<?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-13123748</id><updated>2012-02-11T15:11:26.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life's Highway</title><subtitle type='html'>My travels down the road and through life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123748.post-7384600077337959549</id><published>2012-02-10T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:11:26.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sliding Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever think about what would have happened if you had made a different decision in life and where you would be? It could be a big one like moving to a new city, picking a different college, saying yes to a job or marrying someone else. It's like the movie &lt;em&gt;Sliding Doors &lt;/em&gt;with Gwyneth Paltrow where it depicts her life if she makes the train and what happens or if she misses the train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7nDOiWF8H4/TzWgaBzzsiI/AAAAAAAAADw/b-E_ti50Q9g/s1600/MP900314105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707644471784747554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7nDOiWF8H4/TzWgaBzzsiI/AAAAAAAAADw/b-E_ti50Q9g/s320/MP900314105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a compass, if you are just a smidge off in the beginning you are great distances off at the end. I've been contemplating that the last few months. Were would I be if I hadn't stayed in Arizona? What if I had not applied for the position at Farm Bureau, what if I had said yes to this and no to that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of regrets I have in decisions I have made but find joy in the people I have met along the way and the things I have learned but I wonder what or where I would be in life if I had changed one decision. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my life and have been blessed with amazing friends and family but am curious if I would be standing in a hole in some field or building  today if I had majored in archeology instead of animal science in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know God has a plan for me and I take comfort in Proverbs 20:24 "A person's steps are directed by the Lord. How then can anyone understand their own way?" I know I will walk out of this shadow of doubt in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-7384600077337959549?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7384600077337959549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=7384600077337959549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/7384600077337959549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/7384600077337959549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2012/02/sliding-doors.html' title='Sliding Doors'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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/-P7nDOiWF8H4/TzWgaBzzsiI/AAAAAAAAADw/b-E_ti50Q9g/s72-c/MP900314105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123748.post-4471623760292059427</id><published>2012-02-10T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:33:41.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking...</title><content type='html'>I have had a lot of time to be thinking of things this past year. A lot has changed in my life and I've had a lot of windshield time to contemplate it. I'm going to try and post my observations and conclusions about life. My experiences both with Farm Bureau and just in general and those "life things" that I contemplate on my 50 plus hours of drive time each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made changes to the design of my blog and with a little help from my more hip blogging friends I will make a few more additons. I hope this will become a weekly post. So starting tomorrow there will be a post and feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-4471623760292059427?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4471623760292059427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=4471623760292059427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/4471623760292059427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/4471623760292059427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2012/02/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-7230054871226067834</id><published>2010-01-22T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:05:22.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with the Germans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a day taking some German farmers around southern Arizona. We met up in Globe and then went to Safford to tour a cotton gin and cotton farm. Then we traveled on to Willcox to tour a vineyard and pistachio farm then on to Tucson for a pumpkin farm then home. It was a long day but very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the highlight for the farmers, and for myself was the ride in the module-making cotton picker in Pima. Justin Layton, one of my farmers, has one of these new amazing machines that makes the module of cotton (the loaf) so it saves time and employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We began the morning with Scott Alder telling the group about&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1nt4T012tI/AAAAAAAAACM/aFKaulUZjk0/s1600-h/McCloy+Fellowship003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429632377422207698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1nt4T012tI/AAAAAAAAACM/aFKaulUZjk0/s320/McCloy+Fellowship003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how the cotton is ginned and how this gin can do both long and short staple cotton. Scott is also an expert on water so he was able to explain how the farmers are switching their irrigation methods to conserve water. Farmers in Gila Valley are now moving towards drip irrigation to save money and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After they visited the gin we went to Justin's farm (across the road) to see the drip irrigation system and to see the Case IH module making cotton picker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin was so nice to take each of the farmers and myself on a trip up and down the field. The&lt;br /&gt;carriage on the cotton picker would fill up about every third person or so which allowed us to see the module be dumped from the cotton picker. The way it is done without this type of cotton picker is to fill the holding carriage and then dump it into a metal box on the side of the field. Then two employees must mash it down tight to make the module. This new machine does it all so you just need the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are screens inside to tell you how much cotton is being picked from each row/acre and there is a camera that allows you to see how the cotton is flowing into the bin. It is very technical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1oCnto7SGI/AAAAAAAAACc/hbWlfYowzPA/s1600-h/McCloy+Fellowship075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429655182037960802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1oCnto7SGI/AAAAAAAAACc/hbWlfYowzPA/s320/McCloy+Fellowship075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1oC8BiPg7I/AAAAAAAAACk/bC6oZ7KkzDA/s1600-h/McCloy+Fellowship083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429655530976019378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1oC8BiPg7I/AAAAAAAAACk/bC6oZ7KkzDA/s320/McCloy+Fellowship083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the cotton farm tour we headed to Willcox to visit Cochise Groves and Golden Rule Vineyard. Another one of my farmers, Jim Graham and his wife own both. Jim was so nice to answer questions and talk about how he grows pistachios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1oD1bMGQ3I/AAAAAAAAACs/u53UpzISXVg/s1600-h/McCloy+Fellowship146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429656517115003762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1oD1bMGQ3I/AAAAAAAAACs/u53UpzISXVg/s320/McCloy+Fellowship146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our visit to Cochise Groves we drove to Tucson and out to Buckelew Farms for the Pumpkin Festival. Clint was so nice to talk to the Germans about growing pumpkins and the agritourism his family does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards I took them back to Phoenix and to their hotel where they were headed to the New England area to visit greenhouses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all it was very interesting and I even learned some new things as we were teaching them about farming and ranching in Arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-7230054871226067834?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7230054871226067834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=7230054871226067834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/7230054871226067834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/7230054871226067834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-with-germans.html' title='A Day with the Germans'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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/_knM7ojKEJgk/S1nt4T012tI/AAAAAAAAACM/aFKaulUZjk0/s72-c/McCloy+Fellowship003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123748.post-4476934166330256642</id><published>2009-10-15T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:35:59.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef.... It's What's definetly for Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent two days in Williams for our state board meeting. We had tours of two ranches- Perrin Ranch and Brooks Cameron's ranch. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteUVvGAqJI/AAAAAAAAABs/W5qjCAQxtWk/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392942179939297426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteUVvGAqJI/AAAAAAAAABs/W5qjCAQxtWk/s320/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture: Mike Mcauley talking about trees and water on the Perrin Ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a lot of dust but we had a lot of fun and even had a few 'races' on dirt road. To say the least, our trucks were covered when we were done and back to the hotel.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteTywW_oLI/AAAAAAAAABk/rjVjDbzi7gc/s1600-h/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392941578983547058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteTywW_oLI/AAAAAAAAABk/rjVjDbzi7gc/s320/DSC01618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tours and talking about how the ranchers are dealing with hunters and off-roaders and the drought in addition to the government regulations, we went to another ranch to have dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteVDKkTFkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uu7lP_ZZifs/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392942960408204866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteVDKkTFkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uu7lP_ZZifs/s320/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we had steak!!! Lots and lots of steak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteVcuIYHRI/AAAAAAAAACE/RgDvVaKFwb8/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392943399451499794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteVcuIYHRI/AAAAAAAAACE/RgDvVaKFwb8/s320/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-4476934166330256642?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4476934166330256642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=4476934166330256642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/4476934166330256642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/4476934166330256642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2009/10/beef-its-whats-definetly-for-dinner.html' title='Beef.... It&apos;s What&apos;s definetly for Dinner!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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/_knM7ojKEJgk/SteUVvGAqJI/AAAAAAAAABs/W5qjCAQxtWk/s72-c/DSC01620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123748.post-3064783855658582827</id><published>2009-08-28T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:04:14.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Magazine is Wrong</title><content type='html'>This week, &lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt; Magazine is running an article that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blatantly&lt;/span&gt; wrong about American agriculture. In the article "America's Food Crisis and How to Fix it". The author states that we are pollutants of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; and that we are factory farms that are pushing government subsidized crops down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;throats&lt;/span&gt; of our over medicated animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is dead wrong. We in America, have the safest and most affordable food supply. We have so many regulations that when we do use pesticides and fertilizers we have to fill out paperwork. How many times has the average &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; had to fill out paperwork to get a weed out of his yard with the weed killer he picked up at the Home Depot or local garden center. The regulations that American farmers and ranchers use in growing the food and fiber that the average &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; eats and wears is by far more than any other country in the world. The American farmer can now feed 143 people and in 1940 it was only 19.  In the last 40 years, the price that the farmers and ranchers have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; has been declining. Just because a person pays $12.00 for steaks at the store does not mean that the rancher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; $12.00. In fact farmers and ranchers make about 19 cents from every dollar spent on food. This means that farmers in the US need to be larger and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt; to provide the public with the safe and affordable food or they will go out of business. We complain about our gas prices and being dependant on another country for our energy. Can you imagine what we would pay if we were dependant on another country for our food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's agriculture isn't what it was even 20 years ago. You will find family farms and ranches that are large and incorporated- in essence they are the factory farms that people complain about. The way farmers and ranchers operate are economically viable to survive but they are also ethical, scientific and environmentally sound. Why would someone use a method that would be harmful to the land or animals that they are dependent on for their livelihoods. Farmers and Rancher for the most part live and work on and around their operations with their families. They feel an obligation to their heritage but also to their community and children's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would encourage people to read the article and then respond to the author about his very slanted and artificial story about the American farmer or rancher. And possibly invite him to another country to visit their farms and ranchers to see how it is in reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-3064783855658582827?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3064783855658582827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=3064783855658582827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/3064783855658582827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/3064783855658582827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-magazine-is-wrong.html' title='Time Magazine is Wrong'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-2857312733628862522</id><published>2009-08-18T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:49:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in Southern Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year I have about two weeks that are just extra crazy then my life goes back to just normal craziness. I just ended my two weeks. I drove over 2500 miles in two weeks and by the end I was tired of driving and felt like I really knew my songs on my IPOD. I also end up needing to get the truck washed. Usually it isn't as dirty as it was when I was done but normally I don't go through a mud puddle (or two).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/Sosfbb1bPeI/AAAAAAAAABE/A6V1iHn89Tg/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371421536758218210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/Sosfbb1bPeI/AAAAAAAAABE/A6V1iHn89Tg/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SosfcEkHfPI/AAAAAAAAABM/oMjKnbw1AYc/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371421547691474162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SosfcEkHfPI/AAAAAAAAABM/oMjKnbw1AYc/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my normal board meetings in Graham, Cochise and Greenlee Counties. Then I had two policy development meetings in Yuma and Pinal and I also had my first annual meeting (Pima) and just a regular event meeting back in Yuma. I love the policy development meetings because farmers and ranchers get together to discuss issue that are important to them and their respective industries. This year we had great discussion on immigration, health care, food safety and CDL requirements. Annual meetings are always fun because you get to visit with people who you only see once or twice a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I facebooked my entire two weeks and it was funny. I mentioned the checkpoint leaving Yuma and some of my friends from Oregon didn't realize that we have Border Patrol Checkpoints. They are really easy to roll through if you are legal citizens and are not packing drugs. I went through the one in Yuma twice in one week- once at night and then again two days later. So on my trip through during the day- I snapped a picture so my northern friends would know what those of us in Southern AZ deal with. Thankfully I don't have to go through this one daily like some of my friends have to. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371420672833257010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SosepJdqfjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gXK-z-ABbqU/s320/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371420683795870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SosepyTWsfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LC0wDlcUNck/s320/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my childhood prepared me for this job. See I am an only child and I spend a lot of time now by myself driving too and from meetings. So I am ok being by myself and enjoy my company. For example- I drove from Safford to Duncan last week for the Greenlee board meeting and only met 3 cars on the entire trip (two of them were once I reached the town. But Arizona is a beautiful state and the drive is always nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SosgijQnTzI/AAAAAAAAABc/E_l3zO8TH3U/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371422758522015538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SosgijQnTzI/AAAAAAAAABc/E_l3zO8TH3U/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/Sosgh_GIB2I/AAAAAAAAABU/aLT7eF6oMxg/s1600-h/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371422748814346082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/Sosgh_GIB2I/AAAAAAAAABU/aLT7eF6oMxg/s320/DSC01480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  Drive from  Safford                                                                                          Drive to Duncan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-2857312733628862522?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2857312733628862522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=2857312733628862522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/2857312733628862522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/2857312733628862522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-in-southern-arizona.html' title='A week in Southern Arizona'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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/_knM7ojKEJgk/Sosfbb1bPeI/AAAAAAAAABE/A6V1iHn89Tg/s72-c/DSC01475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123748.post-2060219571191987181</id><published>2009-07-29T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:54:02.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cochise County Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday I spent the afternoon and evening in Cochise County at their county Farm Bureau Picnic. We had a great tour of Cochise Groves, a pistachio farm and Golden Rule Vineyard. We had about 60 people show up and it didn't rain. It rained on me on the way there and just a few drops after I was headed back to Phoenix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363957056200688802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SnCahe1KxKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/foMuBeocewk/s320/img065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did drive through a mud puddle pretty fast and felt great about getting the truck a little dirty- made me think of home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363957049168324914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SnCahEohaTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IW6gmJw0KW4/s320/img064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned a few things about pistachios and wine grapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. pistachios that are red in color are dyed to hide the flaws and stained shells from harvesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. clear or natural shells are usually pistachios grown in the U.S. which means it comes from either CA (#1), AZ (#2), NM(#3) or TX (#4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pistachios don't actually grow out until almost harvest time, unlike all other crops such as corn, lettuce and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. a pistachio tree can last for up to 50 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Male trees don't produce nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Bees do not pollinate trees- it is done by the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Wine grape vines are cut for two years before they actually are allowed to produce fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Wine grapes taste nothing like regular grapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-2060219571191987181?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2060219571191987181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=2060219571191987181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/2060219571191987181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/2060219571191987181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2009/07/cochise-county-picnic.html' title='Cochise County Picnic'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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/_knM7ojKEJgk/SnCahe1KxKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/foMuBeocewk/s72-c/img065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123748.post-6258314004295286679</id><published>2009-07-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:35:31.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Bible School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been helping with the preschool group for Vacation Bible School. I know what you are thinking- preschool. I like little kids individually but as a herd it is a whole different story. I have come to the conclusion after only 3 days that it isn't too bad- although sometimes I think I may never have kids if I continue with the group. Ha Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out Sunday with 10 little kids but were able to pass four of them off to the Kindergarten class which only had 2. So we have six and they are really funny and very entertaining. We have three more days left. We have our lesson then head out to missions where we get to take a boat ride to visit different missionaries (Tuesday night was to some cowboy pastors in Idaho). Then we head to music and back for recreation and snacks then we get to go to crafts before heading back to our room to finish out the night with another snack and review the different lessons. