<?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-612293967834020195</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:29:05.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Grandparents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612293967834020195.post-640789974818498912</id><published>2009-12-13T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:31:17.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>its has been so long figured I should say something.  We do facebook some now.  I like the blog better I think.  Our kitchen is being remodeled.  We are doing okay will get pictures developed and pst them as soon as we can.  Maybe I should say as soon as I remember to take them to the store to have them developed.  The last of the 35mm. Happy Holiday's to all&lt;br /&gt;jim and virginia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612293967834020195-640789974818498912?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/640789974818498912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=640789974818498912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/640789974818498912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/640789974818498912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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-612293967834020195.post-2356019562284270065</id><published>2009-03-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:07:27.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREAT YUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>A week and a half ago Jim got sick.  He was knocked out cold there for a few days.  He looked bad.  And than he had the nerve to share it with me.  Which in turned knocked me out cold also.  We are finally on the upswing of this thing.  We believe it is a cold.  I just have a cough at night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; midnight and than again at 5am. this morning I gave up that idea of going back to sleep after 1 1/2 hours of coughing.  Only fair to let Jim get some sleep.   Jim is back to the food bank and I am hoping to be back swimming by tomorrow.  We both went stir crazy for awhile as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; has to be one of the most boring things going anymore.  My eye's hurt to much to do any reading, this kind of stuff always makes me think of those that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt; poor people.  Life is good and we hope that you are all doing well.  enjoy the pictures.  untill next time love we2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612293967834020195-2356019562284270065?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/2356019562284270065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=2356019562284270065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/2356019562284270065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/2356019562284270065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-yuck.html' title='THE GREAT YUCK!!!'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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-612293967834020195.post-4856746721967208581</id><published>2009-03-05T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:44:17.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the fact that little Ed is fixing grandpas hair,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCNnfWUJdI/AAAAAAAAACA/363aFI1swE8/s1600-h/Project14.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309899670239323602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCNnfWUJdI/AAAAAAAAACA/363aFI1swE8/s320/Project14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make a perfect pillow to rest on.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCNnLqAr8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7qe-6CC_xJY/s1600-h/Project13.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309899664953225154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCNnLqAr8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7qe-6CC_xJY/s320/Project13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is one of the reasons Jim is my heart throb.&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/612293967834020195-4856746721967208581?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/4856746721967208581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=4856746721967208581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/4856746721967208581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/4856746721967208581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-fact-that-little-ed-is-fixing.html' title=''/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCNnfWUJdI/AAAAAAAAACA/363aFI1swE8/s72-c/Project14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612293967834020195.post-4751616571994094689</id><published>2009-03-05T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:40:13.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the pumpkin patch in Orting 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLZP3ug-I/AAAAAAAAABw/zmgtsZsQFz4/s1600-h/Project11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897226543072226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLZP3ug-I/AAAAAAAAABw/zmgtsZsQFz4/s320/Project11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph Rushton Family, Wendy Narvasa &amp;amp; Children, Grandpa, I'm behind the camera my best side.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLY25GhII/AAAAAAAAABo/tL3fWGQlAu8/s1600-h/Project10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897219837953154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLY25GhII/AAAAAAAAABo/tL3fWGQlAu8/s320/Project10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eary morning at birchbay canada&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLYfJs-kI/AAAAAAAAABg/IyF1KUrQffI/s1600-h/Project7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897213465131586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLYfJs-kI/AAAAAAAAABg/IyF1KUrQffI/s320/Project7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our first day at the lodge&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLXo0a0kI/AAAAAAAAABY/uy13qy76g14/s1600-h/Project6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897198880346690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLXo0a0kI/AAAAAAAAABY/uy13qy76g14/s320/Project6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our first morning in canada at the hotel.  That is one of the owners shoveling her husband is on the other side.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLXEA6rCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3TVVsGLvQYo/s1600-h/Project5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897189000653858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLXEA6rCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3TVVsGLvQYo/s320/Project5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/612293967834020195-4751616571994094689?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/4751616571994094689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=4751616571994094689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/4751616571994094689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/4751616571994094689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-pumpkin-patch-in-orting-2008-joseph.html' title=''/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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/_OjyX70h4eyc/SbCLZP3ug-I/AAAAAAAAABw/zmgtsZsQFz4/s72-c/Project11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612293967834020195.post-3887519615108844419</id><published>2009-02-01T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:24:02.