<?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-1357636654333221430</id><updated>2011-12-01T15:15:31.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Michael Robert Piccolotti Sweeney</title><subtitle type='html'>The road is my home, my home the road.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4015934618337220033</id><published>2011-10-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T08:28:32.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eulogy - Ann Piccolotti</title><content type='html'>At the Garden Valley Church of Christ - 1:00pm - October, 1st, 2011. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it’s been over 20 years since I stood up here. The last time I was in this building was with my Grandma and Cousin Lisa, right before Grandma moved to Jacksonville. She had a smile on her face the whole time! Good memories here. The family and I appreciate the kindness the church members have shared.&lt;br /&gt;There is no question that my grandma loved her grandchildren. She treated us as if we were her own. As I’ve reflected this last month on my grandma’s life I realized there are many things she has passed onto us, most of which were her Morals and Ethics. All four of us have turned out to be good people, because of her. I know this for sure. We all were influenced by her work ethic, which all of us in the family inherited. &lt;br /&gt;I see so many attributes in my cousins and sister that reflect back Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;Lisa’s love of art and pictures and the nurturing she provides Lalie, comes from Grandma. Kelli’s love for her husband and four boys, she cleans a mean house and does laundry like no other. I lived with grandma for a year and she always washed all my clothes and pressed them. I still wish I could iron like her. Apparently Aunt Kathy inherited this as well. Joe’s industriousness and willingness to pitch in and help was surely passed down from Grandma. My love of pictures and magazines, no doubt was influenced by her. Whenever I clean house I channel her, I swear. She kept the tidiest house and had the perfect yard. She gave us so much of her time. For 18 years I spent every Sunday evening with her, and she homeschooled Joe for a year. She loved us! I had the chance to witness Grandma meeting all the Great Grandchildren last year, the next generation and you could see the joy in her eyes. She loved kids. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and the food! I don’t need to tell you all; Grandma loved to cook and we all were more than willing to eat. From the peanut butter and honey sandwiches, French vanilla ice cream, the best chocolate chip cookies, chocolate cake, grilled cheese sandwiches with mayonnaise (only at Grandma’s). I still love chick peas, which she always had with her salads, along with homemade Thousand Island dressing, which I obviously still love. My love of pasta comes from her! Oh the spaghetti sauce she made from scratch was like no other (with a bay leaf simmering); I know Joe enjoys cooking sauce as well. Oh, and she always had a stick of gum, certs and coffee nips. I loved the road trips with her. I think we all loved them! &lt;br /&gt;We all have fond memories of the big house on Jackson Street. For Kelli it was like a giant doll house. Grandma always gave us free reign of the house, whether it was sleepovers on the balcony, which Lisa loved, or the fun basement. Although Kelli thinks the basement was a bit scary (I remember it as the fun/cool place the aunt and uncle lived from time to time). Grandma never let me live there. She wanted me closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;I have to take this time to mention my Grandpa, Lou Piccolotti and the love I had for him as well. I so wish I could have a conversation with him now as an older adult. Such a wise and smart man; like no other.&lt;br /&gt;I know there were times I disappointed her, but she still loved me unconditionally. I could always return home and know she had a place for me. During these tough times and horrible news, we need more people like her in the world, without question.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, this is not good-bye, but until we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4015934618337220033?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4015934618337220033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4015934618337220033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4015934618337220033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4015934618337220033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-eulogy-ann-piccolotti.html' title='My Eulogy - Ann Piccolotti'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7609355178352230329</id><published>2011-05-06T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T18:13:44.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two thoughts?</title><content type='html'>So I listen to a lot of radio and am a cable news junkie. So I ask myself; is it okay to have two thoughts or (really) opinions at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt;? I am happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OBL&lt;/span&gt; is dead, but don't want to celebrate this fact. I don't like death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of the s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trong&lt;/span&gt; men who performed this mission. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all men to be better. Let's just be better. And honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7609355178352230329?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7609355178352230329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7609355178352230329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7609355178352230329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7609355178352230329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-thoughts.html' title='Two thoughts?'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1614591419768742568</id><published>2011-03-03T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:59:32.