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SnCWIbBBoxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BOJJuuLo8Gg/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363952227633439506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SnCWIbBBoxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BOJJuuLo8Gg/s320/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our kids are also collecting items to send to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soliders&lt;/span&gt; in Afghanistan. So we spent one evening during missions time coloring pictures and writing notes to put in all the boxes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363951847044906658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knM7ojKEJgk/SnCVyRNpfqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3nA7v0yzDoQ/s320/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to the conclusion though that I think I like babies more than I like any other age group- teens I don't really know what to say when they think their life is over and I can't really laugh at them (because that would be wrong). And little kids scare me a little so I like babies because you can smile and make faces and they just laugh and can't talk back to you and they still think you are funny and great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-6258314004295286679?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/6258314004295286679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=6258314004295286679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/6258314004295286679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/6258314004295286679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-bible-school.html' title='Vacation Bible School'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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/_knM7ojKEJgk/SnCWIbBBoxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BOJJuuLo8Gg/s72-c/DSC01441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123748.post-4871768025238679419</id><published>2009-07-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:10:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again... been a while</title><content type='html'>It seems like I can't keep up on this thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a lot of this year dog sitting or dad sitting. In October, dad had open heart surgery and I spent 3 weeks at home on the ranch. At the end of the 3 weeks, I packed up dad to come and stay with me (in my one- bedroom condo) for 5.5 months. It is very difficult to take a rancher and plop him down in the middle of mesa and expect him not to go crazy or to some extent drive you crazy in 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did have fun. When I was on the road to my various county Farm Bureau meetings, I would bring him along. He really enjoyed chatting with other farmers and ranchers. The weather may be different and some the crops were definetlydifferent but the issues were the same.&lt;br /&gt;He even got to tour a cotton gin and ride in one the the new Case IH module building cotton pickers. He really liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home in March and I started to dog sit and have done that off and on (more on) all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently in the middle of the county policy development meetings for all my counties. next week I start my county picnics. I really enjoy those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-4871768025238679419?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4871768025238679419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=4871768025238679419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/4871768025238679419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/4871768025238679419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2009/07/again-been-while.html' title='again... been a while'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-3717165744113529641</id><published>2009-01-20T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:16:48.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally catching up</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written here in a very long time- maybe because I haven't really traveled that much (out of state) since I went to Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have still been busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to keep posting on a regular basis now that I am back in the swing of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short catch up of things that have happened since 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I bought a house- really it is an oversized closet that is 780 square feet (two stories).&lt;br /&gt;2. I traveled to DC, Fargo, New Orleans and home in the last two years...&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad had open heart surgery again and is now staying with me until March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much the big items in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-3717165744113529641?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3717165744113529641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=3717165744113529641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/3717165744113529641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/3717165744113529641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2009/01/totally-catching-up.html' title='totally catching up'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115343550303127032</id><published>2006-07-20T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:54:42.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days in Yuma</title><content type='html'>I spent two days in Yuma this week. The County Farm Bureau had their policy development meetings and I was down there to assist them. It was fun and I enjoy going to Yuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first meeting and then the vice president met me at my hotel to take me by his house and grab his oldest son and the boat and then we went out to the river. You would never know such a beautiful place was so close to Yuma. There was so much water! Yuma is beautiful anyways with all the fields but the river so reminded me of home, that I was a little homesick that night. John let me even drive his boat which was so much fun. We then headed back into town and met up with his wife (very nice woman). She couldn't make it to the river with us because of her signing classes she is taking. I am a little envious that she can sign, I had tried to take a class a few years ago and just didn't have the time. We had a great dinner and just a great conversation. They are such great people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning after doing some research for the next meeting, I toured around the town and looked at the real estate that is for sale. The board is looking to replace their building and I wanted to make sure that I understood their options and what the area was like. I also met up with John again, this time out in Wellton. We met at his company shop and then he took me around to a few fields and showed me several crops. I really learned about cotton and think that I finally understand how the plant grows and what the grower has to do to make it productive. John also showed me some artichokes growing for seed. They look just like mini sunflowers as they dry out prior to harvesting. I also walked into a black eyed pea field and learned the how they determine when to harvest them. We also talked a lot about the vegetable industry and different things the growers need to keep in mind. Overall, it was a very productive couple of hours and I learned more in those two hours than in six years of sitting in meetings about vegetables and cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I still need to learn is how to walk into the fields. John just walked in, no problem, I thought I was going to fall over trying to walk down the row!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115343550303127032?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115343550303127032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115343550303127032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343550303127032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343550303127032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-days-in-yuma.html' title='Two Days in Yuma'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115343548606519646</id><published>2006-07-20T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:44:46.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon Hotel</title><content type='html'>I stayed the weekend at the Grand Canyon Hotel in Williams, AZ. We were up there for a retreat with work, but it is a cool little town and a cool hotel. It is the oldest hotel in the state and they are remodeling it to look like it did a hundred years ago. It is taking a lot of work because it stood empty for about 85 years. There is no AC in the hotel but every room has a fan and the windows were open for the breeze. The town is actually a happening place Friday nights. A group of us went to a local establishment and played a version of shuffle board (or something like that). We also played a little poker and had great fun betting the trail mix and especially raising a “raisin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is ever in Williams, they should try and stay at this hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115343548606519646?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115343548606519646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115343548606519646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343548606519646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343548606519646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/07/grand-canyon-hotel.html' title='Grand Canyon Hotel'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115343546036158257</id><published>2006-07-20T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:44:20.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Cari and the kids</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Fredericksburg around 4ish and Cari called and asked if I would pick up Chase from her dance class. That would be an adventure so I agreed. It was an adventure because I got lost and Chase tried to help me find my way back to their house but it wasn’t looking very good. I’ve been to see them quite a few times but I’ve never been the one driving. I happened to stumble upon an intersection that looked very familiar while on the phone to Cari so we were able to find our way to their house. They live outside of the town area. Once there, I unloaded my suitcase from my car and she told the babysitter everything she needed to know then we were off to play BUNKO with her friends. Vance was fishing with friends in NC that weekend and we probably passed each other on the road and didn’t even know it. BUNKO was great but we got back so late that I just fell into bed and then we were up on Saturday and after breakfast and Cari taking Chase for pictures, we decided to finish their home improvement project- painting the deck chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In order to finish the deck chairs we had to tape off all the wood slats (my job) and Cari painted them and then removed the tape once they were dry. We both taped the first two chairs and the last one but I think I got to the point where I could tape them in the time it took her to paint one and remove the tape from the other. We stopped once when the ice cream truck came by. It was a nice way to be productive and spend time with Cari. I was tired and sore though by the time we were finished because of standing bent over the chairs taping them. I even had a great little sun tan/burn on the back of my legs and on one foot where the sun hit me. We finished late afternoon and all took showers and baths (the kids had been playing outside this entire time) then we ordered some dinner and spent some time just relaxing. Sunday we woke up and just puttered around the house doing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen before I had to leave for the airport. I enjoy spending time with them and hate having to leave at the end of my stay. I was glad to get home though after being on the road for so long- it was nice to sleep in my own bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115343546036158257?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115343546036158257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115343546036158257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343546036158257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343546036158257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-with-cari-and-kids.html' title='Time with Cari and the kids'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115343541073279708</id><published>2006-07-20T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:43:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North Carolina and the Duchess of Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/softshell%20crab.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/softshell%20crab.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/dutchess.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/dutchess.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ron showing a soft shell crab (our dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being given the title "Dutchess of Arizona" by Queen Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/dutchess.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/softshell%20crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the plane on Saturday the 6th from Mexico and went home, unpacked and did laundry and repacked most of the same clothes for my trip to North Carolina. I left on Tuesday the 9th for Kill Devil Hills, NC for a Farm Bureau Safety Conference. I love these conferences because the people are so cool! I flew into Richmond because it was a shorter drive for me to NC than from Raleigh or Charlotte. This also gave me the opportunity to spend Friday evening through Sunday afternoon with Cari, Vance and the kids in Fredericksburg, VA (just 30 minutes north of Richmond).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed and picked up my rental car. I got a convertible because it wasn’t anymore money and they asked me if I wanted it. Why would I pass that up. The problem was, I didn’t know how to put the top down till I got to NC! The drive was amazing and it was so green and beautiful there. I passed through probably 10 counties on my drive there in 3 hours- in Arizona, I would have only passed through maybe 3 counties, if I was lucky. The hotel was cute and right on the beach. Kill Devil Hills is right next to Kitty Hawk, where the Wright Bros first flew a plane. I got there pretty late and just went to bed. I got up early the next morning and went down to the beach to put my feet in the Atlantic Ocean, something I had never done. The Ocean was so nice and the water was warm. The beach was amazing and I took pictures of my feet in the ocean. I was so occupied by taking the picture, I forgot about the waves till a big one came and soaked me almost to my knees. After that, I sat up on the deck of the hotel, right on the beach and sat in a rocker, put my feet up on the rail and took a nap in the sun with the ocean sounds. It was perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conference started at 1:00 p.m., and it was really great to catch up and see everyone. I missed last year’s conference so I had a lot to catch up on. It was nice to see the guys from NC as well. I had met some of their field staff when they were out here and so it was good to see them again. That evening after our meeting, a few of us went to dinner and then Kristin and I took the convertible, with the top down, to get a t-shirt from a billboard we saw on our way down to the conference. They whole way down, there were these billboards we saw (we talked about it later with a few others) that said “I got crabs from Dirty Dick’s” crab house. It was so funny it made us laugh. Kristin wanted a t-shirt for her husband and I couldn’t bring myself to buy one but I did buy a shot glass!! We had so much fun in the little store next to the restaurant that tears were coming down our faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I met Kristin and Marsha at 5:30 for a walk on the beach. We walked out for about 20 or 30 minutes and then turned back to the hotel. It was a real calorie burner. I was sweating and I’m not sure if it was from walking in the sand or from the humidity but I felt better when I was finished. That afternoon we took some tours and saw some soft-shell crab that we were having for dinner later. I doubt the ones we looked at were the same ones we ate but they were really good. We also toured a boat building company and the lost colony as well as the Elizabeth II (a boat the pilgrims came over on). We then met with the local county Farm Bureau board and had dinner which was yummy. It was pork, crab, shrimp, catfish and a whole bunch of over things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a special guest for dinner, Queen Elizabeth (the first). She came to welcome us to North Carolina and then proceeded to “knight” a few people. Darrell from Ohio was “knighted” as well as three individuals from the North Carolina Farm Bureau and myself!! I was “knighted” the Duchess of Arizona!! It was quite fun and entertaining. We all got some great laughs out of that.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we wrapped up our conference and I headed out around 1:00 to head back towards Richmond and then on to Fredericksburg for my visit with Cari and the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115343541073279708?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115343541073279708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115343541073279708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343541073279708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343541073279708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/07/north-carolina-and-duchess-of-arizona.html' title='North Carolina and the Duchess of Arizona'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115343522781605054</id><published>2006-07-20T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:40:27.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project CENTRL Goes South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/PC%20Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/PC%20Mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciudad Obregon, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2-6, 2006 Project CENTRL, my leadership class spent about a week in Mexico for our class trip. It was fun to see and hear all that the college is doing in the area. The college there, Institute of Technology Sonora (ITSON) is cutting edge in many aspects of colleges. I enjoyed spending time with growers and talking to them about issues they face such as labor shortages, trade concerns and industries moving to China for better labor rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as a class had a good time together as well. We all got together and bought Jason a donkey (our mascot) for his wedding present- we also got a Home Depot gift card for him and Becky but I think the donkey jokes had more mileage with our group!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to our class leaving for Mexico, we had a congressional hearing on Monday the 1st. I had never been to a congressional hearing before in person so I was fascinated by it. We also hosted the congressmen, their staff and the attendees for a BBQ. I was able to sit and visit with one of the congressmen from North Carolina and we had a great chat about agriculture and North Carolina, Farm Bureau and why he was in office. The other congressman from NC new some of the same people I did because a fellow FB staff person on the government relations side of NC had previously been on his staff. Jake is a good kid and we had fun in Cincinnati when we were all there for a conference a year ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115343522781605054?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115343522781605054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115343522781605054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343522781605054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115343522781605054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/07/project-centrl-goes-south.html' title='Project CENTRL Goes South'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115221260426551770</id><published>2006-07-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:03:25.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new job and a new truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/DSC05599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/DSC05599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/DSC05571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/DSC05571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/DSC05588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/DSC05588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/DSC05585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/DSC05585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new company truck. The front and door of my truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/DSC05608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/DSC05608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of my truck and the other trucks with my truck. I'm glad I have the one I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new job back in January. I’m still at Farm Bureau but I am in field services now. I am responsible for six county Farm Bureaus (we have 15 counties in the state and 13 have county Farm Bureaus). I pretty much am responsible for everything south of the Phoenix area. I love my new job because I get to be out with the members. With my new job came a new company truck.&lt;br /&gt; Kacie worked to get not have it be wrapped like her’s and Paul’s but they wanted to wrap it. Thankfully though it has nothing to do with a Dodge dealership so mine is just covered in agricultural products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115221260426551770?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115221260426551770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115221260426551770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115221260426551770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115221260426551770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-job-and-new-truck.html' title='A new job and a new truck'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115221140289242358</id><published>2006-07-06T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:45:27.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemen Start Your Engines!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/start%20finish%20line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/start%20finish%20line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/tony%20stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/tony%20stewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              On the start/finish line. Tony Stewart driver of the #20 Home Depot (favorite driver). I took this one far away so I could just focus on him when he was near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/dad%20and%20i%20at%20race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/dad%20and%20i%20at%20race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/kasey%20kahne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/kasey%20kahne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          Dad and I at the races. Kasey Kahne driver of the number 9 Dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/kevin%20harvick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/kevin%20harvick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/smoke%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/smoke%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Kevin Harvick driver of the #29 Goodwrench.