8nDiCc9WRBJWGOXIHPxrqt74nHVweDkbgNZaguF2f_qS6NZ3LJ2AoT_tzPvD5ZnZF8Cb5AMXdmF6BHktodCeqsx_mWtEc6-kH88dXnaeRsFTzzJiqtLg/s1600-h/nobridge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSNEVWqrguVmiEx7mD7eokBAt8nDiCc9WRBJWGOXIHPxrqt74nHVweDkbgNZaguF2f_qS6NZ3LJ2AoT_tzPvD5ZnZF8Cb5AMXdmF6BHktodCeqsx_mWtEc6-kH88dXnaeRsFTzzJiqtLg/s400/nobridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359965760299378" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-15698107835686380242009-12-28T10:30:00.000-08:002009-12-28T10:55:07.336-08:00CorcovadoAnd see, it was all worth it:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY7KqMwV6_6g1lIemL8zhcLZWhPoKG3lDtQCcI2btiuJmFGop8IyvmwjqsFtliuX6paTaXnBwhX0EXYQKhPurkPGKpRPiTH147NtqXx7mboUzKYGRnYxzeI6kIwQkgldMDOKRWueZ9CEUI/s1600-h/corcovado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY7KqMwV6_6g1lIemL8zhcLZWhPoKG3lDtQCcI2btiuJmFGop8IyvmwjqsFtliuX6paTaXnBwhX0EXYQKhPurkPGKpRPiTH147NtqXx7mboUzKYGRnYxzeI6kIwQkgldMDOKRWueZ9CEUI/s400/corcovado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420362409493542050" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-48247278396467311062009-12-23T11:58:00.000-08:002009-12-23T12:00:29.797-08:00Hi, honey!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhkSfqK2ZoEgkf3SQ_NZdL7vnrZbqa7Hf9bR-5XDMdDnTduB5pM7zYHnn91rIXukAmtdzxedpd0DEJewRClyBda1iod1PDR58Wy6UklM_n2P7sNMXiM0TzpWMQPFG5c-CT84-FpB79GtT/s1600-h/monkey.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhkSfqK2ZoEgkf3SQ_NZdL7vnrZbqa7Hf9bR-5XDMdDnTduB5pM7zYHnn91rIXukAmtdzxedpd0DEJewRClyBda1iod1PDR58Wy6UklM_n2P7sNMXiM0TzpWMQPFG5c-CT84-FpB79GtT/s400/monkey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418523793354794802" /></a><br />And I was so sad to leave Erin in the United States, but here she is on our patio!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-72897905823613599872009-12-23T11:56:00.001-08:002009-12-23T12:00:43.211-08:00Like, whoa.What you are about to see is real. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuHBBRY_jD6HPieBYH-N00eziAGKke2qnZZxpB1JYPFdqlZn9uWhxeGoLGXG4qHpe0rcz6_2MU2NUhaznDAYUlWVrUCKKZMuYzaRTMcDlh0eyiCLQY0iFLkOCKhBgcdNnPRIQxB4hmW-Y/s1600-h/scott+in+ocean.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuHBBRY_jD6HPieBYH-N00eziAGKke2qnZZxpB1JYPFdqlZn9uWhxeGoLGXG4qHpe0rcz6_2MU2NUhaznDAYUlWVrUCKKZMuYzaRTMcDlh0eyiCLQY0iFLkOCKhBgcdNnPRIQxB4hmW-Y/s400/scott+in+ocean.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418523216525833058" /></a><br />That is actually Scott, and he is actually in the ocean. Granted, he's only toe-deep in a receding tide, but it's a start.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-85539629013014860452009-12-23T11:38:00.001-08:002009-12-23T11:56:03.094-08:00Spoiled Brats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTM2v1LgZLujMWoVqnrWcqYic7V67t-odqnCcRwfTPKBzWNgyQgk74Ddqddd_mEfOoaEl4rb-EhaEQ-j1JhXWrV-Er4l3Wlu6eUA8zn43bOAYD1jcD7PLyiBwY_afCXYSbw3dNwY3wEJx/s1600-h/laentrada.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTM2v1LgZLujMWoVqnrWcqYic7V67t-odqnCcRwfTPKBzWNgyQgk74Ddqddd_mEfOoaEl4rb-EhaEQ-j1JhXWrV-Er4l3Wlu6eUA8zn43bOAYD1jcD7PLyiBwY_afCXYSbw3dNwY3wEJx/s400/laentrada.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418522014342804834" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmvLolHEJRub3r8PRHV3usvlyPY19Guko31-5RVvzYxf5Spb0UZ-nK73JRuJgc4rRmoBnhQTzfTdfiSeIVupf3ZIvFogn2n-wq-lL2_Er00V011gG6WehqZ3MBHI734_JOXjpWGacv9az/s1600-h/nuestracasa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmvLolHEJRub3r8PRHV3usvlyPY19Guko31-5RVvzYxf5Spb0UZ-nK73JRuJgc4rRmoBnhQTzfTdfiSeIVupf3ZIvFogn2n-wq-lL2_Er00V011gG6WehqZ3MBHI734_JOXjpWGacv9az/s400/nuestracasa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418522422586441106" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY008OOlOfwW8AlJWJLqw13-EgeviDwPUMloDR7I2LCj9WxbW-B9yjzMSLtl4-14YbvdJcGsqYcOVmWp8wTl1bqN8-ps9FQ3-wG2PpYkXHY4ZKY02O7WsKnR6j10Pr9xL1Xq_maELdGo7q/s1600-h/Bettersunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY008OOlOfwW8AlJWJLqw13-EgeviDwPUMloDR7I2LCj9WxbW-B9yjzMSLtl4-14YbvdJcGsqYcOVmWp8wTl1bqN8-ps9FQ3-wG2PpYkXHY4ZKY02O7WsKnR6j10Pr9xL1Xq_maELdGo7q/s400/Bettersunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418522718213141714" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-73617272094966853352009-12-23T11:17:00.000-08:002009-12-23T11:26:40.122-08:00Frog poop?! This is awesome!Some things you should know about Costa Rica:<br /><br />1. It's freaking hot here.