<?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-525254986423492746</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:42:30.760-08:00</updated><category term='video'/><title type='text'>A Blog in Your Throat</title><subtitle type='html'>So that those who care can keep track of us without us knowing that others don't care.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-6129260270687853393</id><published>2010-01-15T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:27:34.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: part II</title><content type='html'>From the last post, I left off where us Powelson's were enjoying a nice summer of work and taking time to play.  Despite having a full and busy schedule of fun, somehow, we ended up with no plans for Labor day, and so spent a lazy Labor day morning talking about plans for where we wanted to be in a few years.  Discussion turned from trying to move from our one bedroom apartment (since the lease was up) and trying to find a house to rent for a while.  Craigslist results for houses to rent yielded very expensive results - how can people afford to rent houses?  But there was a little two bedroom home for sale.  With no intent of actually buying a house, we called the Realtor to see if we could check it out.  We went to look at the home that afternoon, and really liked it.  Two days later we put an offer on the house and the sellers accepted!  I've heard that most people look at a few homes before buying their first, but it just felt right, and you can't dispute that feeling.  So we bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1E_b9-hDJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xV1qjZdhl9k/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1E_b9-hDJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xV1qjZdhl9k/s320/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427188775683951762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FAzfSqESI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Zs5ZR-zvvC8/s1600-h/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FAzfSqESI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Zs5ZR-zvvC8/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427190279275417890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret grow house, which is one of the many storage sheds on the property. (If you come to visit us, Richard gives a special "flashlight tour" of our crazy back yard.  It's pretty spooky, but you do get your own flashlight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FBF5Fs2aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ej9Vx5DIEy4/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FBF5Fs2aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ej9Vx5DIEy4/s320/IMG_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427190595438041506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a good buy - 1) because the monthly mortgage payment turned out to be less than what we were paying to rent our apartment, and 2) because we found out we would soon need two bedrooms!  About two weeks after signing an agreement to buy the house, we found out that we would be having a baby!  And two weeks later,  as we were trying to adjust to that news, we found that Kim would be losing her job (thanks to major state budget cuts the whole program was closed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to review, in just a little over a month, we bought our first home, found out we'd be having our first baby, and found out we would be losing our major source of income - in that order!  Oh yeah, and Richard started graduate school sometime in there as well.  And right after that, we moved into Richard's parent's home until the house closed (which, by the way, we sincerely appreciated them letting us crash there and eat their food for a month!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Holmes and Rahe stress scale, these factors alone should have made us both at risk for stress-induced illness (really, the scale should have said we were at risk of going crazy).   And despite all this, I have to say that we've been incredibly blessed, not just because we haven't gotten ill, but also because life has continued to move along beautifully.  We are loving the house, and slowly getting settled in.  Kim is thoroughly enjoying some down time in-between jobs, and is enjoying a healthy pregnancy to date.  Despite the recession, there's been pretty job interviews and it's looking hopeful that there will be a good job soon.  Richard made it through his first semester of graduate school with great grades, despite all the life commotion. November and December were mostly spent wrapping things up (moving into our home, Kim finishing her job) and adjusting to all the changes.  So I think, with the new year, we're ready to just veg for a while - at least until May 19th when our baby is due.  Hopefully we'll have no exciting news until then!  Here's a few more pics from the rest of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got handed the keys to our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FGBdzUy1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/HAYux0YKKh8/s1600-h/1106091526-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FGBdzUy1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/HAYux0YKKh8/s320/1106091526-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427196016951872338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Thanksgiving we've ever cooked - rather beautiful, if I may say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FGW97fBxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/08IVES5XlR8/s1600-h/1124091707-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FGW97fBxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/08IVES5XlR8/s320/1124091707-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427196386353284882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother - back from his 2-year church mission in Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FNhd0E1QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_MBOzF7YDMk/s1600-h/ethan+homecoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FNhd0E1QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_MBOzF7YDMk/s320/ethan+homecoming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427204263292228866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with the Powelson clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FHWn2MNSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AAvoTDWUw6g/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FHWn2MNSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AAvoTDWUw6g/s320/IMG_1926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427197479937127714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in spangle - making truffles, going 4-wheeling, and gym night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FIB8d8K1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3m8izoP-rrk/s1600-h/IMG_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FIB8d8K1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3m8izoP-rrk/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198224206932818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FIBn2ipiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fTSjIpE1xIo/s1600-h/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FIBn2ipiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fTSjIpE1xIo/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198218672973346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onb=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FNBP_f4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hTmm3WMidzI/s320/gym+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427203709826228626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's it is, 2009.  