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Vancouver Island Dec.2008</title><content type='html'>Wow its been awhile since we have checked in. We were on Vancouver Island B.C. for the snow storm and they got hit hard. They were lost as what to do as snow does not stick there it melts as it hits the ground they said. We got off the ferry and there was already an inch of snow by the time we got to our motel room for the night it was 3-4". We decided to go into town get some groceries and eat dinner so we did. We had price shock to say the least. I do not know how they live there. We kept our groceries in the trunk without any fear. Woke up to 2' (ft) of snow. Luckily the owners had a friend with a tractor and a plow attachment to clear the parking lot. It was still snowing for awhile and we were not sure about going to the resort. In the afternoon we decided to give it a try. Luckily we were with in 3 miles or so and mostly on the bus routes which they did clear sort of. We made it safely and they let us register and go to our flat, apartment, what ever. It was very nice and facing the bay. The view was pretty the few times we saw it. We got out 3 times twice to get food and once to come home. Jim was upset as he had plans to go all over the place and check out some fishing places. We lost power one day for about 4 - 6 hours. Jim slept through most of it. I read by flashlight it was fun. I got to see the sunrise every morning and it was pretty on the days you could see it. One day they called us to tell us we would be without water for about 4 hours luckily we were going for our workout and missed it for the most part. They had to fix something. One day it froze the bay Jim said I was not seeing right as it was salt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; and do you know how cold it has to get to freeze salt water? I said well come here and look I can see the path where the geese are swimming. He finally came and looked and told me I was wrong. I told him I was right. The next morning there are ice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chunks&lt;/span&gt; in the bay all over and Jim looks out and says the bay froze over look at all the ice. I told him he was crazy and did he know how cold it has to get to freeze &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ice water&lt;/span&gt;? We had a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chuckle&lt;/span&gt;. I have also see my first for real white out. I mean the kind that you can not see your hand on your nose kind, or the light on the back porch kind. It was freaky yet cool. I thought that this what it must be like in Alaska and the North Pole. I also had never been so cold. I do not think I would make it in Alaska during the winter. We came home on Friday as it was to get hit by another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Storm&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday. We left by noon and hit snow within 10 min. on the road and it was coming down hard by the time we got to the ferry terminals. No snow on the main land and we were glad to get out of there when we did. We have film to be developed and will get some pictures up hopefully soon. Latter Jim and Virginia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612293967834020195-3887519615108844419?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/3887519615108844419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=3887519615108844419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/3887519615108844419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/3887519615108844419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-its-been-awhile-since-we-have.html' title='Trip to Vancouver Island Dec.2008'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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-612293967834020195.post-4554020908233842413</id><published>2008-10-03T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:39:54.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObXD-LFu7I/AAAAAAAAABI/jPkRypws7E8/s1600-h/P8070091%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253122478603353010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObXD-LFu7I/AAAAAAAAABI/jPkRypws7E8/s320/P8070091%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObWuvM3wTI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jm3OJfEwiN8/s1600-h/P8070086%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253122113807040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObWuvM3wTI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jm3OJfEwiN8/s320/P8070086%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim's version of a candy store!!&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/612293967834020195-4554020908233842413?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/4554020908233842413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=4554020908233842413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/4554020908233842413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/4554020908233842413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2008/10/jims-version-of-candy-store.html' title=''/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObXD-LFu7I/AAAAAAAAABI/jPkRypws7E8/s72-c/P8070091%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612293967834020195.post-1098292016999124735</id><published>2008-10-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:33:36.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fish story #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObT5sWUOOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YBQB1jgAS0s/s1600-h/P8070093%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119003485026530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObT5sWUOOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YBQB1jgAS0s/s320/P8070093%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well here are the fish pictures Tim sent them to us. Thanks Tim for taking them. The ones that Jim is holding one of them is the pick out the one you want sir fish and the other I caught and Jim brought in. The smallest one I am holding is the second one.  My third fish Jim is holding is the one I almost got in by myself.   They make for good eating.  Jim is loving every bite.&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/612293967834020195-1098292016999124735?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/1098292016999124735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=1098292016999124735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/1098292016999124735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/1098292016999124735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2008/10/fish-story-1.html' title='fish story #1'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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/_OjyX70h4eyc/SObT5sWUOOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YBQB1jgAS0s/s72-c/P8070093%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612293967834020195.post-6334792920998012731</id><published>2008-09-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:48:44.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home again giggidy gig</title><content type='html'>Taryn called today she was on the way home with miss Sophie.  Now Robert and Taryn will be in the new parent bubble in their home as it should be.  We are so greatful to all those who helped them out during this time.  Sue deserves a nice break to with all the driving she has been doing.  It is amazing to me at how tired we get from sitting in a car even if you dose off (passengers only).   