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I in front of a Tony Stewart Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the track by noon to be part of a drawing for the NASCAR members club. I had signed up the day before and had to be there at noon to draw for prizes. The race didn’t start till later but we went early. Dad and I parked way out so we could get out of the race and not deal with traffic afterwards. Well I drew and won a chance to go down on the start finish line for driver introductions! We hung around and then went and found our seats. We had shopped a couple times for drivers of Dad’s friends that he had called and told them about the race the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped he had had fun on Friday night but the way he talked to his friends about it I think he had a blast. I think I may have got him addicted to it because he talked about coming down every April for the races. After getting to our seats and hanging out a bit and explaining the layout of the track to my dad, I went off to do the driver introductions. We all met and then went down to the start finish line where I got to sign my name and also put that Tony Stewart rocks!!! Then we lined up on either side of the stage so that as the drivers came off the stage, they would walk right through us to the trucks waiting. It was so cool because they were so close and they would slap or grab our hands. Kasey Kahne and Tony Stewart grabbed my hand, Kevin Harvick, Martin Truex and others slapped my hand and Dale Jr, bumped into me high-fiving a friend behind me. I got some great photos out of it and memories to last a lifetime. (If you get the NASCAR members magazine, I’m in the May edition on page 18, I’m there twice.) I then made my way back to my seat and joined Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and the race was really good. The radio chatter was interesting. They had red flagged the race at one point and Jr was telling a story about his driver from the night before. It was quite funny. I think Tony would have won it had they not been worried about gas. Greg Biffle also was worried about gas and I think he may have run out but Kevin Harvick won which was a big boost for him. I’m glad he won. We all had a great time and Dad found that he really like Biffle for a driver so we bought another shirt (Greg Biffle’s) for Dad before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the best race I had been to and am looking forward to November’s race!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115221140289242358?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115221140289242358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115221140289242358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115221140289242358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115221140289242358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/07/gentlemen-start-your-engines.html' title='Gentlemen Start Your Engines!!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115162268036742928</id><published>2006-06-29T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:11:20.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad comes for a visit</title><content type='html'>Dad came to visit for a week and he got here just in time for Easter and then I carted him around the state, first to Yuma (for some great BBQ) and then over to Willcox for meetings.  I kept telling him to rest for NASCAR weekend and I’m not sure if he believed me but I think I sent him home tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Yuma for their monthly meeting and got back in time to meet Aunt Marjorie and Uncle Jake to go to a Dbacks game. They have really good season tickets and so I knew the view would be great. Dad had never been to a major league baseball game so it was fun to share it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I left work early and we headed out to PIR for the Busch Race. I had mentioned in February to a board member how much I loved NASCAR so he ended up giving me tickets for the SRP booth over turn 1. I had already bought my weekend race tickets so I sold my Friday tickets to John and Tracy. We got there early so we could shop. I explained to my dad that you do all the shopping on the Busch race day rather than waiting till the Nextel NASCAR race because things sell out and the crowd is much deeper.  We walked around and I bought a couple Kasey Kahne (2nd Fave) items and a lot of Tony Stewart items (he’s my favorite!!). I checked out Dale Jr.’s stuff but had most of it so I bought a t-shirt to give as a present. Dad bought a shirt and hat from Jeff Gordon (tried to stop him but didn’t really work). We also picked up our radio and a few other things. Dad didn’t really have a favorite driver so I told him about most of them. He hung out at the snack bar while I hiked back to the truck to put our stuff away. I had parked about 2 miles out (the furthest you can park) so we could get out easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed into the race and we had a great view of the track and free food and drinks all night in addition to the gift bag that SRP gave all their people. They were great seats but I think I like being in the stands with all the people because you can scream and yell and cheer. Most of the people in the box were there to socialize and not really watch the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Harvick won and I told Dad all about him. I was happy for him. He burned rubber clear down by us! Many of the accidents also happened by us so it added to the excitement for Dad. We were tired when we climbed in the truck to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115162268036742928?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115162268036742928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115162268036742928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115162268036742928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115162268036742928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/dad-comes-for-visit.html' title='Dad comes for a visit'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115162199577313601</id><published>2006-06-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:59:55.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On our way home...</title><content type='html'>April 9, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana’s plane was leaving for England at 6 am. Our guide told her that she would need to have her wake up call at 2 am and bags outside the door at 2:30. At 1 am, the phone rang (this is just a couple hours after going to bed), it happened to be our guide. Dana was supposed to leave at 2 am- not wake up at that time! So she threw her stuff together and got ready and left. Which was probably good for me so I wouldn’t cry at her leaving for England again. You never know how much you miss a friend till they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Dana gone, I slept until 7:30 then got ready and headed down to breakfast with Ang. We then walked down to a little store to get a few snacks for our long flight home. We headed via taxi with a cute driver, to the airport around 10:30 and was on our flight by 2.  It was pretty uneventful except that I spilled a whole glass of water on Ang and I during the flight.  When we hit Chicago, I checked my messages and there were work calls and a call from my friend Melissa M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had called to tell me that her and Andy D. had gotten engaged while I was gone. Mel is one of my closest friends and I kind of tricked her into telling me the ring size and what she wanted so Andy could get the ring and propose while I was gone. So it is true… all major things (so far only the good ones) happen to my friends while I’m out of state or country!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115162199577313601?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115162199577313601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115162199577313601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115162199577313601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115162199577313601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-our-way-home.html' title='On our way home...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115162196176134377</id><published>2006-06-29T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:59:21.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our final night in Athens</title><content type='html'>We arrived back at the hotel in Athens and found our rooms. We were taken to the Acropolis on the back side and dropped off. We took a stroll down by Mars Hill and the market place. We never saw that side before and were a little disappointed we never had the chance to shop there.  The marketplace was so close. We continued down to the restaurant and had dinner with Pam, Kay, Rudy, Rod and Kathy. The food was decent- the fish was really good. I wasn’t really impressed with it over all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the restaurant and saw the opposite side of the Parthenon and the marketplace. It was so pretty at night. Our driver met us and drove us back to the hotel the scenic way and we saw the Presidential Palace, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and of course the Temple of Zeus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hotel, we met Pam for a drink before heading off to our rooms. Dana and I shared a room so I could take a few things back for her to the states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115162196176134377?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115162196176134377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115162196176134377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115162196176134377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115162196176134377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-final-night-in-athens.html' title='Our final night in Athens'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115102265980096977</id><published>2006-06-22T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:30:59.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Corinth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/corinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/corinth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/judgement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/judgement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first picture is the place they believe could be Paul's first church in Corinth. The second is the Bema that Paul was brought to to be judged by the Jews.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived in Corinth! Paul and Andrew introduced the Greeks to Christianity. Corinth is one of the churches Apostle Paul sent letters to (I and II Corinthians in the Bible are the letters). Corinth, in Paul’s time, was about 150,000 people in population. Paul first traveled to Philippi and then left to preach in Theasolocia, Athens, and Corinth and then on to Ephesus. We visited all but Philippi and Ephesus on our tour. During one visit to Corinth, Paul was visited by Timothy and Silas. The first time Paul stayed in Corinth he stayed for 18 months. It was very peaceful there and I kept thinking that I may be stepping and walking where Paul walked centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site is divided into three levels. The temple of Apollo is the first thing you see when you enter. It is on the highest level. It dates back to the beginning of the 6th Century, making it the oldest temple. Hera’s temple in Olympia is the second oldest temple in Greece. The actual area of ancient Corinth is so small- you can see it’s entirety from anyplace in the area. A lot of the ancient town was built over by the current town. When you visit you look up from the edge of the ruins and there is a house that people live in right there. I think it would be cool to have that be your view out your bedroom or kitchen window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second level is the Agora- the Roman market place. We walked past the temple and Agora to the middle of the marketplace where a large marble slab that originally had a statute of Athena and an alter was located At one end of the marble floor was a location referred to as Bema. It was a tall balcony that officials would appear to give speeches or announcements. This is the place where it is believed that Paul was taken to be judged when he was accused by the Jews. Three months after that incident, he sailed for Ephesus. Across the marketplace has a store that was rebuilt from the stones. It is believed that this is the location of Paul’s first church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking on that level you take marble steps down to the third level. At the point that you begin to descend the steps, there is a spring the ancient city used for water. It still has water (you can hear it). The spring is in a stone circular building with pillars and windows. An early Christian church is located behind the spring.  The third level is the Lehighton road that leads to the port. This would lead from the port in Lechaion up to the main part of town and then up the stairs to the Agora area. The road is still remaining in the small section that is persevered. It is quite amazing to see it. There are ceramic shops located along it and this is where they believe Paul had his shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t get to spend much time in the ruins- there wasn’t even free time to walk around so I hope to go back and visit it again someday. We left the ancient city of Corinth and traveled to the Canal of Corinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canal of Corinth began construction in the 6th Century but stopped until 1881. Before the canal, boats were unloaded and using logs, they were drug across the peninsula (approx. 3 miles) and then reloaded and off they would go. The canal can only be used by small and medium boats.&lt;br /&gt; We first saw the Aegean Sea side of the canal and then we walked over (dodging cars) to see the Gulf of Corinth that leads to the Ionic Sea. I had my picture taken on both sides. We then board the bus for our final trip back to Athens. Once inside Athens and on our way back to the hotel, the temple of Zeus was pointed out again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115102265980096977?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115102265980096977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115102265980096977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115102265980096977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115102265980096977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/ancient-corinth.html' title='Ancient Corinth'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115102091492302045</id><published>2006-06-22T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:31:19.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary of Aesculapius and the Ruins of Mycenae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/tomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/tomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/theatre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/theatre1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entrance to the tomb of Atreaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanctuary of Easculapius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Napulia for Athens. Today we are going to be visiting Corinth!! I’ve been waiting the entire trip to come here. Before going to Corinth we had a few other places to see. We first visited the Sanctuary of Aesculapius amphitheatre. This place was very cool and amazing and I even cried. Dana and Ang had been talking about this place the entire trip. Aesculapius is considered by the Greeks to be the god of medicine. He was the son of Apollo and a mortal woman. The amphitheatre was built in the 4th century B.C. It has been known for its acoustics and performers don’t even need microphones for people at the top to hear them as if they were sitting right next to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina, our guide, started the demonstration of the acoustics by dropping coins and crumpling paper and tearing the paper in the middle of the theatre. I sat higher and it was amazing the clarity that you could hear everything with. Nina allowed people to try the acoustics by performing. Dana sang “You Raised Me Up” and it was so beautiful and I cried because the last time she sang that song was at Terri’s funeral. I taped her and Ang singing and it was hard to tape it while crying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the amphitheatre, we drove to a pottery place and watch a guy make a pot and another paint a large pot. We also shopped for some items while we were there. We then took a short drive to the tomb of Atreaus and the location of the ruins of Mycenae.&lt;br /&gt;The tomb is where the king of Agamemmon was buried. It dates back to 13th Century B.C. There are other tombs that exist in Greece, but this was the biggest and most preserved. Dana and I posed as lions in front of the entrance. It kind of smelled bad inside but it is a tomb and what do you expect- it’s not going to smell like roses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the road to the Mycenae Acropolis. The king was the only one to permanently live behind the walls. When there was danger those living outside the walls in town would enter inside the walls for protection. The walls were about six feet wide. We entered the acropolis through the Lion’s Gate. The acropolis was destroyed by fire and an earthquake (by this time, it seems like a theme). Inside the gate was a grainery because in excavation, they found jugs with carbonized grain inside (how cool is that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a neat area to visit. The poems of Homer describe many of the ruins we visited along our journey through Greece or ruins that were nearby. There was a monument to the prophet Elijah nearby. I walked to the top of the ruins. It was so peaceful up there and the scenery reminded me of Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the area and stopped in town for a bite to eat. The owner of the restaurant, a little old man, broke plates for us! We encouraged him to break a few more by yelling “Opah!!!” and he did a couple more and then stopped. We had been wanting someone to break plates, the entire time we were there but everyone- except him said no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115102091492302045?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115102091492302045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115102091492302045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115102091492302045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115102091492302045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/sanctuary-of-aesculapius-and-ruins-of.html' title='Sanctuary of Aesculapius and the Ruins of Mycenae'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115101861775003639</id><published>2006-06-22T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:23:37.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauplia and Megalopis</title><content type='html'>We headed to the town of Nauplia. Along the way we stopped at Megalopis were we had a little ice cream served by an older gentleman who didn’t speak any English but the very beautiful grandson (or maybe son) did. He told us how much we owed after getting our ice cream from the grandfather. We just used gestures and pointing to get some great ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our evening stop in Nauplia. Nauplia was a seashore town that was very quite and it reminded me of some beach towns in the states. Nina, our guide let us off in town for a short walking tour and then gave us about an hour to shop on our own. There were many cute shops and I even bought another purse. (I know a big shocker!) Dana and I had some extra time so we went into a cute little place and had a drink while we waited for the bus. We went to the hotel and had dinner and then spent the rest of the evening at the hotel piano bar with the rest of our tour group and even Nina, our guide, joined us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115101861775003639?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115101861775003639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115101861775003639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115101861775003639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115101861775003639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/nauplia-and-megalopis.html' title='Nauplia and Megalopis'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115084934595577589</id><published>2006-06-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:31:57.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/zues%20temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/zues%20temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/hera%20temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/hera%20temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/gym%20at%20olympia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/gym%20at%20olympia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posing as three Greek gods outside the temple ruins of Zeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hera's Temple and the stones in front are the location where the Olympic torch is lighted every four years in a ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gymnasium at Anient Olympia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April 7, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the hotel this morning and visited Ancient Olympia where the Olympics began. We arrived at the archeological site of the original Olympic games. In 1895 excavations began in the area. It was completely buried again by fire and earthquakes and this time they threw in a flood from the river Alphis for good measure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are temples to Zeus and Hera that people was able to come and worship them. The athletes would arrive one month early to have time to adjust. They would also take an oath to not cheat. The first building we arrived at was the gymnasium. The second building was the wrestling room where wrestling and boxing took place. Before the day was over there was actual wrestling that took place there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This area was inhabited by people in the 2nd millennium B.C. but later the area became a sacred place and no one lived in the area except for the priests. We also visited the temple of Zeus and several pillars were scattered around the base of the temple and across from the temple was an early Christian basilica that was built on top of the workshop that built the huge ivory and gold statute of Zeus that stood 35 feet tall!! It was one of the seven wonders of ancient Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the ancient stadium and there was a pedestal at one side of the field where the statute of the goddess of agriculture was worshiped on the first day of the games. Her name was Demetra. I brought back a miniature statute of her for Jim, Kevin and I. We aren’t going to be worshiping her any time soon but it was cool to see how important agriculture was to them back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hera’s temple was built in the 6th Century B.C. and for one whole century both Hera and Zeus were worshipped there until the temple of Zeus was constructed. The alter in front of Hera’s temple is where the Olympic torch is lighted every four years. After lighting the torch, it is carried into the stadium nearby where the first runner takes the flame to travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had half an hour of free time so we toured the gymnasium area were the wrestling occurred. Ang and I “wrestled” in the gymnasium for Dana’s camera. It was quite funny and I began to laugh and lost my balance and fell and Ang promptly kicked me while I was down and cheer for her victory. We had quite a few laughs over that!!! At each temple area in Greece, we would do some pose and take a picture as the “gods.” I’m sure some people thought we were disrespectful but it added to the humor of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking through the ruins, we visited the museum that goes with the site, inside were all the statutes that lined the pediment (top) of Zeus’ temple. One side had Zeus (without his head- PB!) and the other side was of Apollo. These statutes were bigger than us so the size of the temple was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115084934595577589?