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack</title><content type='html'>Once in a lifetime friendship. There are no words I can write that explain why I love these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580036489551874114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZaEpf3V-UY/TXBFn3l1CEI/AAAAAAAAATs/ebOSgi4qB1s/s400/JackSeanOOneHanded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1614591419768742568?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1614591419768742568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1614591419768742568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1614591419768742568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1614591419768742568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2011/03/jack.html' title='Jack'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZaEpf3V-UY/TXBFn3l1CEI/AAAAAAAAATs/ebOSgi4qB1s/s72-c/JackSeanOOneHanded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4528366070493799604</id><published>2011-02-15T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:58:51.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVjq-RYLsnA/TXBGtJkFVUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pNV2D5-JOU0/s1600/CabinTrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580037679787365698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVjq-RYLsnA/TXBGtJkFVUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pNV2D5-JOU0/s400/CabinTrees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4IUll7a4XQ/TVsdA270rsI/AAAAAAAAATk/0VsaLBSrJpI/s1600/Trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trees sustain life. I just imagine, while I am sitting here in a cabin in Northern California, how my grandpa felt, what was he dreaming about? Was he dreading dealing with the trees? Was he thinking about a family? He made his living as did my dad on the the sustainability of trees. Trees mean money. Trees mean their children will have water, warmth, power and an education. Education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my sister and I never finished University, we certainly have an education. The only regret I'll admit having is never getting a degree. Why am I writing about this? I am trying to connect the trees with the money. . . and then the education. . . and how much I love that so many of my family members have relied on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work and a work ethic. Because my dad and grandpa worked so hard, Kelli and I have a great education and are far better people because of it. Their legacy have made us hard workers in whatever we do, whether that is raising four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; human beings or managing many people. I am convinced that hard work, kindness and respect for people brings happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the trees. I love the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4528366070493799604?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4528366070493799604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4528366070493799604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4528366070493799604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4528366070493799604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2011/02/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVjq-RYLsnA/TXBGtJkFVUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pNV2D5-JOU0/s72-c/CabinTrees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7534741968892954681</id><published>2010-10-31T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:06:36.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Mae Talburt Piccolotti</title><content type='html'>It's hard not to sound cliche' when I write or speak about my family, but I must say I really do love them. Our lives are intertwined in a strange and poignant way. We all share the same grandparents, great grand parents, great uncles and aunts. We all share the same line as the two that came over on a boat from a far away land over 100 years ago, trying to create a better life. Don't we all strive to create a better life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a week since I've seen my grandma and some of my family. These quick occasions sustain me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to reflect. Here's Joe and Lisa, cousins by my Uncle Mike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534365370071193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/TM4D-1RRF0I/AAAAAAAAATM/_mag1oifkUU/s400/Joe%26LisaJapGarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7534741968892954681?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7534741968892954681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7534741968892954681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7534741968892954681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7534741968892954681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2010/10/anna-mae-talburt-piccolotti.html' title='Anna Mae Talburt Piccolotti'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/TM4D-1RRF0I/AAAAAAAAATM/_mag1oifkUU/s72-c/Joe%26LisaJapGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-337515630879139739</id><published>2010-08-13T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:45:16.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Mae Piccolotti - Going Down Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/TGXVslVxftI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SVQgIQ8DKJI/s1600/GrandmaPix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505041081444695762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/TGXVslVxftI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SVQgIQ8DKJI/s400/GrandmaPix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently saw my Grandmother and those that know me well know how much she means to me. As our Secretary of State says, “It takes a Village.” Being 38 years old I understand this completely. I understand that she loved me unconditionally. The concept of unconditional love is foreign to me, especially in relation to my grandma. Although I was an incredible grandson when I was a kid I was awful as a young adult in my twenties. How do I reconcile this? How do I clear my mind when SHE doesn’t have much of a mind or memory anymore? How do I let her know I apologize for being so ungrateful and selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I’ll try. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I pose to myself is: Did I disappoint my Grandma?