Wishing all a wonderful 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-6129260270687853393?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/6129260270687853393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=6129260270687853393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/6129260270687853393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/6129260270687853393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-part-ii.html' title='2009: part II'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1E_b9-hDJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xV1qjZdhl9k/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-2574663169899846160</id><published>2010-01-07T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:36:00.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year has flown by, without a single addition to our blog...</title><content type='html'>I'm considering only posting on even years, that way every other year I have a guaranteed new year's resolution.  Actually, Richard, who is in charge of the yearly Christmas letter was feeling a distinct lack of creative energy for the task, and so it never materialized.  Thus, the task has fallen upon me to fill in the details of the last year - our 2009.  I think the main problem with writing about the past year, is that it implies writing about things that happened before September - and there has been so much change in our lives since then, it's hard to believe that there were a full 8 months of the year before that.  So, I'm doing two installments of 2009.  here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January - August&lt;/span&gt; aka the part of the year where everything went along nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was going well.  We had settled into Tri-cities living, and into our jobs at Lutheran Community Services - Richard working in suicide prevention, and Kim working in hospitalization alternatives (keeping kids in their homes with intensive intervention instead of shipping them off to residential care).  It was great for both of us to be working in the same building, but with different co-workers, as it meant that we each always had a lunch buddy, and someone to talk to if work got slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0alUc_N8dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NNgtSHss2mc/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0alUc_N8dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NNgtSHss2mc/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424204572011655634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Richard's sister got married in February, so we spent a lovely Valentine's day helping with and participating in that event.  In our spare time, Richard took to loving board games, and has become a collector of sorts (ask him about boards and bits if you dare), while Kim started, and actually finished multiple craft items - special shout out to craft club that lasted one meeting, but was still very fun!  Richard was part of music club with the guys, while Kim spent craft night talking, shopping and doing anything but crafts.  Craft club died, but music club turned into something greater - the Seaworthies reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March brought on the much anticipated first show of the Seaworthies reunion - with Richard on the keys.  Although much acclaimed, a few months later they performed their second and last show, leaving Richard wanting to perform more.  Thus lead to the beginning of the Powelson family folk band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ayI4Fj8EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FtWVFXigl8k/s1600-h/0726091957-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ayI4Fj8EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FtWVFXigl8k/s320/0726091957-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424218666778751042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ayIXsiHzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i43fRIa7mr4/s1600-h/0726091957-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ayIXsiHzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i43fRIa7mr4/s320/0726091957-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424218658083839794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Powelson family folk band has yet to perform, we have high hopes for summer 2010.  Watch out free family events in the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April - needing to refresh ourselves and shake off winter - we took a long weekend, and had a fabulous time in New York and Connecticut.  That should have been a separate blog all in itself, but here's a few of the best pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest grocery store of all time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0aqBbSmo6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pXEed0u_MX4/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0aqBbSmo6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pXEed0u_MX4/s320/IMG_1611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424209742696719266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday at Yale, at the oldest campus church in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0aqAyrDtTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bLgosTHX_9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0aqAyrDtTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bLgosTHX_9Y/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424209731793433906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to have a street vendor New York hot dog.  Truthfully, the gyros were more amazing.  But the hotdog experience was still good.  All the food in New York was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0aqAdQ5aFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/umcVkb1TrBk/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0aqAdQ5aFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/umcVkb1TrBk/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424209726046562386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ap__meuoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4Io_xEVTvtI/s1600-h/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ap__meuoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4Io_xEVTvtI/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424209718084024962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Al Roker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ap_WdpzfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Fk_RdNzZnFo/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0ap_WdpzfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Fk_RdNzZnFo/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424209707041148402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When summer came around, we also took some time off to head to the coast with Richard's family.&lt;br /&gt;At a little light house we visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0arPVumyzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_qMLraXuI94/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0arPVumyzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_qMLraXuI94/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424211081233353522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sporty shot of Richard on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0arO63nDbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4EhxnE5J9gY/s1600-h/IMG_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0arO63nDbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4EhxnE5J9gY/s320/IMG_1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424211074023361970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FOxxX_4EI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9xnLukYkQnc/s1600-h/yoga+on+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FOxxX_4EI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9xnLukYkQnc/s320/yoga+on+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427205642932707394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from work, summer also included going to Kim's 10-year high school reunion (why is it always so hard to believe that it's been 10 years since high school?), as well as a&lt;br /&gt;best friend's weddings (and a guest appearance by DJ honeysauce).