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115084934595577589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115084934595577589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084934595577589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084934595577589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/posing-as-three-greek-gods-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115084867409131015</id><published>2006-06-20T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:14:29.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bridge that took 115 years to build</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/bridge.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/bridge.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Charilos Trikoupis Bridge. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/torches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/torches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding the Olympic Torch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Delphi and headed back through the olive groves where some of the trees are 2000 years old. Our guide told us that olives that are to be eaten are hand picked and those to be used for oil are machine picked. Interesting agriculture facts!!! We continued on towards the water to a town called Itea where we sat by the sea and tried to drink some ouzo and still couldn’t acquire a taste for it. Itea was the port location of the old town of Delphi. We skipped the lunch and took the time to walk down the street to the shops and ran into a gentleman who has a daughter who lives in Portland, Oregon so we chatted a bit and the girls laughed that I could go anywhere in the world and meet someone who could be traced to me like in six degrees of separation. It got better because I mentioned that I now live in Arizona and he spends the winters in Yuma so that really sent us over the edge in laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on to Corinth and Olympia but stopped to view the new bridge that connects continental Greece to the peninsula. It had been a vision of the Prime Minister since 1889 and was completed in time for the 2004 Olympic games. Up until that time, to cross over you had to use a ferry and it took about 45 minutes, now it takes a toll and about 5 minutes. I think the Greeks were procrastinating on the project for it to take that long but we got to see a video about it and inside the visitor’s center are the two torches that crossed the bridge. We all had our photo taken with it! It is a beautiful bridge and the Greeks have every right to be very proud of it. The bridge is called Charilos Trikoupis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115084867409131015?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115084867409131015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115084867409131015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084867409131015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084867409131015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/bridge-that-took-115-years-to-build.html' title='The bridge that took 115 years to build'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115084851782276967</id><published>2006-06-20T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:16:58.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delphi and Apollo's Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/treasury.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/treasury.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/apollo%20temple1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/apollo%20temple1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/apollo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/apollo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/apollo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/apollo%20temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treasury, Apollo's Temple and the view of the temple from the theatre on our way to the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 6, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our hotel and headed to the ancient town of Delphi where Apollo’s temple and oracle were located. This is the site where the Greeks would come to get prophecies. It was first built in 7 century B.C. It was divided into four sections or levels. The first level was the Roman marketplace (Agora) with the small shops. Just below the temple, was the Athenian store where they displayed the loot from the wars of the Persians. We then traveled the sacred road of Delphi to the second level where Apollo’s actual temple was located. It was built in 4th Century B.C. when Apollo came to Delphi and killed a python to become the ruler of Delphi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple had been destroyed three previous times by fire and earthquakes (you think they would reconsider their locations!) So what we actually saw was the remains of the 4th temple of Apollo. The sacred road originally was flanked by statutes on each side. A few still remain today but they are housed in the museum. They were of gods, kings and emperors. The navel stone is located near the treasury where it is said two eagles met that Zeus sent out to find the center of the universe. This is the location that Apollo was to place the oracle. The oracle is where the prophetess would be to read your future. Our guide told us about her and she would sit and chew on bay leaves and give very vague readings- I think she was high on something!! Sometimes she would just sit and scream at people and then send them off to have it interpreted by the temple priests. She sounds kind of like the fortune tellers of today only without the screaming or hallucinations. She would give vague readings because she didn’t want the gods to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the highest level were the cities’ treasureries where the people would leave their gifts for the gods at their town’s treasury. The fourth level had a stadium for games similar to the Olympics that were dedicated to the various gods. They trick you when you visit by saying the fourth level is just a little farther up the hill when it actually is quite a ways but I was determined to go up there even if it took my all day to climb the hill. I made it and took a picture then turned around and came back down just in time to go over to the museum with the group! I am not sure how the athletes climbed those hills and then competed right away, even the most physically fit people where out of breath and gasping for air when they made it up.&lt;br /&gt;We left the temple area and walked a short distance to the Archeological Museum of Delphi. Inside we saw the statute of the sphinx as well as the charioteer. The charioteer is a bronze statute dedicated to Apollo representing a racer after his championship win in the Python games in 478 B.C. His eyes ere intact and if you stared at him intently it seemed as though he would open his mouth to speak at any moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115084851782276967?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115084851782276967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115084851782276967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084851782276967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084851782276967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/delphi-and-apollos-temple.html' title='Delphi and Apollo&apos;s Temple'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-115084593242543335</id><published>2006-06-20T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:09:25.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/bay%20of%20corinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/bay%20of%20corinth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bay of Corinth from my hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on to Delphi after stopping at the gas station next to the John Deere dealership. Prior to getting to the hotel, we stopped in the town of Arahova were we were able to do a little bit of shopping. This region or area has a large amount of olive trees. We will be driving through them tomorrow but this large grove is owned by private individuals, corporations and the government. They all own various trees that are intermixed so they just harvest all of them and then split out the proceeds based on the number of trees you own. It was quite impressive. It reminded me of the Rim Country area leaving Payson for Snowflake where all you see are trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hotel and I can see the Bay of Corinth from my room. Before dinner, Dana, Ang and Pam came down and we sat out on the deck and drank a bottle of wine and just took in the beauty of the scenery. After Apollo’s temple tomorrow we will be traveling on to Olympia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-115084593242543335?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/115084593242543335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=115084593242543335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084593242543335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/115084593242543335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/06/rest-of-story.html' title='The rest of the story...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114505265290453424</id><published>2006-04-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:10:52.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Deere in Europe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/john%20deere.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/john%20deere.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/me%20and%20jd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/me%20and%20jd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Deere in Greece! Who would have imagined. Since I saw one in England, I think I'm going to try and find a dealership in every European country I visit in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114505265290453424?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114505265290453424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114505265290453424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114505265290453424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114505265290453424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/john-deere-in-europe.html' title='John Deere in Europe!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114505239932312325</id><published>2006-04-14T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:07:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monastery here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/dana%20ang%20and%20i%20at%20kalabaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/dana%20ang%20and%20i%20at%20kalabaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dana, Angela and I in Kalambaka outside one of the monasteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke this morning and left the hotel for our visit to the famous monasteries in the area. They are built on top of rocks that are inaccessible to normal people at least a hundred years ago). They use to pull people up in nets or bring up supplies in nets. Now there are staircases that are carved into the rock to allow access. It is quite amazing. We drove by several of them before we stopped to visit one. There use to be about 26 of them until many were damaged by bombs during WWII. In order to visit them, women had to wear skirts and a shirt that covered their shoulders. If you did not have a skirt they would provide the women with wraps to wear over their pants. One of the monasteries was even used in a James Bond movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first monastery was inhabited in the 14th century. The actual monastery we visited was built in 1542 by two brothers. It is dedicated to all saints and is completely covered inside with pictures of saints, just as all monasteries and Greek churches are. The paintings in this church dated back to the 16th century. Both brothers are buried at the church, which is quite small. We didn't see any monks while we were visiting the monastery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our visit to the church, Nina, our guide yelled at another group and guide to be quiet. We thought it was quite entertaining- especially when she yelled at the French. It usually occurred at least once a day so we started guessing at which stop she would yell at a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left this monastery and proceeded down to another monastery that actually was inhabited by nuns instead of monks. The nun's monastery was referred to as St. Steven and 30 nuns reside there. It was built in 1780 but was destroyed by a fire and was recently rebuilt. We saw on the inside of the church the painting being done to fill the inside of the church. I thought it was quite interesting. Since women can not perform certain church duties so monks from the All Saints church come over to assist them. The view from St. Steven's was amazing for the valley below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the nuns and drove back into town for lunch before heading off to Delphi for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so on the bus, those of us in the back decided to see if we could spot the John Deere dealership again so I could get a picture of it. We all kept our eyes open for it and I actually thought maybe we had already passed it or would turn off the road before we reach it. But to my amazement, it appeared up ahead on the road. I spotted the building first before the sign- who can not spot John Deere yellow and green? So we all were poised with our cameras when the bus began to slow and pull off. We were told we were stopping in an hour and a half(when we left lunch) and our driver chose to stop at the gas station right in front of the dealership!! I was so excited that I ran off the bus and over to snap a picture. Then Dana came over after visiting the station to take a photo of me in front of it. They had quite a few large tractors and cotton pickers in front. I couldn't figure out how to reach it so see if they sold toys and books inside like the American stores do. But I did feel a little at home- even if it was in Greek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on to Delphi where we stopped in town for a quite tour and shopping before heading to the hotel. Delphi has a large olive grove nearby that is owned by both private individuals as well as the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hotel, my room overlooked the Bay of Corinth and so we sat on the deck and watched the sun go down over a bottle of vine. Tomorrow we will be visiting Apollo's temple before heading to Olympia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114505239932312325?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114505239932312325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114505239932312325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114505239932312325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114505239932312325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/monastery-here-we-come.html' title='Monastery here we come!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114505056739585254</id><published>2006-04-14T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:36:07.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monastary here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114505056739585254?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114505056739585254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114505056739585254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114505056739585254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114505056739585254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/monastary-here-we-come.html' title='Monastary here we come!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114504743566416698</id><published>2006-04-14T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:14:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North to Kalambaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/kalambaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/kalambaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!!! I called him in Post all the way from Greece. It was 5pm for me and 7am for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke this morning and packed our bags to leave Athens for Kalambaka. It is about a five hour drive north of Athens. There is so much agriculture to be seen outside of Athens. They grow so many crops that remind me of Arizona and Yuma County in particular. They grow cotton, wheat, lettuce, tomatoes, artichokes, and olives other than livestock. The olive industry is their number one agricultural industry in Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Kalambaka, we passed the town of Thebes. Thebes is where the Greek mythological story of Edapuse occurs. He was born there to the king but his father learned from the Oracle at Apollo's temple that his son would grow up to kill him and marry his mother. The father couldn't allow that to happen so they left the child out on the mountainside to die. Edapuse was found by a sheep herder and taken to the barren king and queen of Corinth. The secret was kept till Edapuse was an adult and in an alcohol induced state, someone let it slip. Well Edapuse went to visit the temple of Apollo to determine his future and along the way he came across another king who refused to yield right of way to him so he killed him. Come to find out it was his real father but he didn't know that until he had made his way back to Thebes and married his mother!!! Talk about a soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped near there to view the battle sight of battle of Thermopyles. The King of Spartan is depicted in the monument. Unfortunately, the Greeks (lead by the spartans) were totally out numbered and lost but they gave a great fight. Our guide, Nina (not the guide from the islands) told us all about the battle and their fight and then I asked if they won, expecting a "yes" and then Nina said "no" so we got a chuckle out it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick lunch we continued on and passed a John Deere dealership along the way. It came up so quickly that I didn't have time to get my camera so I was a little disappointed but at least the Greeks are buying John Deere! We also stopped before reaching the hotel to watch artists make icon paintings on wood. There was a Greek priest there to bless any pictures you purchased. I chose to pass because it really isn't my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to the hotel and had dinner followed by drinks at the bar with Rudy and Kay and several others from our group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114504743566416698?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114504743566416698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114504743566416698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114504743566416698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114504743566416698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/north-to-kalambaka.html' title='North to Kalambaka'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114504642539219257</id><published>2006-04-14T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:27:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A three hour tour of Greek Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/dana%20and%20i%20on%20island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/dana%20and%20i%20on%20island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Dana and I on the island of Hydra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early to be downstairs to go on a day cruise to three islands near Athens. Part of the boat ride we tried to ride up top in the beginning but it was too cold that early but the rest of the day it was nice and we worked on our tans and loved the fresh air. We spent the first part of the boat ride getting to know some of our traveling companions better- mainly Pam from Oregon. She was a hoot!! We also sat and chatted with Kathy and Rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our island tour was to Poros, Hydra and Aegina islands. Aegina was the largest and it was the closest to Athens but we passed it first and actually saved it to the last for touring. Our first island was Poros. It was really small and it reminded me of the movie "&lt;em&gt;Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the boat again for a short ride onto Hydra. The tour of Hydra was short and we sat by the sea and had drinks until it was time to board the boat for Aegina. The cool thing about the island is there are no motor vehicles and the sole mode of transportation is by donkey. They move people and supplies over the entire island with donkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third and final island was Aegina. We had lunch on our way to Aegina so we didn't realize it had become a little chilly outside and that a storm was moving in. We attended the first tour of a Greek Orthodox church with our group and then buggered out to do a little sightseeing on our own. The guide we had didn't really leave a lot of free time on the islands and we knew we wanted to see some other things. We grabbed a carriage and took a short ride around the island before decided the best thing to do was shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the boat for Athens and decided to sit on the middle deck because it was enclosed and there was a band. Our new friends, Rudy and Kay joined us for some great conversation as well as dancing. Back in Athens we headed to the hotel, passing the Temple of Zeus as our tour guide pointed it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick nap, we headed out for dinner. Pam, our new friend, joined Dana, Ang and I for dinner and we talked the two newbies into returning to the God's restaurant for dinner. Why pass up a great restaurant! Since it was sprinkling, we sat inside and they gave us the best table that looked out their only window to the Acropolis! The food was again delightful and we had great conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we decided to go back a different way that would allow us to walk by the Acropolis and Parthenon one last time before leaving Athens in the morning. It was a great walk and we even had an escort- a stray dog that stayed with us till some rowdy teenagers came by. Then he traded us in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114504642539219257?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114504642539219257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114504642539219257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114504642539219257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114504642539219257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/three-hour-tour-of-greek-islands.html' title='A three hour tour of Greek Islands'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114488146619885765</id><published>2006-04-12T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:01:03.