<br />2. The tiny green frog that met us at the front door has enough poison in him to kill eight grown men.<br />3. The proprietor of the Soda La Unica has informed me that it has indeed snowed here. Twice. Which I am inclined to disbelieve (see #1), but he has kindly taken to speaking Spanish to me as one might speak to a small and mentally challenged child, which has allowed me to understand about half of what he says. So, sure, it's snowed here. Dos vezes.<br />4. The bullfrogs are in their mating season. And they're nocturnal. And very, very noisy.<br />5. When the sign says that the road is "en mal estado", they are SO NOT KIDDING.<br />6. Shouting "Vamos, Guatemala!" at the international - but mostly Costa Rican - bike racers is not in your best interests.<br />7. My Spanish sucks. (See #3)<br />8. There are bugs, bugs, bugs, and more bugs. Did I mention that there are bugs here? Tiny little bugs that you have to rinse off of your toothbrush in the morning, bugs in your bed, bugs in the sink, bugs on the walls, and the hammock, and in the pool; there are also huge giant moths that can cover up an entire light bulb. Ants that can strip an entire palm tree in a day. Medium sized bugs that bite. And weird little palm-sized beetles that Scott likes to fling at the frogs. The frogs like Scott. Which does not stop them from pooping all over the patio.<br />9. When it decides to rain here, it does not screw around. Seek cover.<br />10. We may not come home. This place is amazing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-65649762548367258042009-11-21T18:27:00.000-08:002009-11-21T19:39:42.535-08:00Strap on those bags and get to work!Scott decided today that we didn't have enough to do at home. So we went up to help out Bill and Chad and the boys on their project up in Northwoods. It was exhausting - but very fun. Except the part where I had to use the Sawzall. And maybe when the grinder got away from me and tried to take my leg off. But other than that, a great (and productive!) day was had by all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89iBEZOLHWuAglZx4b0DOjJM2cCFTvbjXPHcZhvfSxNQST2dYWbArxFubcLedWx5vQ3R593mXaqYOU75LKlS0ipvZrXaWz3w3MfwKl93Lg1YRc2ZBYNqe6WpllYbjTBhRt8-5P2Ilx1cM/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89iBEZOLHWuAglZx4b0DOjJM2cCFTvbjXPHcZhvfSxNQST2dYWbArxFubcLedWx5vQ3R593mXaqYOU75LKlS0ipvZrXaWz3w3MfwKl93Lg1YRc2ZBYNqe6WpllYbjTBhRt8-5P2Ilx1cM/s400/IMG_1410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406749673413286754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaK2W5_6As2X9-BYA8MUiAON7-3E-D-TIiPeW9TGnPjzy3LhiflEJj8cyOe6DeHLq16ec0jZvJissRbA4ENwCDMDTxRf-Vlt8ZmMav11O2YdGvdrA4EZj6DUkYFJZPmgddb639sc-g_OP/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaK2W5_6As2X9-BYA8MUiAON7-3E-D-TIiPeW9TGnPjzy3LhiflEJj8cyOe6DeHLq16ec0jZvJissRbA4ENwCDMDTxRf-Vlt8ZmMav11O2YdGvdrA4EZj6DUkYFJZPmgddb639sc-g_OP/s400/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406749664835196242" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-27399745873073974622009-11-08T18:06:00.000-08:002009-11-08T18:07:29.842-08:00..for those embarrassing moments.Most commonly asked question at our dinner party last night:<br /><br />"Why do you keep tongs in your bathroom?"<br /><br />Well...