***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is it true? &lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can you absolutely know it’s true? &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. How do you react; what happens when you believe that thought? &lt;strong&gt;I drive myself crazy with thoughts that she was mad at me, that she disapproved of my sexuality so much that she thought I was going to hell or even worse was embarrassed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Who would you be without the thought? &lt;strong&gt;I would be a guilt free adult that knows for sure I loved her and appreciate all she did for me and not let other people’s stories and memories get in the way. I would know her by how I remember her. I would be at peace. I would know that even during that decade I was a good person or at least a good family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can now rest and not occupy my mind with thoughts of quilt. I know the truth about how I feel about my grandma and know she would appreciate this. It was very sad to see her and I never cried so much, I really hope my nephews don’t think I am off my rocker as they saw me as a hot mess. We all were really. To see how the boys responded to her made my heart happy. I think they get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Going Down Together” This phrase or variations of the phrase was spoken in a constant loop by Anna (we call her Anna now as she doesn't understand the concept that she is a Grandma) during every visit with her. What gives me peace is it seemed to be a happy, peaceful quote, although I have to admit a bit creepy. She loved and still loves to sing, as I do. Kelli and I sang “Jesus Loves Me” with her and she remembered the words. She also still loves Dean Martin, which I know will make my Cousin Joe happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you Grandma. I really do love you and always have. Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***These questions were borrowed from Byron Katie, which I don’t know much about. She was a guest on Rosie O Radio this morning and inspired me to work on my regrets and false dreams. I’ll go into this and my thoughts about The Work later. One must use what works at the appropriate time when dealing with depression/anxiety.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-337515630879139739?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/337515630879139739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=337515630879139739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/337515630879139739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/337515630879139739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2010/08/anna-mae-piccolotti-going-down-together.html' title='Anna Mae Piccolotti - Going Down Together'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/TGXVslVxftI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SVQgIQ8DKJI/s72-c/GrandmaPix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-230201507346266107</id><published>2010-04-08T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:24:51.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals?</title><content type='html'>My definition of being moral: cherishing your best friends' baby and the sister and countless friends that take care of those kids. Loving your family more than anything. Honoring mom, dad, grandma, grandpas, aunts and uncles and the village. Twenty years of loving the best people God could bring to your life. . . um, to change you for the better. Caring for a home, four beautiful kitties and one amazing man who shares the home with you. Working hard and sharing the reap of the harvest. Taking time to enjoy the view. Respecting the human everyday. Having manners and being kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture of a goat. I know this doesn't have anything to do with the topic, but I had to share a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to, as my Texan friends would say, ya'll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457957451008811986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/S76PYlqTo9I/AAAAAAAAASs/UH98ursvyW4/s400/RamGood.jpg" border="0" /&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/1357636654333221430-230201507346266107?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/230201507346266107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=230201507346266107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/230201507346266107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/230201507346266107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2010/04/morals.html' title='Morals?'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/S76PYlqTo9I/AAAAAAAAASs/UH98ursvyW4/s72-c/RamGood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-3821928291704679939</id><published>2010-02-16T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:40:13.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>38</title><content type='html'>I must say I hate getting older. Physically getting older really sucks more than I thought it ever would. It's been awhile since I've blogged, so I thought this would be the most appropriate time to write as I reflect on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every birthday I always reminisce about Family, like we all do I am sure. One thing I have always loved about my life is my fantastic and fabulous relationship with all my family. Whichever side, whether it's the Sweeney's or Piccolotti's, I fit in and totally understand the difference between nurture and nature and how it all relates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweeney nurturing:&lt;/strong&gt; Me with Aunt Linda and Cousin Amanda. They are from my dad's side, which I am not biologically attached to, but we are bonded by the Sweeney name/family. I was raised by Sam Sweeney and am his son by adoption, but you wouldn't know it. I define nurture as traits inherited by those around you during childhood. Who knew Sweeney would suit me so well. Here's me Linda and Amanda at dinner in Dallas, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and free spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438945807033681362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/S3sEZQzXxdI/AAAAAAAAASc/E66JnV0sFKY/s400/MeLIndaAmanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturally a Piccolotti&lt;/strong&gt;: My mother is a Piccolotti and I had this last name for the first two years of my life. I mentioned nature earlier and know now more than ever that genetics also have so much to do with our character. Here's a picture of me and my Cousin Joey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I am around Joe I always think of my Grandpa Lou. I always wondered why??? I think it's because in some strange way he reminds me of Grandpa. There are traits in all of us that is linked to our family. I think about my aunts, uncles and grandparents and how much they really are like each other. . . like me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quiet and reflective.