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FPUcORA0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nmKYD0Jh_Nk/s1600-h/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FPUcORA0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nmKYD0Jh_Nk/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427206238550164290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FPTz151oI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pY_wGWCCCEo/s1600-h/6293_125404523490_789103490_2344219_714583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S1FPTz151oI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pY_wGWCCCEo/s320/6293_125404523490_789103490_2344219_714583_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427206227710563970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also floating down the river, watching the neighbor's fireworks on the 4th of July from Richard's parent's rooftop, and saw America at the county fair.  It was all going so nicely, until that one fateful day in September when we got a crazy idea...but that's for the next post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-2574663169899846160?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/2574663169899846160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=2574663169899846160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/2574663169899846160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/2574663169899846160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-year-has-flown-by-without.html' title='Another year has flown by, without a single addition to our blog...'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/S0alUc_N8dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NNgtSHss2mc/s72-c/IMG_1474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-4681281148308058332</id><published>2008-12-29T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:47:29.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-mas mems and gems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViH3UB2RyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9ItiavB1Pws/s1600-h/winter+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViH3UB2RyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9ItiavB1Pws/s320/winter+2008+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285123547058292514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;X-mas eve was great. the boyz played rock band with their father, Their virtual band "mustache towel" really revolutionized West Richland WA. The funniest part was after about 8 songs, dad yelled out "I've got blisters on my fingers"... yeah, he owned the white album before it was cool to own the white album. As for what the girls did all night...they just complained about how all the guys wanted to do was play Rock Band all night...a bunch of Yoko Ono thems girls is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViJv-JyBoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uDGEdtFFWTg/s1600-h/winter+2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViJv-JyBoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uDGEdtFFWTg/s320/winter+2008+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285125619950159490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;X-mas was also great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard gave Amy the greatest gift of all, a tee-shirt that had a women whose face was painted as a sky/tree overlooking a car driving on the highway with the words mother nature written over it... it was found in a mysterious department store. they are the type of store that does not realize how funny their clothes are. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViMqBYRWyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DyZ2i0W6z2s/s1600-h/winter+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViMqBYRWyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DyZ2i0W6z2s/s320/winter+2008+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128816271907618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard scored a sweet bolo tie from santa which is great, except that his nieces all thought it was a rope to grab on when they got off balance upon his lap... he almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were filled with returning stuff and stocking up on store credit... this way if the bad economy takes our jobs, we will survive... as long as they keep selling beef jerky at best buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViOElMwL3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TyP1IR2x5y8/s1600-h/winter+2008+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViOElMwL3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TyP1IR2x5y8/s320/winter+2008+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285130372075499378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-4681281148308058332?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/4681281148308058332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=4681281148308058332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/4681281148308058332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/4681281148308058332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-mas-mems-and-gems.html' title='x-mas mems and gems'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SViH3UB2RyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9ItiavB1Pws/s72-c/winter+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-7711949710801867655</id><published>2008-12-29T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:12:26.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-mas letter 2008</title><content type='html'>the blog is back.... well our lives have been crazy, but we just found out over x-mas that people actually read our blog, so we decided to continue... here is a copy of our x-mas letter for those whose address we lack... but let me say you are all worth the price of a stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sir or madam, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well another year has past. It’s finally time to deck the halls, trim the tree and the one time a year when hiding things from a spouse or loved one does not end with in a messy investigation and/or court hearing. Yes… it is the holidays, and so it’s time for the much anticipated but horribly executed Powelson Christmas letter.&lt;br /&gt; When we last left the Kim and Richard they were wandering amongst the tranquil forests of Wenatchee completely numb to their own boredom. In all honesty neither Richard nor Kim can remember much about the first three months of 2008. They joined a gym that had a special: “Free three-night vacation if you work-out 100 times”. So most of the beginning of 2008 was spent walking in place while watching Tele Novella or The Food Network depending on who had the remote. Near the end of March, Eagle Administration offered Richard a full time position. This meant that instead of starring at a screen doing a remedial task in the scanning room, he now starred at screen doing a remedial task in the credit department. Plus, if he did literally become bored to the point of death, he would have benefits.