WELCOME HOME TO ROBERT AND TRAYN AND SOPHIE&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;grandpa&amp;amp;ma hoffman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612293967834020195-6334792920998012731?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/6334792920998012731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=6334792920998012731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/6334792920998012731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/6334792920998012731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-again-giggidy-gig.html' title='home again giggidy gig'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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-612293967834020195.post-5021419479821778520</id><published>2008-09-11T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:29:03.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on Sophie</title><content type='html'>I am bad at comunication quite often sorry.  I am going to try again Sophie was left in the hospital and Taryn went and stayed at her mothers and went back and forth as it is a shorter distance than from her home.  Sophie is feeding much better and is no longer in the nicu but is still monitored.  She is keeping her body temprature up and pretty much just needs to eat better so she can go home.  Jim and I are going up there today to see them so hopefully we can let you know more soon. &lt;br /&gt;Until latter,&lt;br /&gt;love grandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612293967834020195-5021419479821778520?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/5021419479821778520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=5021419479821778520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/5021419479821778520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/5021419479821778520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-sophie.html' title='update on Sophie'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</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-612293967834020195.post-1664560014819668435</id><published>2008-09-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:54:56.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grandbabies</title><content type='html'>Well on Sept. 04, 2008 we were blessed to have a new baby come to the family.  Sophie Elizabeth  5lbs. 8 oz.  18 1/2 "  her due date was Oct. 16th.  She is doing great and mom and dad are in new parent world, sort of floating around and most likely wishing for some time by themselves.   We are so very greatfull that they are all okay.   When we got home from the hospital that evening  Jenna called and let us know that she is pregnant also.  She figures May is her due date.  That will be fun to have another baby coming in a few more months.  It actually took awhile to sink in as I was still worried about Taryn as she did not look to good to me after the delivery of Sophie.  But when we saw her the next day all worries fanished and a breath of calmness filled me and I knew it was over and everything would be okay.  Sophie was doing great, but mom.  We are excited for every new baby that comes to our family.   We now have 21 grandchildren with one on the way.   We love being grandparents.  Thanks to all those of you that have made it possible and allow us to play with your beautifull children.  We truly do feel privledged.  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It was an overcast day a little chilly at 2am when we got up.  We were on our way by 2:35am.  We each packed a breakfast in case the restaurant was closed that Jim went to with Dick earlier this year or last year.   We arrived at 4:15am  found the charter office they moved down the block, got registered and looked for the restaurant which is no longer open in the am.  We found the restrooms and a parking spot and got on the boat by 5:? am .  The captain gave his safety speech and how to fish and I added no smokers around me or we would be going back to land and getting me to the hospital.  We stayed at the front of the boat and the smokers in the back.   We went for about 1/2 an hour ride or better and started fishing.  The first few fishes were dog fish most caught in the back of the boat one in the front.  Than my line (grandma) went slack and the guy next to me says start reeling you got a fish start reeling.  Jim comes over (quickly) and confirms.  I was reeling but felt like nothing was happening.  They said it had to be a King with how it dove down.  I fought it  until my hands went numb and so I handed it over to Jim and he finished the job.  It sure was a pretty fish and the the first keeper.   After I got the use of my hands I started back (just a few minutes)  and I got myself another fish a silver this time, once again I had to give my pole to Jim to finish bringing it in.   I find this very frustrating to not be able to bring in the fish after fighting it so hard.  I do at least get the good fight part.  That was my limit but we all get to keep fishing until the boat has its limit.  Cool.  The guy on my left keeps getting dog fish.  He did finally get his limit and than a 3rd also which was his largest and he does not get to have it.  Good reason to take a spouse.  I got my 3rd one and we went to the front of the boat and almost had it in but the deck hand does not get it, I turn my back and am holding the pole with my arms crossed in front of me as I have no use of my hands at all and I walk towards the front to try to bring it in to no avail.  I give Jim the pole and he brings it in again.  This time I am out for awhile as I got shocks going on in my back and arms and can not move a finger, kind of like a cartoon drawing.  Jim gets that fish he is number 6.   After things settle down enough I start again we are down to the 2 last fish to limit the boat.  One is caught up front and than another but it is a dog fish and than some wilds are caught and have to be put back.  I get another bite and it is fighting good I have to pass to Jim quickly this time as my nerves are not happy.  Jim fights for a while the fish jumps up in the air it is nice looking to and it dives into the ocean and spits out the hook on its way those stupid barb less hooks.  Someone else catches the last one and we are back in to shore 2+ hours early.    Everyone got their limit and so Jim got my 3rd fish and than he is the first person that gets to pick out from the extra fish caught by those with their limits they have them all laid out nice for him and the deck hand says take your pick.  Jim felt like a kid in a candy store and picked the biggest one.   Jim did have one but lost it right away those stupid barb less hooks.  He did get a dog fish or 2. &lt;br /&gt;We get home Jim takes care of the fish and eats some for dinner.  Tim took our picture with them (we are waiting for a copy to be sent to us).   Monday Jim and Dick go back out there are 17 people on their boat (we had 13) and they caught a total of 5 for the whole boat.  But they got to see a shark. &lt;br /&gt;I catch and Jim brings them in we are a good team!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612293967834020195-9046752391726884019?l=washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/feeds/9046752391726884019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612293967834020195&amp;postID=9046752391726884019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/9046752391726884019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612293967834020195/posts/default/9046752391726884019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washingtongrandparents.blogspot.com/2008/08/fishing-at-westport.html' title='fishing at Westport'/><author><name>we2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040440506338284454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