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acropolis, Parthenon and Mars Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/at%20parthenon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/at%20parthenon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we left the hotel to visit the Acropolis. Acropolis means high point of the city. Atop the Acropolis is the Parthenon, which is the Temple of Athena, goddess of virgins. The Acropolis has only one entrance because the walls were built to be inaccessible. It was rebuilt in the middle of the 5th Century B.C. after it was burned and destroyed. We walked up the Acropolis to the Parthenon. It was so incredible and it doesn't really have straight lines anywhere on it. Next to the temple was another smaller temple dedicated to Poseidon, the god of the sea. We walked around the back part of the Parthenon to view the Temple of Zeus (again, it was pointed out to us). It appears as though the temple of Zeus is in the middle of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina our tour guide gave us about 30 minutes to see the area on our own. We quickly left the Parthenon and walked down to visit Mars Hill. Mars Hill can be seen from the Acropolis and is above the ruins of the ancient marketplace. The marketplace and Acropolis is where Apostle Paul walked around and views all the statues to the various gods and then preached from Mars Hill about the "unknown god" in Romans. It was kind of cool to be up there. It was mostly marble so it was very slick but there were steps carved into the side of it from ancient times and we chose that set of stairs to climb the hill over the modern, nice safe stairs with handrails that had recently been set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the Acropolis and our guide took us to see the Olympic stadium that has been in use in Athens since the first modern Olympic games. It was small by current standards but this is the stadium the marathon runners enter when finishing their race. We had passed in on our way to the hotel the first day but it was nice to be able to actually walk up to it and see it. This stadium had been rebuilt in the 1800's and had been built on the same site as the original. After leaving the stadium we headed towards the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, at least this way Ang and Dana can see it again! Along the way we drove past the Presidential Palace and saw the guards (soldiers of honor) out front in official dress. Their uniform appears to be a jacket, skirt of sorts and tights with elaborate shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Tomb, we were there in time to see the changing of the guards. After leaving the Tomb, we drove past the Athens Academy as well as the oldest Christian church. It was named for Paul's first convert- Saint Denis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times on our tour today, our guide would point out the Temple of Zeus as we passed it. So we started referring to it as the line in European Vacation when they get stuck on the round-about in London and Chevy Chase keeps pointing out Big Ben and parliament to his kids. So we would say "look kids, Temple of Zeus, Acropolis" and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tours we shopped again and of course I had to buy some more stuff. We came back to the hotel and got ready for our dinner out of Greek cuisine and dancing. The food was alright, I did like the potatoes in Greece and the dancing was entertaining. After dinner we walked back to the bus and I walked with Kay as Dana walked with her husband Rudy. From the moment I saw them in orientation, I just knew Rudy was a farmer. I was disappointed though because they weren't but after several other conversations with him over the trip he may not be a farmer in reality but he has a heart for the same values and issues as my farmers in AZ do. Rudy reminds me of one of my members from Yuma county. By the end of the trip Rudy and Kay were some of my favorite people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114488146619885765?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114488146619885765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114488146619885765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114488146619885765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114488146619885765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/acropolis-parthenon-and-mars-hill.html' title='Acropolis, Parthenon and Mars Hill'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114488080497891044</id><published>2006-04-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:00:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Athens and Temple of Poseidon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/soldier%20at%20totus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/soldier%20at%20totus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1- Dana came arrived at the hotel from London around 3 am and we all talked and caught up on our lives. Around 4:30 we decided to get some sleep and then awoke around 7:30. After showering and breakfast we headed out for some sightseeing and of course shopping since Ang and I had scoped out some stores the night before. For those who have never been to Europe, stores open around 9 am and then close somewhere around 1 or 2 pm and then re-open around 3 or 4pm and stay open till around 6 or so. So sometimes you have to window shop first and then go back to actually shop in the stores of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did fairly well on the shopping in the first couple of stores. I mainly stuck to purchasing jewelry but we spent some time in the Plaka district of Greece. After shopping we walked to the botanical gardens which were quite lovely and then on to visit the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It is similar to ours in D.C. except that you can walk right up to the Tomb and you can stand next to the guards and have your picture taken as long as you don't touch them. We missed the changing of the guards by 10 minutes or so but I did get my picture taken. Later back at the hotel, Dana and Ang were talking about not seeing the Tomb and what a bummer it was. I was confused so I informed them that we actually did visit the site. Dana went back to her camcorder and reviewed her DVD to confirm that we had actually been there!! We all got a good laugh from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the Tomb we headed back towards the Acropolis and had lunch and then headed back to the hotel. We dropped off our stuff and then headed the southern part of Greece to Sounio to visit the Temple of Poseidon. It was a nice drive (especially since we had a driver) and the weather was great. The temple was cool to see because it had been built in the 5th century B.C. The Aegean Sea was right there and there was a nice breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of the Aegean Sea is that King Aegean had a son named Thesis who had left to slay a monster and promised his father he would return and when he returned he would change the sails on the ship from black to white if he was successful. Every day Aegean would go to the Temple to watch for the ship, his son returned but had forgot to change the sails so Aegean thought Thesis had been killed so he jumped to his death into the sea below. Thus the naming of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting the temple, I was posing for a photo when Ang jumped in and we made funny faces at each other. Dana snapped the photo and from then on, every temple we visited we did a funny pose and called them our Greek god poses. We had great fun doing that all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from Sounio we met the rest of our tour group and had a glass of Ouzo. It is a liquor that is very strong and tastes like licorice. I didn't like it but that could be because I don't like licorice. We had dinner with our group and met a couple people. The three that sat at our table were from Phoenix, Oregon and didn't know each other (Kathy and Rod and Pam.) until the trip. They even lived just a few miles from each other. It was kind of cool to have people from Oregon on the trip even though Dana and Ang teased me because I could go anywhere in the world and met someone who knew where I was from or knew someone I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished dinner and wrote out a few postcards before heading up the street to a local bar we saw on our tours outside of the hotel. It was called "Jukebox" and we thought it looked like a biker bar, except it had scooters out front. We went in and ordered our drinks and then proceeded to check out the jukebox. The bartender informed us it didn't actually work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our drinks we headed back down to the hotel and off to bed. Tomorrow we are visiting the Acropolis and Parthenon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114488080497891044?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114488080497891044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114488080497891044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114488080497891044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114488080497891044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/athens-and-temple-of-poseidon.html' title='Athens and Temple of Poseidon'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114456220815408223</id><published>2006-04-08T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:58:57.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Fat Greek Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/acropolis%20at%20night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/acropolis%20at%20night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of the Acropolis and Parthenon at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 30-We left phoenix and our flight was delayed so we landed at Dulles at 5 pm and our connecting flight to Frankfurt was leaving at 5:17. Thankfully I was able to run the 14 gates and get into line behind the last person boarding the flight so we could make our connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang and I didn't have seats next to each other and wasn't able to trade. Our flight was delayed out of Dulles so we missed our connection in Frankfurt and had to take a later flight into Athens. Then our 1pm flight to Athens actually left at 2:30 so hopefully our flights back to the states are on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully when we landed there was a person from the tour agency waiting for us to take us to the hotel. Our hotel was just down from the acropolis and the Parthenon. We also passed the temple of Zeus along the way. Once we arrived at the hotel and checked in our guide called and met us to give us some ideas of things to see on our free day (we came a day early) that we wouldn't see with the tour group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready and went to dinner at a restaurant the guide suggested. We didn't' actually make that restaurant because we were stopped by another gentleman to eat at his restaurant and we couldn't resist. We sat out on the sidewalk and had an amazing view of the Parthenon all light up at night!! After dinner, Ang and I walked up to the pedestrian walkway that followed the acropolis and Parthenon. For those of you who don't know about the acropolis and Parthenon. The acropolis is a term used for the highest point in the city. In Greece there are several towns and cities that have acropolis, but the one in Athens is most know because the Parthenon is located on top of it. The Parthenon is the Temple of Athena, and also located here is the marketplace that the Apostle Paul walked through in Romans and talked about the statute to the "Unknown God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114456220815408223?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114456220815408223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114456220815408223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114456220815408223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114456220815408223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-big-fat-greek-vacation.html' title='My Big Fat Greek Vacation'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114365008252893244</id><published>2006-03-29T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:34:43.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project CENTRL goes to Cottonwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/sad%20jail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/sad%20jail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/hanging%20up%20close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/hanging%20up%20close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thea,  Lucia and I were at the Blazing M ranch for Project CENTRL. We spent the weekend in Cottonwood, Arizona for Project Centrl and it was a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had workshops on volunteerism and learned about our trip in May to Mexico. We also had a mock zoning and planning meeting were we split the group and argued different sides of the issue. I had a lot of fun doing that and really learned a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday evening we went to the Blazing M ranch which is very similar to the Rocking R ranch in Mesa. We had a great time walking around and trying out new things and then after the evening was over a group of us made our way to Jerome to check out the night life. I didn't see much of Jerome but I do want to go back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday after it was over, a few of us girls went to lunch in downtown Cottonwood in a really cute outdoor cafe. We then hit a few antique stores and then headed home. In all it was a great weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114365008252893244?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114365008252893244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114365008252893244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114365008252893244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114365008252893244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/03/project-centrl-goes-to-cottonwood.html' title='Project CENTRL goes to Cottonwood'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114364925153652767</id><published>2006-03-29T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:20:51.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/terri%20sharla%20and%20david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/terri%20sharla%20and%20david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri, Sharla and David. They were some of my most favorite members of the group from North Carolina. I was sad to see them go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114364925153652767?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114364925153652767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114364925153652767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114364925153652767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114364925153652767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/03/terri-sharla-and-david.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114364913458031343</id><published>2006-03-29T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:18:54.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/Mac%20Me%20and%20Kinlaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/Mac%20Me%20and%20Kinlaws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac and the Kinlaws and me. They were North Carolina Field Staff and great fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114364913458031343?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114364913458031343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114364913458031343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114364913458031343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114364913458031343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/03/mac-and-kinlaws-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114228998149741147</id><published>2006-03-13T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:46:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A field trip with North Carolina Farm Bureau</title><content type='html'>I had been asked several months ago to assist Ken from North Carolina with his group trip to Arizona. They have a program very similar to our Project CENTRL but without the internship and it is only for Farm Bureau members age 36-52. There were 16 class members plus spouses and staff totaled 26 members. I had planned out their trip to do a loop through the state (a lot of driving) it allowed them to really see the various agricultural industries in the state as well as geography, climate and some tourist spots along the way. I was really nervous to meet them on Sunday when they came into Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met them on the west side at a Mexican restaurant called Raul and Theresa's. It was good food and Joe, our lobbyist met with them to give them an overview of the political climate, issues and various things our members are dealing with. After lunch we headed to Yuma. The group rode on the bus and I lead them. One of the North Carolina staff people rode along with me to keep me company. We chatted the whole way (big shocker to those who know me) and I shared various bits of useless trivia that I know about Arizona, catcus, and other stuff (another surprise). Once we hit Gila Bend, the group asked me if Mac (the NC staffer) had talked my ears off because he was suppose to be a talker. I said that we chatted the whole way but I didn't notice him being talkative because I'm talkative too. Dana says I can talk to a wall if I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit Yuma and grabbed dinner and then went to bed because we were leaving the hotel at 5:30 a.m. to go to the border in San Luis and watch the workers cross. We were a little late Monday morning because they had an earlier starting time so we saw some of the workers and a lot of kids crossing for school. It surprised the ladies to see the kids crossing by themselves to go to school. It was interesting to see the differences from NC to AZ. After that we went to the lettuce fields and saw them packaging head lettuce and romaine lettuce. Then we toured over to a cauliflower field and tried a new breed of cauliflower that looked like it was covered in butter because it was yellow. Very nice and quite good. After lunch at Hunter's Steakhouse we toured Associated Packing and tasted some mineolas and had a bag of lemons for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys in Yuma were really great to the group from North Carolina and I really had fun riding around on the bus with them to the various tour spots. Everyone from NC was so nice and sweet. I loved how they referred all week to the women as Miss.... I never heard them just say their first name it was always Miss Liz or Miss Jane or Miss whatever. After Yuma we headed back to Gila Bend and they went on to Tucson and I headed home for the night. It had been a really long day and I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They toured around Tucson, Nogolas, Tombstone and Rio Rico on Tuesday while I was at the office for a staff meeting and to get a few things done and pick up my new truck!!! Wednesday I met them in Tucson and we headed towards Willcox. They talked about the rain they encountered in Tombstone and I mentioned that it had been over 140 days without rain in Phoenix so it we really needed the rain. We toured a pistachio and pecan farm and had lunch with the county president in Willcox. After lunch we toured Eurofresh where currently 241 acres of tomatoes are grown under glass in greenhouses. It's quite impressive. The directions to Eurofresh cracked me up because they were: take this exit, turn left, go 20 miles to the stop sign and turn left!! After Eurofresh we headed towards Safford. By this time most of us were a little cold because the wind had picked up. So we stopped in at Walmart while in Safford so those of us who wanted more clothes- warmer clothes could get them. I got a jacket and a pink hat. The hat was on clearance for $5 but when it rang up it came up only for $1!! What a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we woke up and headed towards Snowflake. We went over to Globe and then through Salt River Canyon- I think they might have been a little impressed and a little afraid of the ride on the bus. The bus driver was really good at driving through and around things all week. When we hit Show Low there was snow on the sides of the road. Only enough to make the ground white. When we made it Taylor - for lunch at Trapper's (really we were there for the pie!) They toured Snowflake and the some of the Flake ranches as well as a feedlot. They went on to Holbrook and over to Winslow for the night and I headed down the mountain to Payson and home for the night. I had them stay in Winslow because you have to at least stand on a corner and the hotel there is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were suppose to go on to the Grand Canyon on Friday but that didn't happen because it was snowing all day in Flagstaff and they decided they wouldn't really be able to see the canyon so they went to Sedona instead and then made it back down to Phoenix by 5pm. I caught back up with them around 8:30 that night to pick up the coolers they borrowed. I think they had fun and I love it because they were so nice and funny. I hope to be able to see a few of them when I'm in NC in May and I want to keep in contact with some of them too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114228998149741147?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114228998149741147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114228998149741147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114228998149741147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114228998149741147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/03/field-trip-with-north-carolina-farm.html' title='A field trip with North Carolina Farm Bureau'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114097281893457638</id><published>2006-02-26T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:53:38.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project CENTRL in Tucson</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend I Thursday through Saturday in Tucson for Project CENTRL. It was fun. Thursday we just had dinner and had a chance to chat with classmates. We had our extemporaneous speaking during that time. I went last time- I knew I would because it was the first round and I had just dropped an English muffin on my shirt-grape jelly side down. As they were calling names, I ran to the room to change and came back learning I was going to be speaking. That is the way my life goes but I enjoyed it. I think I enjoy talking off the cuff rather than prepared public speaking. It doesn't stress me out as much because I want to be perfect and I analyze speaking if it's prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we had a wine tasting party for those who wanted to try different wines. It was really cool the stuff you learn that is outside of the scheduled program of learning. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we spent most of the day touring university of Arizona. I had been there a year and a half ago with our board of directors and seen many of the things we toured. The new thing for me was the meat lab. I have been in many slaughter/meat labs in my time but still found it interesting. The rest of Saturday was sharing our internship programs and gaining outsiders perspectives on areas we could use help. I have a lot cut out for me to get mine done- hopefully it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same weekend happened to also be rodeo weekend in Tucson so we went out to a couple places and danced. It was fun and we burned some calories. I have more fun just hanging with our group than anything. It's a great way to get to know them and also observe human behavior- or people watch as I call it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we did a session on True Colors- colors representing your personality. I would highly encourage others to take this course if they haven't. I am a green, followed by gold then orange and finally blue (but only at work). Socially I'm Green- Orange- Gold- Blue. We had quite a few laughs in our group and in class in general. I think we decided our Green theme song could be "Don't go away mad... Just go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we are in Cottonwood and participating in a mock zoning hearing. I'm looking forward to the challenge. After our session was over a couple of us went to lunch at the Buffalo Witches (I think that is what it is called) it's on 4th street. It has some great food and is a really cool place to meet for lunch if you are ever in Tucson. I told some friends about it when I got home and we decided we are going to have to go back and just explore 4th street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all- it was a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114097281893457638?