&lt;br /&gt; Spring began with a bang! Richard and Kim took a somewhat impromptu vacation to Seattle. The main idea of this trip was to experience effulgent rapture amongst The Experience Music Project and Science Fiction Museum. For those of you who have not had this experience, it is where one can walk around looking at artifacts from bands no body has ever herd of…Then, walk down a hall viewing replicas of props used in movies no self-respecting person ever claims to have watched. Although, they do have Sir Mix a-lot’s drum machine (they specify that it in not the actual drum machine used to record “Baby got Back”). At first, the Experience reminds Richard of his many walks through pawn shops, but then he remembered that he never paid 40 bucks to walk around a pawn shop. &lt;br /&gt; Later that April, future adventures began to take root. It all began when Richard was reminded, via MySpace, that he had been out of high school for 10 years. So, it was time for the forces of “The Class of 98” to reunite and expose how many of the popular girls have ruined their bodies with Rocky Road ice cream and/or multiple childbirths. This “reunion” became the perfect storm that would force Ivar Hillesland, Michael Cooper and Richard Powelson to sync their power rings of musical ability and bring about that magical force, known to the world as Rock and Roll Band. As if five albums of Genius were not enough to end the world’s problems. Rock and Roll band decided to record a sixth album. For album release date, consult The Book of Revelations.&lt;br /&gt; This, of course, is a good segue into the summer of ‘08. Richard and sometimes Kim spent most of there time driving down to the Tri-city area on weekends for Rock’n Roll band practice and relearning the songs they had worked on the previous weekend. Kim went on some private vacations to Spokane to deal with the stress of being married to a man obsessed with his art.  But Richard kept his eye on the prize. As the smoke cleared on the fateful August afternoon when Rock and Roll band declared their work was done (mostly because Ivar had to go back to Connecticut), they were left with twelve songs whose topics include: how much we are going to miss President Bush, Wolf-man real estate agents, and secret tears.&lt;br /&gt; Around this time our friend Blaise said the agency he works for might have a job for Richard. They set up an interview for the first weekend in August. Three days before the interview, Blaise called and said they had a master’s level position open for Kim. This seemed a lot easier then a long distance internet marriage based around building a small hut in the Orc village of World of Warcraft in which they wile away the hours discussing virtual finances and who has enough attack points to slay a goat for dinner.  So long story short, both got jobs at Lutheran Community Services – Richard in suicide prevention services, and Kim is in mental health hospitalization alternative services.&lt;br /&gt; Then in came the fall. It began with a move to the tri-cities and was followed by 4 months of nothing but good-luck and fortune. Of course Kim misses all her kiddos in Wenatchee that she worked with and Richard really misses being micro-managed and the many lectures about taking his full hour lunch. Being closer to family and friends has allowed us to decrease travel time and return to our hobbies, hopes and dreams. Kim has been reading a lot and painting more and more. She finished her first scrap book and one whole page of the much anticipated wedding scrap book that people are dying to look through. Richard is in a new band doing what he always wanted to do, play rock organ. For those that don’t know, being rather awkward, Richard was forced to use “guitar player” status to get female attention during his bachelor years.  Now that he has a permanent groupie, the black key furry is being unleashed. Both Richard and Kim have enjoyed working in the same building and having a lunch buddy to sit next to in the staff room.  They also enjoy spending time with the next generation. This includes their newest niece Olive, whom most predict will become a sarcastic hipster who is mad at the world because she spent her first three years of life looking like a dude.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that’s it for now. We love some of you, and have some sort of affection for the rest of you who receive this letter. We hope you all have a warm holiday season no matter what race, creed or color you may claim. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and to our friends in Olympia, have and holly jolly Winter Solstice free from evangelical pressure. May God/Nature/Xenu bless you all…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-7711949710801867655?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/7711949710801867655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=7711949710801867655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/7711949710801867655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/7711949710801867655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-mas-letter-2008.html' title='x-mas letter 2008'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-197819136032189369</id><published>2008-04-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:27:57.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the haps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R_mSky-l1zI/AAAAAAAAACs/69HHBbGWKks/s1600-h/bog+pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R_mSky-l1zI/AAAAAAAAACs/69HHBbGWKks/s320/bog+pics+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186337606751082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R_mSRS-l1yI/AAAAAAAAACk/a1KSN2pL6iA/s1600-h/bog+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R_mSRS-l1yI/AAAAAAAAACk/a1KSN2pL6iA/s320/bog+pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186337271743633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days grow longer, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggging&lt;/span&gt; doth decrease. Finding time to write self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flattering&lt;/span&gt; jaunts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;titillating&lt;/span&gt; reflection is hard when the sun is shining and the only thing that keeps a man indoors is his addiction to the halo game he bought at the pawn shop for four dollars. Ironically, during the hibernation months in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wenatchee&lt;/span&gt;, there really is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to report... Now the sun is up, we've been having all kinds of adventures. Kim has decided to take a swing at gardening (its cheaper than a paternity test, now we will find out if she really is the daughter of Lori &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Konshuk&lt;/span&gt;) so far so good... Then again next to our neighbors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; butt lawn art, anything looks fantastic. Speaking of our loud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; spent-all-the-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;macn'cheese&lt;/span&gt;-money-on-a-stereo-system neighbors, the other day the mother coined my favorite phrases yelled at 6:00 in the morning (of course this may be because most phrases yelled around here are in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; tongue), "Get your f**king A** to school, you little Sh*t, and quit dragging your f**king bag....and no more cussing or I'll wash your mouth out with soap".  To build upon the imagery of this, you must understand that our neighbor could easily be a stand in for Gilbert's mom in "What's Eating Gilbert Grape".