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-35602791358052851262009-11-03T19:29:00.001-08:002009-11-03T19:30:02.997-08:00Life is not fair.Why does Scott have the shapeliest ankles in our family? Harumph.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-70909041814422905402009-11-02T20:14:00.001-08:002009-11-02T20:16:55.497-08:00Why I Love My Husband<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbO8SrlTOXr3aOCrPh6A_8oMtjYMX-VJTP1D4jHfd1HXzpouVyq-p9H1uG9HgJyNpdJqhP-lCZe7ZJhkBWVFrysnZ87ehZ7GQvHtMIYoR2WGL2X47Ktk0f6X4W-sKjcIpc4wNbNXK2oQL/s1600-h/sport.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbO8SrlTOXr3aOCrPh6A_8oMtjYMX-VJTP1D4jHfd1HXzpouVyq-p9H1uG9HgJyNpdJqhP-lCZe7ZJhkBWVFrysnZ87ehZ7GQvHtMIYoR2WGL2X47Ktk0f6X4W-sKjcIpc4wNbNXK2oQL/s400/sport.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399726264121182962" /></a><br />Reason #143: Such a good sport.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-70674973991673676502009-11-02T20:10:00.000-08:002009-11-02T20:16:29.476-08:00Smell My Feet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkytYXpwqgdJszCmeMamRvzkxLOyDG3GU3Za5iXnUrdv6URIR57MLmOeeEL0sGfw6gd8sOGzkt2XPrNAkVDSkopAFAuErhtlS3TgHMdj6Pd4BAzNTM1yMgNv34tvp4GOPZvFgCzZGyZrpN/s1600-h/socks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkytYXpwqgdJszCmeMamRvzkxLOyDG3GU3Za5iXnUrdv6URIR57MLmOeeEL0sGfw6gd8sOGzkt2XPrNAkVDSkopAFAuErhtlS3TgHMdj6Pd4BAzNTM1yMgNv34tvp4GOPZvFgCzZGyZrpN/s400/socks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399725393559299826" /></a><br />Thanks Grandma Beth for keeping us in the height of footwear fashion. (Hopkins, though not participating in the socky goodness, is fond of showing off his new winter snow-pants-furry-butt.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254436015551107792.post-28634044247907431562009-11-01T17:41:00.001-08:002009-11-02T20:17:45.570-08:00Baby steps, Bob - baby steps.Since you haven't seen any home improvement updates in approximately two years, you may be thinking to yourself, "Self," you might say, "Those darn clever kids must have finished that house." <br /><br />Boy, would you be wrong.<br /><br />Our bathroom no longer looks like a WonderBoard dungeon, mostly:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOENiXVcUvBG-K4R0hZ51cQW2ljmvDsGysiivRImBxTedzGglWncHz2nEphTGYjtbwlF6C1iGZpcGtWu7OyIj6W85b5V1hmibG_6uUV71G3IZWZSeXCfWMygKm-wetpvEACLvPKs8jAIT/s1600-h/tile.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOENiXVcUvBG-K4R0hZ51cQW2ljmvDsGysiivRImBxTedzGglWncHz2nEphTGYjtbwlF6C1iGZpcGtWu7OyIj6W85b5V1hmibG_6uUV71G3IZWZSeXCfWMygKm-wetpvEACLvPKs8jAIT/s400/tile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316375202022562" /></a><br />There was a frightening moment where we thought that we had ruined our ridiculously expensive natural stone tile with the dark brown grout. We did the necessary sealing and re-sealing prior to grouting, but immediately post-grouting our "natural variations in stone color" had become mostly "dark brown grout color". They have, with much scrubbing and cursing, returned to their naturally varying state.<br /><br />This did, however, require Scott to spend the better part of two days in this position (which - needless to say - has left all of his various bits and pieces grumbly and unpleasant to be around):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZmhsrH7ZmDvK0ph-CufbEl59qSBz-95g_WvnDAOZlWIWAXMnjxQUJjCyGEJcsEF6oVWJygRfSqZVK9R1n3U9pgHGpSXMOEf0jVEHboIMPi_H_EsTp08uFAuUKZkQwpkLhtxpNQciYdNh/s1600-h/cinderello.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZmhsrH7ZmDvK0ph-CufbEl59qSBz-95g_WvnDAOZlWIWAXMnjxQUJjCyGEJcsEF6oVWJygRfSqZVK9R1n3U9pgHGpSXMOEf0jVEHboIMPi_H_EsTp08uFAuUKZkQwpkLhtxpNQciYdNh/s400/cinderello.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316375593555682" /></a><br />He does have an awfully cute little bum, though, sore or not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0