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114097281893457638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114097281893457638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114097281893457638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114097281893457638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/project-centrl-in-tucson.html' title='Project CENTRL in Tucson'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-114071728644389057</id><published>2006-02-23T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:54:46.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nascar season finally started again</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend was the start of the 2006 NASCAR season. There hasn't been any races since the week before Thanksgiving so I was missing the excitement. Watching it on TV is not nearly as fun as seeing it live. Thankfully Phoenix now has two races each year so I can get my fix twice. I do want to catch a race in Richmond and at Daytona sometime in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great race. I watched both the Busch and Nextel races this past weekend. Normally when I watch the race- my ADD kicks in and I just can't sit there that long focused on the race. Usually I do work or scrapbook or something while watching the races. However this weekend they were really exciting and I paid attention the entire race. Maybe it was because Jr was running well in both races or because Tony "Smoke" Stewart was up in the front as well. Or it could have been all the really funny and cool commercials. NASCAR has some good ones and it is almost like watching the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like both of those drivers. Jr is cool because he is Jr and he's funnier than crap on the radio. His sponsor is Budweiser and I like the color red. I know not a lot to be my favorite but he is cool. My other favorite driver- and afraid to say for those who really know me- possibly my favorite after this last year- is Tony Stewart. I love that he gets mad and pushes back. It shows he is a normal guy. The drivers that are always being nice make me want to vomit. There should not be niceness or pc in NASCAR. It's just not right. The other thing I really like about Tony Stewart is that you do not have to guess what he is thinking or where he is coming from. You just know it. He is up front and its cool. If you ask some people they would probably say the same about me too so I can appreciate it from him. I love his eyes too and I have heard things that make me think he is funny too. I could squeeze him!!! (it goes back to November).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well both days I ended up watching the last of the race almost standing on the couch- actually I was kneeling, leaning over the arm rest and screaming at the TV- like that would really help Jr and Tony drive better. HA HA!!!! It ended up that Tony won the Busch race and placed 5th (I think) in the Daytona 500. The race could have only been better had Jimmie Johnson not won. I don't really like him. Not because of him (although his eyebrows really bug me- hello it's called wax and a tweezer!!). I digress. Anyway the reason I don't really like him is because I think his crew chief pushes the line too many times. It just seems a little unethical and not right. If I was Jimmie I would wonder if my crew chief really believed that I had the talent to win the race or if he needed to modify the car to get me to the winner's circle. Thankfully I don't have to think about that. But I don't have a lot of respect for the #48 crew chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's on to California, Las Vegas and soon they will be coming to Phoenix. The cool thing is this year for the November race here, the Busch race will be on my birthday!!! I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-114071728644389057?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/114071728644389057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=114071728644389057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114071728644389057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/114071728644389057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/nascar-season-finally-started-again.html' title='The Nascar season finally started again'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113960414980694132</id><published>2006-02-10T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:42:29.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/phonebox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/phonebox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally had my picture taken with a red telephone box- a whole line of them!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I can scratch that off my list of things to do before I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113960414980694132?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113960414980694132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113960414980694132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113960414980694132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113960414980694132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-finally-had-my-picture-taken-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113960403182545415</id><published>2006-02-10T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:40:51.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dana and I at the Tower Bridge in London.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/dana&amp;Ilondon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/dana%26Ilondon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/bigben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/bigben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely you can see the Lodon Eye, Big Ben and a red double decker bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113960403182545415?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113960403182545415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113960403182545415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113960403182545415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113960403182545415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/dana-and-i-at-tower-bridge-in-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113960392738509918</id><published>2006-02-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:38:47.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/Dana&amp;Iatgame.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/Dana%26Iatgame.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana and I at an English football game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113960392738509918?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113960392738509918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113960392738509918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113960392738509918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113960392738509918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/dana-and-i-at-english-football-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113959827798690053</id><published>2006-02-10T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:36:24.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see London, I see... Hastings and Eastbourne!</title><content type='html'>I spent the first weekend of February in England! It was a very short trip but I was able to see Dana, see a few sites and bring stuff home for her! I left Phoenix on Thursday and arrived in London on Friday morning. Dana was at the airport to meet me and it was as if she had only been away a few weeks rather than six months!! We drove to her house were we dropped of the bags and then we headed for Hastings were she teaches. On the way to her house we saw a John Deere dealership along the road. I thought that was really cool. She had to go to school so I opted to spend time downtown looking around. It was cold but I had three layers of clothes on and a scarf so I was going to be fine (I really wished I had my winter coat from Oregon!!). Dana dropped me off at 10:30ish and I was to meet her in the same spot at 3:30. I hopped out and Dana left. As she drove away, down the street, I suddenly realized that I had left my coat and scarf in her car. It had gotten warm on the drive down from the airport so I took them off and put them in the back seat- where they still were!! I was freezing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the only logical thing- I immediately went into Debenham's and bought a coat. A cute brown suede type coat that will be a nice addition to my closet. It's not to warm for AZ weather in the winter and it was on clearance!! With my new coat, I headed out to explore Hastings. It is a cute little town that has so much history! But everyplace has history in Europe because it's been there forever! I walked around and looked at some things. They have a lot of the same stores we do. I finally went into Mr. Bean's cafe and had a big hot cup of Mocha and decided to sit in there awhile and read till I was warm again. I read a few chapters in a book I brought and had another cup of coffee before I decided to head out again and conquer the cold. I continued to go up and down the streets. I stayed relatively close to the same area (so I covered some the area twice). Dana had said that could go to another area of town she mentioned but since I didn't have her cell number or really knew where she lived I stuck close to where I was to meet her. I did find a mini-mall in the area and looked through the 10 or so shops there. They have a cute store called Accessorize that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana met me at 3:30 and we were off to the house so I could shower and get ready for dinner. We met some of her friends and had a great meal. We then headed to Kings, a dance club that was good. It had a lot of smoke and a smoke machine so I was having problems breathing but I didn't want to complain and ruin the night so I stuck it out. We danced till about 2:00 am. I had been up for 36 hours by that time and was tired!! We went home and I had to shower again before bed to get the smoke out of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we woke up early to meet Gail and go to an English football game. It was fun. We took the bus and drove up there. They had security guards posted all along the stairs between the home and visiting fans. I had more fun watching the fans taunt each other than watching the actual game. We lost and headed home but I had a great time and Gail's dad was so funny! He reminded me of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we woke up early and caught a train to London. Halfway there we had to switch to a bus because they do the train construction on Sundays. We then got back on the train from our hour bus ride and ended at Victoria station. As we excited and headed the few blocks to Buckingham Palace, we walked along a brick wall that enclosed the Queen's Muse- the place she stores all her carriages. The palace was neat to see and we notice the guards were going to be changing at 11:30. It was 9 so we headed through the park to see Churchill's war room- where all the planning and strategizing occurred during WWII. Along the way we saw some horses headed towards the other end of the park. They happened to be next to the War Room so we walked over and took a few photos of them changing guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour of the War Room was really neat. It was cool to be standing in the exact spot that Churchill and his other advisors and the rest of the staff had been all those years ago. It had been restored to how it was when they were there. It was as if they had just got up to go to get coffee or something. They still had the original stuff. When we were done there we headed back up to Buckingham Palace to watch the changing of the guard. They had a band and it was fun to watch them march by. When that was over we headed to Big Ben and Westminster Abbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben is impressive and there is a spot that you can stand and have the London Eye (big ferris wheel), Big Ben and if you wait to the right moment, a double decker bus in the photo. Of course I had to get one of those. Westminster Abbey was closed because it was Sunday but it was cool to see and then we walked by Big Ben and parliament and over the bridge that crosses Thime River to grab a tour bus to ride around and see the sites. They covered a lot of what we had already seen but it was cool to see Scotland Yard, Kennington Palace, the homes of Margaret Thatcher and Sean Connery. We hopped off the bus to switch lines to see other things and saw the American Embassy and then decided to get off- it was cold riding up top (the only place to get a good view and great pics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we got off the bus was a long line of red telephone boxes (booths) so of course I got my picture taken along side them and then in one of them. That is all I really wanted to do in London- see a red telephone box and ride a double decker bus. So I had done both!!! We grabbed the underground (tube/subway) to go to Covent Garden and see the street performers and shop. It was really cool and switching the trains was fun to. There, you can't just get off and go to the other side. You actually have to get off and run up or down stairs and hallways to reach the trains going in the other directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covent Garden was really nice and I picked up a few photos and pictures as well as a purse, tea and some really good candy. We walked around and finally had lunch. I had the traditional Fish and Chips with vinegar and brown sauce. Then we headed out to see London Tower because you can't come to London and not see the tower. It is an old castle with lots of history. It was closed but I did make my way into the gift shop to purchase a few things and then we walked over to see the Tower Bridge. It was impressive in the night being light up. That is the bridge the American's thought they were buying when they bought the London Bridge that is Lake Havasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for the train home and of course we had to run to catch it. I did a lot of running that day and I'm not a big runner. The ride home was the same as coming in- we had to get a bus part way. Once at Eastbourne station we stopped off at a fellow teachers house to chat a while. Nate and Craig are very funny and really nice. I hope both of them come to see Dana in Arizona once she gets back because it would be really nice to chat with them again. I had so much fun but I was so tired from the day that I packed and went to bed even though the Superbowl was on TV. With seven hours difference it was really late. I didn't even know who won till I was back at the states waiting for my flight to Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Dana dropped me off at the train station and I took it to the airport. When we bought the ticket we thought it was a direct train but I had to get off at one point and switch trains. I was a little worried because I only had 4 minutes to make the switch and I had two bags with me. Luckily I just had to walk across the track and there was a couple other people heading to the airport as well so I followed them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the airport and checked in and had a great flight home. I had such a wonderful time in England and everyone was so nice but next time I go I will bring a heavier coat and Dana's address so customs won't be mad at me for not knowing where I'm staying!! (just a hint for those who travel there). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113959827798690053?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113959827798690053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113959827798690053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959827798690053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959827798690053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-see-london-i-see-hastings-and.html' title='I see London, I see... Hastings and Eastbourne!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113959718133066222</id><published>2006-02-10T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:46:32.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/wildhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/wildhorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kacie and I at the Wildhorse Saloon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113959718133066222?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113959718133066222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113959718133066222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959718133066222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959718133066222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/kacie-and-i-at-wildhorse-saloon.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113959713903488134</id><published>2006-02-10T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:46:53.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/rydersinthesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/rydersinthesky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/porterwagner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/porterwagner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riders in the Sky and Porter Wagner on stage at the Grand Ole Opry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113959713903488134?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113959713903488134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113959713903488134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959713903488134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959713903488134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/riders-in-sky-and-porter-wagner-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113959706154366662</id><published>2006-02-10T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:44:21.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/nashville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/nashville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on the street by the Rhyman. We were waiting for Del to pick us up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113959706154366662?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113959706154366662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113959706154366662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959706154366662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959706154366662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-on-street-by-rhyman.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113959671208717018</id><published>2006-02-10T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:38:35.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music City</title><content type='html'>So I spent the second weekend of January in Nashville for the American Farm Bureau Convention. It was a lot of fun! I spent most of my time between the women's committee stuff and the safety booth the ASAP (Ag Safety Awareness Program and network) had. We handed out stress balls that looked like baseballs because our theme this year is "step up to the plate for farm safety" and our spokesperson is Nolan Ryan! One of my favorite all time players. I'm not a big baseball fan but I have always loved Nolan Ryan and I love Luis Gonzales with the Diamondbacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we landed in Nashville on Saturday afternoon and headed to the hotel. Paul, Kacie, Marcos and I all ended up in the same taxi with our driver Del. He was from Ethiopia and had been in Nashville for 5 years. He wanted to be a sheep farmer so we chatted with him all the way to the hotel. He gave us his card to call him when we needed a cab. We got ready and headed to the Grand Ole Opry. In the winter time it's held in the old Rhyman Auditorium downtown. Del met us and told us of a great Italian restaurant so we grabbed a bite to eat before hand. On the drive there we talked about socks because Kacie had forgot to pack black socks and she needed to purchase some. Del said it would be an expensive cab ride to find socks so we thought we might find some in a store around the opry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opry was really cool. It was neat to see it live after watching it on the TV growing up. Jeannie Seally, Riders in the Sky, Michael Martin Murphy and Porter Wagner were on it. As well as new artist Jeff Bates and a couple others I can't remember. There were quite a few people from AZFB that was there. After the show we called Del to pick us up and he was going to be a few minutes so we walked behind the Rhyman to the bars behind where Tootsies and the other famous bars are. We tried to find black socks but couldn't so we headed back to the hotel. As we were pulling up Del handed Kacie socks. He had went out and bought them for her while we were at the show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convention was fun Cal Ripken, Jr. was the main speaker and Sammy Kershaw was the entertainment. The insurance company had a party for the 12 states in the company at the Wildhorse Saloon. I only attended for a few minutes because I had a dinner I had to attend. I wish I could have stayed longer but it was fun. Monday night ended the convention so a few of us younger people went back downtown to hear the live bands in the various bars. It was fun going in and out of all of them listening to the different groups. Some of them were good- some not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was our free day before we had to get on the plane so Paul, Kacie, Marcos and I toured President Andrew Jackson's plantation. It was really neat to see the history and the house with the slave quarters and different gardens and buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride home as usual except that when we landed, Ty immediately undid his seatbelt, stood up put on his coat and then proceeded to turn around and talk to us behind him all the while the flight attendant is on the intercom asking him to sit down and put his seatbelt on. She asked him several times and finally we had to yell at him to sit down. We had quite a few laughs out of that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113959671208717018?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113959671208717018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113959671208717018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959671208717018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113959671208717018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-city.html' title='Music City'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113581109681125802</id><published>2005-12-28T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:04:56.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my Christmas Holiday....