&lt;br /&gt;Richard on the other hand has been hired on at Eagle (after being a temp for 8 months). He actually is working with the collections &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;department&lt;/span&gt;, do to his unique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;proficient&lt;/span&gt; use of the term "where's my money".  he is not making very much money, but they pay for college and a gym membership and after 6 months he gets a monogram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;denim&lt;/span&gt; shirt. Due to the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wenatchee&lt;/span&gt; is 5-10 years behind the rest of the world, paintball is huge here (so is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt; Park and tech vests). This has been great for Richard because during the initial paintball trend, Richard was a starving artist/student spending all his money on guitar strings and backstage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fluzies&lt;/span&gt;. He bought a gun and went up for the first time this weekend. He did alright only getting pegged twice and hitting some middle school kid in the chest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; the guys in the ward here only go every once in a while. So if anyone wants to shoot some paint, come on down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wenatchee&lt;/span&gt;, there is always a game going on and we won't laugh at your smashing pumpkins t-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-197819136032189369?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/197819136032189369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=197819136032189369' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/197819136032189369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/197819136032189369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2008/04/haps.html' title='the haps'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R_mSky-l1zI/AAAAAAAAACs/69HHBbGWKks/s72-c/bog+pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-3336823478916632066</id><published>2008-01-18T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:43:10.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Est Super Tol!</title><content type='html'>We went to Leavenworth (a German look-alike town in middle Washington) back in December as part of our pre-Christmas celebratory fun. I am just now getting the pictures posted. The day was throughly enjoyed by all. For those who enjoy a Christmas lights display and "Christmas magic" moments, I would highly recommend coming (Good Morning America came this year, and rated it as the number ?? of America's best light displays). For those who prefer rock concerts and extreme sports, this may not be your ideal, but if you like Chestnuts rosted on an open fire, Air Force bands, and Father Christmas walking down the street, this is the place for you! (Richie actually got out of buying rosted Chestnuts...a man was walking down the street and said to his wife, "Well, I'm done with these, we should see if anyone wants them." Not to miss an opportunity, Richie replied, "We'll take those off your hands for you," and the man gave them to us. What a friendly town!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us strolling down Main Street looking for Father Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GJ-5nMITI/AAAAAAAAACU/8F4wlsiJktY/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157054762026017074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GJ-5nMITI/AAAAAAAAACU/8F4wlsiJktY/s320/Christmas+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie on an authentic German phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GJm5nMISI/AAAAAAAAACM/zXxPW5DOwq8/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157054349709156642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GJm5nMISI/AAAAAAAAACM/zXxPW5DOwq8/s320/Christmas+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the photographer of the trip, I felt it important to get a picture of myself. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GHsZnMIRI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa4Y_TFHuVo/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157052245175181586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GHsZnMIRI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa4Y_TFHuVo/s320/Christmas+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gathering into a huge crowd in town square and singing Silent Night, they turned on all the Christmas lights. It was lightly snowing at the same time and was beautiful. Here's some of the shops lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GLbZnMIUI/AAAAAAAAACc/Sb1zuPuoc7Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157056351163916610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GLbZnMIUI/AAAAAAAAACc/Sb1zuPuoc7Q/s320/Christmas+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-3336823478916632066?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/3336823478916632066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=3336823478916632066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/3336823478916632066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/3336823478916632066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2008/01/est-super-tol.html' title='Est Super Tol!'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R5GJ-5nMITI/AAAAAAAAACU/8F4wlsiJktY/s72-c/Christmas+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-608338599135256259</id><published>2008-01-06T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:55:49.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard's top ten albums of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R4HM1JnMIQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zbGwUk8r_k8/s1600-h/bog+pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R4HM1JnMIQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zbGwUk8r_k8/s320/bog+pics+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152624662173982978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Recently I acquired three albums that made a big deal about being named one of Rolling Stones 500 greatest albums of all time! Since then I’ve become a little obsessed with this list. I remember when it came out. My roommate Pete and I had a few discussions, but I forgot about it soon after.  It seems I now have more time to listen to music, so I’ve been thinking a lot about my own personal list of favorite albums. To me there are three things that make an album legendary and worthy of being called the “best”: It inspires future artists, it needs to be an pleasant experience from the first song to the last and it has to be a nice balance of talented musicianship that the masses would want to listen to (in other words no Dream Theater or Steve Vai). Also, one of the biggest beefs people have with Rolling Stones’ list is the inclusion of "greatest hits” compilations which is kind of cheating, I agree. I also think too many of Rolling Stones' selections were based on albums that had two or three really pivotal songs, while the rest of the songs on the album were sub-standard. I think a good album is allowed to have a little weird stuff between songs, but each real track should stand on its own. I think that comes from being a part of the I-pod generation and being able to put my whole music collection on shuffle. So here is my list of the top ten albums that I hope to be on my mp3 player if I get trapped in a cave and music is my only means of staying sane. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Loaded, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Velvet Underground-&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Most people rant and rave about their first album due to Andy Warhol’s contributions. I think that album is great considering the drummer only had three drums and a tambourine, the violin player only knew about seven notes and Lou Reed still did not know how to tune his guitar. “Loaded”, however is really that album that I can put in anytime anywhere and feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. The Cars, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Cars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; I think The Cars were the last band that could integrate synthesizer into their music but not depend too much on it (as many future 80's bands began to do). This album is that missing link between The Who and Erasure, and I love it.  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Mtv Unplugged in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nirvana- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I hated this album when it first came out. I actually traded my first copy to my friend Brandon Leavitt for some trashy old school punk rock tape.  Now that I am wiser, I realize the beauty of this album. I think it is awesome that they play a Ledbelly cover, yet never &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;play their biggest hit “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. It shows there lack of ego in there own success and there love for music that made them great. I read a story once that you were just as like likely to hear Abba on their tour bus as you were Dinosaur Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Paranoid, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black Sabbath-&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Nothing but power chords, pentatonic scales and a whole lot of energy. This album is track after track of music all rockers aspire to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Exodus, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bob Marley and the Wailers-&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; This album was made after Peter Tosh had left and Bob added “Family man” and his back-up singers. It also was made while Marley and his wife were both recovering from gun shot wounds. I think it was his best album because instead of just track after track of rebel music, he actually has a few lighter songs like one about two little birds singing sweet songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Ok Computer, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Radiohead-&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; In the later nineties, rock music was growing very stale. Grunge had taken over and all bands either sounded like Pearl Jam or Nirvana. It got so bad people began to resort back to cheesy pop like the Back Street Boys. OK Computer was the album that seemed to shake everyone up and say, hey there is more to life then loud driven music with lyrics nobody understands, there is weird ambient music with lyrics that nobody can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Weezer (the blue album), &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weezer-&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; take the grunge invasion, remove the screaming and add vocalist that harmonize with each other and you have Weezer. Everyone laughed when I wore my blue Weezer shirt in 1998… now it’s a desired eBay product I will never part with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Odessey and Oracle, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Zombies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;this album was actually recorded in &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Abby Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; studios while the Beatles were recording Sgt. Peppers. It is said that the making this album was such an exhausting process the band broke up when they saw that odessey was spelled wrong on the cover (sort of the straw that broke the camel’s back). Since there was no band to tour and promote it, it was sort of pushed aside until a radio Dj in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; started playing "Time of the Season". Then a bunch of counterfeit groups toured as The Zombies and the album began to achieve some initial success. Since then it has become a staple to any music lovers’ collection including Elliot Smith (who covered "Care of Cell 44"). It is the best example of perfect vocal harmonies blended with organ rock.  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Odelay, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beck-&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I really think this album took the word eclectic to a new level and brought it into musician’s vocabulary. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It won Beck Artist of the year in 1998 and it one of the few albums from high school that I have not turned into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hastings&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It helped get us all out of the mosh pit and on to the dance floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.  Revolver, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Beatles&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Most “best of” lists really come down to what is the best Beatles album, and rightly so. Most people think its Sergeant Peppers because many believe it ushered in a new era and because it received so much commercial success. I think the only reason it was so popular is because so many other bands had gotten a hold of “Revolver” and created and pre-era that help cushion the blow. Plus Revolver has John Lennon singing over a guitar and drum loop, a technique that has been mimicked by everyone from Michael Jackson to The Chemical Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Honorable mention:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Dark side of the Moon by Pink Floyd and Soft Bulletin by The Flaming lips. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Now if I were to take out the influential part and count down my top ten most recent albums it would be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Foxtrot Hotel, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wilco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Our &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ill&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; Wills, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Shout out louds&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Everything All the Time, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Band of Horses&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Castaways and Cutouts, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Decembrist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Cutes Too Narrow, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Shins&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Trouble, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ray LaMontage&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. In Case we die, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Architecture in Helsinki&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Elephant, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The White Stripes&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. The Throes, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Two Gallants&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Dear Catastrophe Waitress, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Belle and Sebastian&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Honorable mention:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Illinoise by Sufjan Stevens and Funeral by Arcade Fire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-608338599135256259?