</title><content type='html'>So I headed to the ranch on the 21st so I could spend Christmas with my Dad. It had been really cold there- near zero leading up to the time I was to go but when I got there they had had warm weather- in the 40's so it was mud everywhere! I got into San Fran and had to wait for 3 hours to catch my plane to Redmond. But I got there and Dad and I stopped by a friend of his and then we were off to see grandma and then to church. I was cold in the church but I had a cute scarf to wear so it wasn't too bad. I did have a hard time trying to stay awake. Nothing against Jack's preaching but I had only gotten about 2 hours of sleep the night before and Oregon is an hour behind AZ so it was late for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we started off the day by going to the Post Store and visiting with Zeb and anyone else who came in. The Gillens are logging up past our house so they stopped in and Ron and Zeb had quite a time telling stories and trying to come up with people's names. That we stayed for almost three hours, then we headed home and had breakfast/lunch and then proceeded to head up the hill to pick up some pine that the Gillens had chopped up for us to get. So we loaded that (my exercise for the day) and headed back to the house. After a while we went back down to the store and had a soda then home. I had made chicken and dumplings in the crock pot that turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we got up early to go to the store and then on to Bend where we saw my dad's cousin Linda and his uncle Charlie. Linda's brother was in the hospital with an open heart surgery so we didn't go see him since he was still in ICU. We then went to Costco and I think everyone was in there. The people were wearing on my patience and it was a good thing we got out of there when we did! We headed to Redmond and I stopped at my favorite store that I always go to when I'm home- Big R. I love it!!! I picked up a few Christmas presents then it was off to grandma's house and church again. They had the Christmas service on Friday night. It was nice. Before we went to church, we stopped and had a bite to eat. This couple walked in and said hello to my dad. I thought I recognized the woman but didn't have a clue as to who the guy was. Come to find out, it was a classmate of mine, Wade Page and his wife. After dinner, I stopped over to say hi and it was funny because he didn't recognize me either! I didn't think I had changed that much since high school but in 13 years, I guess you can. It was nice to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we hung around the house and then went over to my favorite people's house- the Wolverton's. Tom and Beverly are like second parents. We had a great visit and I had hot chocolate with some Bailey's butterscotch- it was yummy. We exchanged gifts and the best part was that Dusty- their oldest son- was coming home. I hadn't seen him since I was a sophomore or junior in college. So it was a great treat. We didn't visit with him and his wife very long because I knew they weren't able to stay long so I wanted them to have a lot of time with just Tom and Bev. Dusty's wife is really neat. She suits him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Christmas and we went to church and then over to grandma's for dinner. Dinner was good and we watched a movie before heading home. When it's wintertime, you can't stay away from home long or the house will get cold and the pipes will freeze (we have only wood heat at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we headed back to town because my favorite blood aunt was coming to visit. Aunt Elaine lives in Camby and came over for the day. We thought she was going to be over to grandma's sooner so we made it to her house by noon only to find out that they weren't going to be there till around six. But we spent time with grandma and then Aunt Elaine. Aunt Elaine and I were thinking along the same lines for grandma so we decided to go to Bend the next day to get grandma's new glasses and get her a stove for her birthday. It just happened that the Sears in Prineville had a stove so Uncle Nolan and Dad picked it up and installed it while we were coming back from Bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, after the trip to Bend, we all had lunch and then I headed off to the airport. My flight was at 3:30 pm and flying into Redmond you really only need about 45 minutes before your flight leaves to be there but I always go an hour early. My flight was delayed out of Redmond because of fog in SF, so I missed my connecting flight and ended up sleeping at the airport because the United customer service has a lot to be desired. They basically suck at their job and it's no wonder they filed for bankruptcy! Anyway... I caught a flight at 6:30 this morning, landed at 9:30, got my luggage at 10:15 and made it to work by 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I went home but I am never flying united again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113581109681125802?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113581109681125802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113581109681125802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113581109681125802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113581109681125802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-i-spent-my-christmas-holiday.html' title='How I spent my Christmas Holiday....'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113219544973783009</id><published>2005-11-16T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:50:33.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NASCAR in November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/DSC01471.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/DSC01471.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/1600/DSC01469.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8030/1141/320/DSC01469.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was NASCAR out at PIR. Lindsey went with me on Saturday to the Busch race and Tracy went on Sunday to the Nextel race. We had a lot of fun both days. I picked Lindsey up at 10:30 and we headed over to Avondale to the race. We arrived about 11:30 and parked way out and headed to the track. Usually every year it rains so I took my jacket but it was a warm day so I wore my sleeveless Cat Racing shirt (Wimmer #22). As we were walking in I commented that I was really warm and Lindsey suggested stopping to take my jacket off. I said no, I'd wait till we got up to the merchandise trailers because I would have to pull off the bag I was wearing across my body. I'd just do it when we stopped at the first trailer. I had no more said that then, a couple of guys were merging onto the pavement next to us and one commented that I must really be hot in my jacket. I said yes, and being "Rose" (from golden girls) relayed that I was waiting till we reached the trailers. By this time he, his friend and the two of us were all walking together. I looked over (he was next to me), and noticed he was wearing a Tony Stewart lanyard. I commented that I liked Stewart. The guy said that most women thought he was cute- meaning Stewart (or something to that affect). I stated that I could just squeeze him (meaning Stewart). The guy said "well you can squeeze me." So.... I did!!! Then we exchanged names- his was Tony. He said I could tell everyone that I squeezed Tony. He and his friend were here from San Dieago. They ended up walking ahead of us but kept looking back a few times and then we bumped into them again at all the trailers and he asked if we were stalking him. We informed him that we were ahead of them so that meant they were stalking us! We all got a good laugh out of that. Lindsey was proud because I flirted with a cute boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped a little and got a great deal on a couple of shirts and a ball cap that the Cat Racing team was selling since Wimmer isn't their driver next year. I also bought a Dale Jr. shirt (of course). We walked around a bit and then headed inside to walk around. We were passing by the Petty Driving school booth and Victory Junction Gang (great charity) area and I noticed there were a couple race cars sitting there. I didn't really pay that much attention till I noticed out of the corner of my eye that there was a red care with white writing on it. It was Jr.'s car! Then I was really excited. I was going to be able to really see one of his cars up close. This was going to be so cool! Being the observant one, I noticed that some people were climbing in the car, I found out that for a$5 donation to the Victory Junction Gang you could sit in the car and get your picture taken and for another $5 you could start the car. Well I paid $10 (would have paid even more). There was a mom and her little girl in front of me in line (a very short line surprisingly). I offered to take a picture of the both of them nex to the car. The little girl got in the car and mome stood next to it. The guy offered to start the car for the little girl but she couldn't reach the peddle so it flooded and then ran out of gas so even though I didn't get to start it I did get to sit in it. It's complicated getting in the car- you would think it was easier. It made my day. I was so excited to sit there that I was quivering and shaking (I know those two words mean the same). I had a permenent grin the entire day and even woke up with one the next morning. It was just the best day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl Edwards won the race on Saturday. I was a little disappointed because there wasn't a lot of radio conversations but I did see Martin Truex because his car was the fourth one in line so he was right in front of us and his pit box was the second one so it was cool to see them up close in the pits. We even made it back to the East side in time for church. That is because we passed up some hotdogs from some really drunk guys sitting in the parking lot who wanted us to stay and hang out with them. We told them we had someplace we had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I picked up Tracy at 10 and we stopped for breakfast near PIR but the traffic was so bad that we parked even further out in the first spot we could find and walked over a mile to the track. We did get a great laugh out of one of the guys directing traffic because he was standing in the middle of the road with no shirt on, on the phone with his orange flag and drinking a beer. We got there with about an hour to spare. Thankfully I did all my shopping the day before because there was so many people at the trailers. We got inside in time to see the driver introductions and I got to see Dale Jr, Tony and Kasey Kahne drive by. I also saw Gordon and Johnson but I don't really like them. (Lindsey likes Johnson so I took a few photos of him for her). Once the race began and they were still clumped together, we called John and had him listen to them scream by as they passed. It was just so cool. I love the sound of the motors on the racecars. There is just something about them that does something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dialed into Dale Jr.'s radio frequency and we listened to him- he is definelty my favorite driver ever! (just a hint if you don't really know me) He did really good working his way up through the field and then he blew out a right front tire and wrecked. I was bummed but we then tunned into Jeremy Mayfield because Tracy decided she liked him. So we would jump around to whom ever was having radio conversations. Stewart and Kahne didn't really talk that much so we listened to Biffle and Gordon too (not my favorite). We also caught a little of Ryan Newman. The best conversation we listened to was with Brian Vickers when he got into it with someone because he called the other driver a dumb*ss. We laughed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Busch ended up winning the race and we headed back out to the truck and quickly pulled into line (on the pavement) to leave where we stopped for an hour and 45 minutes before traffic moved again. We got home around 8. It was such a great day and I had so much fun that I can't wait for them to come back in April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113219544973783009?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113219544973783009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113219544973783009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113219544973783009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113219544973783009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/11/nascar-in-november.html' title='NASCAR in November'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113219385595038936</id><published>2005-11-16T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:17:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday...and I'll nap if I want to!</title><content type='html'>Last friday was my birthday and it was also the second day of our annual convention. I had gotten very little sleep the previous two nights so as soon as I got home Friday afternoon, I took a nap. It was the only way that I would ever be able to make it through dinner that night. The day started off with me oversleeping. I had gotten to bed around 11 the night before and I set my alarm for 4:30 am to meet Peggy Jo to carpool for our meeting at 6. Well I woke up at 5:30 (the time I should be leaving to meet PJ. So I didn't have time to do my make up till I reached the hotel. While everyone sat down for breakfast I quickly ran to the bathroom to do my makeup. The rest of the morning went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the morning was that, although I didn't hear my phone ringing, Dana called from England and her class sang Happy Birthday to me. It was so cute with all of their little english accents and they called me lizard. How sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening some of us went to a new resturant near Tatum and 101 for dinner. It was called the Yardhouse. It was cool. But they forgot my food so I finally got it when everyone else had almost finished their dinner. The waitress felt so bad that she comped my meal.  It was an early night because I was going to NASCAR the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113219385595038936?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113219385595038936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113219385595038936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113219385595038936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113219385595038936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-my-birthdayand-ill-nap-if-i-want.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday...and I&apos;ll nap if I want to!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-113027847164582169</id><published>2005-10-25T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:46:52.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young's Farm</title><content type='html'>So Lorraine, my friend Sandi and I went to Young's Farm in Dewey on Sunday. We had a great time. We "laid in" as Lorraine calls it (which really means sleeping in) until around 8 then we left the house by 9 to stop and pick up Sandi to head up the mountain to the Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first offered the experience to them I am not sure what they thought because when we got there both of them exclaimed as the the number of people there and we were kind of early because the parking lot wasn't that full. But we parked and headed to the tractor and trailer that took us to the front gate were we paid our $4.00 admittance fee. Then we stepped through the tented area and walked on to the various booths and trailers of the people selling food and crafts. We milled around them and surveyed the food options. We all agreed that the turkey brawts were probably the best and so we headed back to the gate and bought our lunch. So after we all had a dog we headed back towards the other part of the farm (where I knew we would have more interesting things to see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, Sandi stopped to use the bathroom and Lorraine and I waited next to a cheesecake dipping cart. When the man mentioned the cheesecake was from the Cheesecake Factory- Lorraine was sold and she promtly purchased a chocolate covered cheesecake. I stopped and bought some homemade pumkin ice cream that was hand cranked by a John Deere engine. Quite fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed by the rip lines and bouncy things kids like to play in and walked back by the haunted house and corn maze to cross the creek to actually get to the original and permanent part of the farm. We noticed the wine tasting tent out in front of the store so we all tasted some wine and then promptly went inside to see what goodies they had. I purchased my yearly jar of Apple Butter and a bottle of wine. Sandi bought some spices for cider and I'm not sure if Lorraine purchased anything. We then milled around outside and walked through the gift store which was sparse this year. It was mostly towels and potholders and crafty things rather than the usual Christmas ornaments and knick-knacks that I like to peruse. So we headed out to the tent right out the door to sit among the pumkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine wanted her picture taken so I assumed that she would sit on a bale and place a pemmican in her lap and have the rest of the pumkins in the background (like everyone else does their picture). But I was mistaken... She proceeded to crawl to the middle of the pile and lay across them and have her picture taken and then instructed both Sandi and I to follow suit and have our pictures taken that way individually and then as a group. Let me tell you... It was a lot of fun crawling across them and having my picture taken. The people around us were just watching and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed out to pick our pumkin (although Lorraine decided picking a real pumpkin and carving it would be a lot of work so she bought a ceramic pemmican to take back to England with her) Lorraine decided to go through the petting zoo area and saw some pigs, chickens and sheep. They also had a long-haired mountain goat with big horns and some deer and elk. So she paid the 75 cents to have us each feed the animals and I tried with the deer and even helped a little girl (probably 2 or 3) feed and pet the deer... Or Bambi as I referred to them. She was so excited to touch them and feed them that I think it made her parents day. Don't let it get out but I do have a soft place for little kids... I think it was spending all that time with Cari's kids over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine happened to have a little of the feed left so she headed over to the goat's pen to feed him and he was so excited that he jumped up on the top of the pen with his two front legs and really ate out of her hand. They were a hit with the rest of the crowd and Lorraine loved it until the goat sneezed all over her! Then feeding the animals was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to the pumkin area to find some pumkins- mainly for a photo shoot and even if we staged it. We also used the corn stalks for pictures. It was a lot of fun. We headed back to the gate entrance and I grabbed a pumkin to bring back for Tracy since she couldn't join us. We checked out just as it started to rain and then we headed back to the tractor and wagon which took our tired souls to the car... Kind of. We hoped off where we climbed aboard and headed to the car only to realize we couldn't find it... We were off by about five rows of cars and my arms were starting to ache because I was carrying the pumkin. But we found it and loaded our goodies and headed out and back down the hill. When we were leaving there was still a steady stream of people coming into the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun just chatting away and catching up on our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-113027847164582169?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/113027847164582169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=113027847164582169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113027847164582169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/113027847164582169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/10/youngs-farm.html' title='Young&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112922263424040729</id><published>2005-10-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:57:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project CENTRL</title><content type='html'>So today I'm starting Project CENTRL. It is a two year leadership program that I refer to as being similar to the national guard because it's one weekend a month... Although we don't get to drive around in humvees and shoot guns. Project CENTRL goes from October to May each year and we travel around the state to learn about rural Arizona issues and learn new leadership skills (or at least fine tune the ones we have). I'm looking forward to it but I'm a little nervous because of the other 29 people in the class... They are so smart and really know their stuff. It intimidates me a little!! So today at four I am heading to the hotel to start the program. I'm curious about all the stuff I will be learning over the next two years and all the people I will meet. I'm not sure where this will lead for me but I know that is will be really good for me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep you posted on the program. I am looking forward to the two trips the group takes. They take one each year during the May month (the last month) and it's for a week. Normally they visit another state for a week the first year and then DC for the second year. This year, however, they are going to Ciudad Obregon, Mexico for the first year and then to DC the second. It will be great fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112922263424040729?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112922263424040729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112922263424040729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112922263424040729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112922263424040729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/10/project-centrl.html' title='Project CENTRL'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112724352834063851</id><published>2005-09-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:12:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safford, Arizona</title><content type='html'>So I spent last Thursday and Friday in Safford, Arizona for a board meeting with work. Now you are all wondering what is so special about Safford. Well I will tell you. They have this really cool telescope that is 17 stories high (the building that houses it). And it is used by the government scientist for something... I wasn't really paying attention. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also toured Eurofresh greenhouses. They have something like 262 acres of greenhouses that they grow 4 million tomato plants in. They supply costco with tomatoes and they are really good ones too! They let us sample some. So if you are in Costco and you are buying tomatoes they came from Graham County in Arizona!! We walked through the greenhouses and the packing area. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we headed home and then Lorraine and I went by the scrapbook store and then over to my aunt's house to pick up my scrapbook stuff and then we had dinner and home. Saturday I had breakfast with Tracy and then did some stuff and went to church. Sunday Lorraine and I scrapbooked and I left for two hours to meet up with Tom and Beverly Wolverton who were passing through on their way home to Oregon. We had lunch and it was so great to see them. They are such dear friends and I think of them as second parents. They are at the very top of my list for favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday came around and I'm back at work. I saw a movie last night that I will write about later. It was too important not to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112724352834063851?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112724352834063851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112724352834063851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112724352834063851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112724352834063851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/09/safford-arizona.html' title='Safford, Arizona'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112613060253467006</id><published>2005-09-07T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:03:22.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall may be upon us</title><content type='html'>Even though it is past Labor Day and it is suppose to be fall. It is still over 100 degrees here. All I can say is where is the a/c button for Earth? I spent the most of the holiday weekend sitting by the pool. It was nice to sleep in and catch up with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to house sit this week for some people and their horses are going to cause me some great stress. I went to turn them out last night and one of them jerked the rope out of my hands causing me to have rope burns and a couple blisters, then this morning I couldn't get them to go in their stalls and the same one that tore up my hand tried to bite me. I just have to make it to Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed to Yuma tomorrow for a meeting in the evening with my members. I love to hang out with them. Even though it's work I enjoy spending time with them. Too bad I couldn't do it all the time. I am however, starting a new adventure starting next month. I was excepted to Project CENTRL- a two year leadership program that my work sponsors with other organizations. I'm looking forward to learning all that I can about rural Arizona and the people and issues that are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a funny quote to day that I will leave everyone with..." Expecting life to treat you well because you are a good person is like expecting an angry bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian." Shari R. Barr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112613060253467006?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112613060253467006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112613060253467006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112613060253467006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112613060253467006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/09/fall-may-be-upon-us.html' title='Fall may be upon us'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112491864655836638</id><published>2005-08-24T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:24:06.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home</title><content type='html'>I'm heading home tomorrow for the weekend. My grandfather turns 90!! So the whole family is getting together to celebrate. It will be nice to see everyone. I'm a little nervous to see some cousins (I always am). It's suppose to be in the high 80's low 90's so I think I'm going to freeze! It will be nice to be home and see Dad and Tom and Beverly. I can't wait to catch up with them and Zeb at the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I took my new roommate to a roping. The Coconino Farm Bureau was having their annual meeting which includes a roping and I invited her. I think she had fun. She kept talking about the cowboys and how great it was to meet real ones. They really were nice to her (not like they wouldn't be). On the way home we stopped in Anthem to shop at the outlet mall and I think that may have been the highlight of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112491864655836638?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112491864655836638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112491864655836638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112491864655836638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112491864655836638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-home.html' title='Going home'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112439021792735694</id><published>2005-08-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:36:57.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend In California</title><content type='html'>So I spent last weekend in California with a couple of friends and I had such a great time. They were there for a wedding and I just tagged along for the fun of it. We left Phoenix on Friday afternoon and got into Simi Valley late Friday night. Saturday morning I went with Lindsey to pick up her dress. Then we all had lunch and off to the hotel where the wedding was being held. I spent the afternoon reading and napping. It was fun just to relax and not worry about anything. After the wedding we headed up to Magic Mountain to ride the roller coasters for a couple of hours only to get there and realize we didn't have discount tickets and at 10 o'clock at night, I wasn't going to pay full entrance price for only a couple of hours. Thankfully Andy and Lindsey thought the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we woke up and went to the is amazing church called Mosaic. It was so different but very cool. Afterwards we went to lunch and then decided to go to the Santa Monica Pier to just hang out and maybe shop a little. We found the beach but didn't find the pier so we drove north thinking we would find a pier or some little shops to browse. After driving through Malibu and a couple of other towns (and a few hours later) we ended up at a beach in Ventura and had an ice cream cone and stood out on the beach. Then we got in the car and headed for Phoenix. It was 7ish when we left the beach and 3:00 when we finally drove up to Andy's. I got home at 3:30 and fell into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend and I so enjoyed just hanging out with Lindsey and Andy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112439021792735694?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112439021792735694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112439021792735694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112439021792735694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112439021792735694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-in-california.html' title='A Weekend In California'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112352715600565417</id><published>2005-08-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:52:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading for an English Roommate</title><content type='html'>Well I spent a week and a half in the Washington DC/Virginia area last week. It was so great to see family in Fredericksburg and the kids have grown so much. The new baby is so cute and so laid back. It was nice just to visit with Cari and Vance and get to know him a little better. We toured around the area while I was there and I met some of Cari's friends. They are so nice. I even went to their Catholic mass. It was interesting and I had a lot of questions for Cari. She was so sweet to answer them. I wondered about the process of their mass. It was a great experience. We sat on the front row so I was able to observe so much more from the front rather than the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week in DC was great. It began with a trip with Cari and the kids to the zoo. That was fun, even though we didn't get to see everything. It was so nice to catch up with old friends from other states. I never really thought about how many people I know from around the country. Some of my people I haven't seen in a few years so it was great just to see how they are doing. Some of them I see every year but it is always nice to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night in DC I took the metro down to almost the last stop in Old Alexandria and then caught a cab over to see Dana and to meet Lorraine, our new roommate from England. It was a nice dinner and a great chance to meet her and catch up with Dana. Then on Friday Dana and I caught up again at the airport and we had lunch then since my flight was delayed she ended up leaving before me. I cried when she left but I will see her again. I just miss seeing one of my best friends but I know that it will be like talking to Cari since I don't see her everyday but we do email and talk and I will visit them about once a year. Dana will have a great time in England teaching and experiencing the life. We are so excited for her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Ang and Lorraine at BJ's for dinner. It was so late when I got in because of my flight that I met them there and had drinks. We took her driving on Sunday morning and then to her first American baseball game that afternoon. I think she will enjoy her time here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112352715600565417?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112352715600565417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112352715600565417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112352715600565417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112352715600565417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/08/trading-for-english-roommate.html' title='Trading for an English Roommate'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112232799157190480</id><published>2005-07-25T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:46:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting DC</title><content type='html'>So I'm off on Wednesday to visit Washington, DC. I'm actually going to be in Fredericksburg, VA to see family till Monday. I'm there for a conference for work and took a few days off to see some of my favorite family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari and Vance and the kids live there right now so I love to go and spoil the kids and spend time with them. It's so much fun. I was there over Thanksgiving last year and it was cold and rainy. I hope I can survive the humidity this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana is also going to be in DC at the same time for her orientation to Fullbright along with Lorriane the teacher she is exchanging with for the year.  So Dana will leave from there and go to England for the year and Lorriane will leave and come back to Phoenix and room with Ang and I. It will be fun and interesting. We will miss Dana though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112232799157190480?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112232799157190480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112232799157190480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112232799157190480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112232799157190480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/07/visiting-dc.html' title='Visiting DC'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112110112863260565</id><published>2005-07-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:58:48.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Finally Did It!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So he finally did it.... he won a race this year! If you have no idea what I'm talking about, well, Jr won his first race of the season. I'm so excited and happy for him. He is such a great driver and has had such a hard year. His crew and car really came through for him yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed seeing his race because I had went to dinner with some friends and when I came back they were showing the highlights and I saw his car up against the wall and smoke billowing and I initally thought he had wrecked and I was bummed then I looked closer and realized that he won and was burning his tires! I ended up interrupting a friend's conversation... sorry about that Tiffany... to shout for joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Jr. I knew you could do it and that you can make the chase!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112110112863260565?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112110112863260565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112110112863260565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112110112863260565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112110112863260565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/07/he-finally-did-it.html' title='He Finally Did It!!!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-112008263439284505</id><published>2005-06-29T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:03:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I think 4th of July is my favorite holiday. I love fireworks!!! I remember as a kid, Dad and I would go down town and park on the street to watch the fireworks. We could have stayed at grandma's house but she didn't have a great view of where the fireworks were shot off at. Mom never like fireworks so she would always stay inside. We would hurry back from church camp just to try and see the fireworks. We would tune the radio to the local station to listen to all the patriotic songs being played. I loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I live in AZ, our church does a huge concert in the park and then shoots off about 30-45 minutes of fireworks. It's soo much fun. I look forward to it all year long. At home we would have home made ice cream and hotdogs or hamburgers. Here it's so hot that we just have a hotdogs or hamburger and sit in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think of the veterans and those who have died for us on this holiday. We are so blessed that people have died for our freedoms that we take for granted. I just want to say thank you to all who have served to guarantee that we still have the freedoms that we wanted when we became a country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said... Have a great 4th and God Bless America!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-112008263439284505?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/112008263439284505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=112008263439284505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112008263439284505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/112008263439284505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/06/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-111947620087140098</id><published>2005-06-22T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:36:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New roomie</title><content type='html'>So I got a new roommate last night- offically. Ang moved in to the house. So now I have two roommates- for a month. In August, Ang and I are exchanging Dana for Lorraine- but only for a year. Dana and Lorriane are doing a teacher exchange so Dana is going to live in England in Lorraine's house and she is coming here to live in Dana's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking forward to meeting her and getting to know another British person. We loved Kate- she's originally from England but lives and works in Scottland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will see how well she likes us after she gets here in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-111947620087140098?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/111947620087140098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=111947620087140098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111947620087140098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111947620087140098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-roomie.html' title='New roomie'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-111842654502294763</id><published>2005-06-10T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:02:25.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toads in disguise</title><content type='html'>So I spent the last week in Cincinnati, OH for a conference for work and I did not realize how much fun you could have in Ohio. Myself and several other people from other states (mainly TX, IL, NC and IN) would spend the evenings hanging out at a local pub or bar and just talking about events and things going on in the world. We did catch a great game between the Reds and the Devil Rays on Wednesday night. It was bobble-head night for Wily Mo Pena and he ended up winning the game for the reds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to phoenix I had to fly through North Carolina. I'm not sure why I had to fly to the east coast from the center of the country to get to Phoenix in the west but I'm not in charge of flying airplanes. So I ended up trading my seat so a lady (total toad) could sit with her kid. I didn't want to have to share my space. (Toad definition is one who takes up their space and yours). So I moved from the front of the plane to the rear where upon my arrival I realized I gave up my aisle seat for a center seat. Not a happy person. But the bright side was that the two people on either side of me were extremely small so I knew I would not have any toad problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a hint for you all.... just because they need to eat a burger or two (too small) does not exempt them from toad status. The dude next to the window took his space and most of mine on the 4.5 hour flight back. The girl next to me took her space and mine as well. Lesson learned- Do not assume that since they don't take up much space that they won't take up yours!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-111842654502294763?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/111842654502294763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=111842654502294763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111842654502294763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111842654502294763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/06/toads-in-disguise.html' title='Toads in disguise'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-111766654538636989</id><published>2005-06-01T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:55:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot</title><content type='html'>So I spent the first five years I lived here in AZ without air conditioning and I just don't know how I did it. I've only had AC in my new truck for a month and I can't live without it. I even find sometimes now that it isn't cool enough... I want more... more cold air!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after sitting by the pool all weekend and swimming and bbq-ing and watching NASCAR I was still not cool enough on the drive home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of NASCAR... I watched the beginning of the race at my aunt's house and then hurried home (12 miles of traffic) to catch the rest and I missed it!!!! I'm so mad!!! I missed seeing my favorite driver crash and take out three other cars. I was so bummed!! I had hoped he would have won but he crashed and didn't win. If you haven't figured out who my favorite driver is- it's Jr. and Waltrip just didn't drive fast enough to get out of the way!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my favorite driver... I received in the mail yesterday the new sticker I purchased on eBay. It's funny and makes me laugh. It says "Dale Earnhardt Jr is obsessed with me... he just doesn't know it yet!! If you know me you will know why that is so funny. :) I went to Walmart with Dana last night after catching a movie and I found (and bought) action figures of Jr. and my other favorite driver- Tony Stewart. I also found a bobblehead of Tony but not one of Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo. I'm getting ready to head to Ohio for a conference and I can't wait for my new roommate to move in. I have no idea why she hasn't moved over sooner. So in two weeks I'll have two roommates. It will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-111766654538636989?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/111766654538636989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=111766654538636989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111766654538636989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111766654538636989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot Hot Hot'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-111715056684599661</id><published>2005-05-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:36:06.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>So with Memorial Day upon us, I always think of my mom. If I was in Oregon, I would be going to the cemetery to put flowers on her grave. I know she's not there but it's more for me than for her. I do miss her but I know she would be proud of me and what I've done and how far I've come in life. I hope to one day have a family to be able to tell my kids about her and the things that she taught me. Both her and Dad always let me dream and go for my dreams. I'm thankful for that support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love for Dad to come and experience some of the things I have done in my life. I would love it if he could travel with me to Europe and I would love to take him to a NASCAR race but I don't know if he would love it as much as I do. My number one thing I want to do before I die (on my top ten list of things I want to do before I die) is to drive a NASCAR just once around the track. My favorite driver is Dale Earnhardt, Jr. I also like Casey Mears and Tony Stewart and possibly Kasey Kahne. For Bucsh series, I like Truex and Lewis (both jrs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I digress.... (being Rose). I'll explain later about being a Rose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-111715056684599661?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/111715056684599661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=111715056684599661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111715056684599661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111715056684599661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/05/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-111703747300569662</id><published>2005-05-25T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:11:13.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out the kinks</title><content type='html'>So I've never done a blog before and I couldn't remember my login or password for the life of me!! I finally figured it out was able to figure out how to post again. I'm looking forward to the Memorial weekend coming up. I am going to sit by the pool and spend time with family. Memorial weekend always makes me think summer is here- although with the heat here in Arizona, I think it's been summer for a couple of weeks now. I travel a lot around the state during the summer and am looking forward to that. I'm also heading out to Ohio and Washington DC for work. DC lets me also spend time with some of my favorite family. So I'll be able to see them for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer also lets me go to more baseball games. I've never been a baseball fan until I moved to Arizona and attended a Dbacks game. I love the social nature of the game. I couldn't watch it on TV because you miss the interaction of the audience around you. I love attending the games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-111703747300569662?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/111703747300569662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=111703747300569662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111703747300569662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111703747300569662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/05/working-out-kinks.html' title='Working out the kinks'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</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-13123748.post-111689207510060465</id><published>2005-05-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:47:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Times of Lizard</title><content type='html'>I am just starting a blog after I visited my friend Ang's blog. I hope to keep my friends and family updated on my life- no matter where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm still living in Arizona. I still work for the same company and I finally purchased a new vehicle that actually has A/C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is going on in my life right now. I'm getting ready to go to Ohio for a conference with work in two weeks. I finished my scrapbook up to Jan. of this year and I'm hanging out with family over memorial weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123748-111689207510060465?l=mylifehighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/feeds/111689207510060465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123748&amp;postID=111689207510060465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111689207510060465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123748/posts/default/111689207510060465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifehighway.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-and-times-of-lizard.html' title='Life and Times of Lizard'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04253974782347835276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