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/608338599135256259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=608338599135256259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/608338599135256259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/608338599135256259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2008/01/richards-top-ten-albums-of-all-time.html' title='Richard&apos;s top ten albums of all time'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R4HM1JnMIQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zbGwUk8r_k8/s72-c/bog+pics+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-7279461425205870702</id><published>2008-01-03T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:10:49.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear your own bells ring ting tingling, NO FREE RIDES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R33Uj5nMIPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hgexNWnERKo/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R33Uj5nMIPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hgexNWnERKo/s320/Christmas+2007+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151507262007419122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well another holiday has come and gone. For some reason reminiscing just two days after new years feels like that we're that friend who keeps bringing up some played out inside joke, but reminisce we will. If we were to pick a theme for this year's holiday season it would be "the things dreams are made of". For example Richard is an avid "garage sale vinyl" collector. Nothing rare or special, just crappy records that were pressed in the millions ("Thriller","I'm the rapper, He's the DJ", "Sesame Street Fever"... he's got them all), but he keeps wearing out his record players.  So Kim, the loving and aware wife she is, decided to order him a more expensive "record player" online. Of course Kim didn't know that there are two things record players are now used for: playing those old 45's and helping skinny white boys with no musical talent pick-up girls at night clubs by moving a record back and forth in a rhythmic pattern known as "scratching"... and there are two separate types of record players made for each purpose. So this x-mas Richard unwrapped a brand new Gem-sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dj&lt;/span&gt; turntable, which he loves. So now Richard dreams nightly of cooking it up on the wheels of steel.* Kim on the other hand, discovered last week that Mitt Romney has five dashingly good looking sons. So she has decided she is going to try to get them to pose for a "sons of the president?" calender and get it published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deseret&lt;/span&gt; Book.  It's hard to say whether she now dreams of all the money she is going to make, or just being surrounded by the five hottest Mormon guys who are not currently in an a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cappella&lt;/span&gt; group with a whimsical name. Another big event is both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Powelsons&lt;/span&gt; got really sick because Richard's brother decided that using germ warfare was going to be the only way he could win Simpson's jeopardy... jerk... So spending hours prostrate on the couch helped Kim decide she wanted to finally join the masses, and watch all three seasons of Lost before the Jan 31st. Well she got hooked and we started watching like 5-6 episodes in a row. The result was we were both suffering from massive Jungle dreams, so we've lowered our dosage. Anyways, to all that we saw over the holidays, it was good to see you, except Greg, who is a jerk... And to all that we didn't get to see, we hope you had a great holiday... 2008 is the year of big things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to just flame Richard's thug-life fire, Richard asked for a warm-up suit (it was because we recently joined a gym). so Kim got him this awesome polyester Adidas track suit. Then because Richard like cloth hats, she bought him this hat that looks like something from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;newsies&lt;/span&gt;, but if you flip it around it looks like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kanga&lt;/span&gt; rip-off... yep, that's right, three wonderful gifts, all with accidental hip-hop flavor... good thing he did not ask for a new clock, she may have attached it too a gold chain and hung it around Richard's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-7279461425205870702?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/7279461425205870702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=7279461425205870702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/7279461425205870702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/7279461425205870702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2008/01/hear-your-own-bells-ring-ting-tingling.html' title='hear your own bells ring ting tingling, NO FREE RIDES!!'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R33Uj5nMIPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hgexNWnERKo/s72-c/Christmas+2007+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-5391611591064312679</id><published>2007-11-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:20:27.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days of glorious gluttony!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R0-eiCi2plI/AAAAAAAAABs/LqfYCKtk8g8/s1600-R/fall+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R0-eiCi2plI/AAAAAAAAABs/REVcfyzSzlQ/s320/fall+2007+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138500007488824914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a fabulous thanksgiving - in which we gave many thanks for things like our jobs, time together and cool jogging suits that most likely made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; in the 1986 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bloomsday&lt;/span&gt; run. Then on Friday we awoke at 3 am to join our friends Darin and Charla to embark on the great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; tradition: waiting in the cold for great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doorbuster&lt;/span&gt; prizes and to buy a bunch of things we don't need. However, this year the best thing we got was a really funny story... While the girls busted through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Circuit&lt;/span&gt; city door, Darin and I waited for staples to open. Both Darin and I were not shopping blind like so many Black Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;participants&lt;/span&gt;, we had goals. I was trying to get a new computer monitor and Darin was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jonesin&lt;/span&gt;' for a new flat screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. We were in the front of the line so we could seen into the store,  we realized that both our treasures were stacked right next to each other.... looks like this door bust was going to be a quick get and go. Then the staples employees started loading our desired items on carts to relocate them. That is were the story takes an tragically funny twist. First, the cart stacked with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tvs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; fit through the small opening between the registers, but that did not stop the employee from ramming those plasma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beauties&lt;/span&gt; into said opening over and over and over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, bashing up a all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;s on the front of the cart. While that was happening a different employee began pushing the cart with all the computer monitors, when all the sudden his cart was snagged and all the monitors went crashing to the ground. I started to get a sick feeling in my stomach... then the previous employee had finally found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; path for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tvs&lt;/span&gt;, but then ran his cart into the spilled computer monitor cart and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tvs&lt;/span&gt; tumbled onto the floor. Soon there was a pile of technology that used to be worth waking up at three o'clock and waiting in 15 degree weather for. Well we still bought the monitor and when we got home and took it out... there was a hole in the screen... oh well we still got season 8 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-5391611591064312679?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/5391611591064312679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=5391611591064312679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/5391611591064312679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/5391611591064312679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-days-of-glorious-gluttony.html' title='Two days of glorious gluttony!'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/R0-eiCi2plI/AAAAAAAAABs/REVcfyzSzlQ/s72-c/fall+2007+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-3027844085605996446</id><published>2007-11-11T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:35:07.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One crafty Saturday...</title><content type='html'>It all started with a haircut that Richard was in desperate need of. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supercuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; worked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; $13 magic on Richard's hair, Kim stopped in the Craft Warehouse to buy a huge tub of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the economy size was much more bang for your buck, but who can put a price on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gesso&lt;/span&gt; bang really). To her surprise, she was invited back (by a special corporate mass-produced invitation) to their "Christmas Season Kick-off" that very night. At first we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; care, then we read that this was an "invite only event" and we are not invited to many A-list velvet rope events (not to mention there were promises of prizes and hot chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;So to get in the right mood, we headed over to the annual "Holiday Art Walk" to see what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wenatchee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; art world had to offer. After a 10 blocks meander towards the first destination,we discovered that the word "walk" was a bit misleading*, but we decided to stick it to them and walk the whole way. About 2 1/2 hours later (and only 6 measly art stops, including a furniture shop who was trying pass off their rocking chairs as "art") we finished the tour. It was really fun talking with all the local artists, and see what had been done. So support your local art walks/jogs!&lt;br /&gt;After a brief rest, and a lot of creative inspiration, we were ready to hit the Craft Warehouse Extravaganza! It was by far the craftiest open house we've ever attended, and oh what exciting giveaways!! Every 15 minutes they would announce "Attention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Craft&lt;/span&gt; warehouse shoppers, please stand on a number!!!", then we had to race old ladies in puff paint sweatshirts to find a number taped to the floor!!!! It was sort of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conglomeration&lt;/span&gt; of cake walks, blue light specials, Barry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Manelow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fans and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart day after thanksgiving sales. Kim was very excited when Richard found a killer deal on an easel, and now she feels like a legitimate artist. We gloriously walked out with a bunch of other stuff that will probably end up in a bad Christmas present this year - crafts ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;after a lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tinsel&lt;/span&gt; and holly, we also discovered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;" was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to Veterans day, not x-mas, which was another reason the whole thing was a bit confusing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/525254986423492746-3027844085605996446?l=abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/feeds/3027844085605996446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=525254986423492746&amp;postID=3027844085605996446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/3027844085605996446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/525254986423492746/posts/default/3027844085605996446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abloginyourthroat.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-crafty-saturday.html' title='One crafty Saturday...'/><author><name>one or more of the powelsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08437962384945561260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/SVrGxXoGD8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RGZw7Jknwps/S220/Dec.+05+-+May+06+175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525254986423492746.post-745029700684602690</id><published>2007-11-08T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:20:30.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post halloween wrap-up post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/RzP639M6u6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tkDGkfYQH-M/s1600-h/my+holloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/RzP639M6u6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tkDGkfYQH-M/s320/my+holloween.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130720239733619618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/RzP6VNM6u5I/AAAAAAAAABI/NY4GawgjNkE/s1600-h/fall+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NT-gUcf3i3k/RzP6VNM6u5I/AAAAAAAAABI/NY4GawgjNkE/s320/fall+2007+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130719642733165458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we had two occasions to dress up this year... pretty much we were o for 2. Our first test was a Halloween party in the tri-cities. Richard dressed as a Australian game hunter, while Kim used our kangaroo suit to spice up her ethnic hairstylist costume. So we did get an honorable mention for coordination, but our costume lacked euphemism which was required at this party (yet not mentioned on the invitation). On Halloween we got a second chance, Richard thought he had a his office costume contest in the bag with his "New Kids on a Block Fan" costume, but he was out shined by a hippie, a viking and a dog show enthusiast dress as the grim reaper. Kim fared better with her funny glasses/mustache getup. It at least got a mocking laugh from an eight year old at the ward trunk or treat. So i guess if you add up a participation point from the party and a notch for being mocked by an pre-adolescent, we actually were like 3/4 for 2. 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