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948567837519490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/S3sG59mTLoI/AAAAAAAAASk/DSVxCiqrRcM/s400/Joe%26SeanOnehand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am thinking about my sister, Mom and Dad. The perfect combination of the nature and nurture. I thank them all for making me Sean Sweeney, a humble, grateful man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I know for sure: Appreciate the ones who have made you who you are. It really does take a village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-3821928291704679939?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/3821928291704679939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=3821928291704679939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3821928291704679939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3821928291704679939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2010/02/38.html' title='38'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/S3sEZQzXxdI/AAAAAAAAASc/E66JnV0sFKY/s72-c/MeLIndaAmanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7748750901973550402</id><published>2009-06-04T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:05:05.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SifhrlOEXFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FWPJ62i1Zbg/s1600-h/Belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343487621740125266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SifhrlOEXFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FWPJ62i1Zbg/s200/Belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to start the process to quit smoking today. It's going to be a tough journey, but I am confident I can do it. One of the reasons I am choosing to quit is so I can live long enough to see my nephews and my friends' children grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to all the new and old parents in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7748750901973550402?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7748750901973550402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7748750901973550402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7748750901973550402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7748750901973550402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-smoking.html' title='Not Smoking'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SifhrlOEXFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FWPJ62i1Zbg/s72-c/Belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-6780246203453038609</id><published>2009-05-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:30:16.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria, BC</title><content type='html'>After four months of working in Canada I finally was able to get up there for a holiday. I spent three days last weekend in Victoria for Victoria Day weekend. Here's a picture of me at the Inner Harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339120709346435458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/Shhd_02GoYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/h6F2Hvciymg/s400/VictoriaPicture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is the statue of Queen Victoria facing the Inner Harbour. Originally the statue was supposed to face the Parliament Building, but the artist was so upset by the fact that her hind end would face the harbour, they placed her to face the harbour. He still wasn't happy as she was too close to the street that anyone that wanted to look at her would either fall into the ocean or be hit by a car. He still didn't go to the unveiling ceremony. Artists can be so stubborn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339122166685599874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhfUp21iII/AAAAAAAAARA/5AWv2GAuB-k/s400/VictoriaStatue.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Below is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and I at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Butchart&lt;/span&gt; Gardens. Behind us is the Sunken Garden the highlight of the visit. Breath taking! There is also a Japanese Garden on the estate, but I must say Portland, OR has a much better Japanese Garden that I am not going to publish those photos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and her husband Jay have become great friends, and I must say after months of unbelievable stress it was so nice just to take it easy. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339124233807633122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhhM-fImuI/AAAAAAAAARI/goODIOP7EVU/s400/SeanandBeckGardern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Butchart&lt;/span&gt; Gardens Pictures. . . Sunken Garden, Fountain, and the brilliant Greenhouse. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339126514702505762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhjRve2VyI/AAAAAAAAARY/OZcNBBpLjLo/s400/SunkenGarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339126507789792786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhjRVuuthI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1QrcxN8pTeg/s400/VictoriaPicture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339126515101626578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhjRw-AcNI/AAAAAAAAARg/owR_4qpCHCI/s400/Greenhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stained Glass: I never thought of myself as a stained glass fan, but after visiting the BC Parliament building I must say I am convinced this is a fine art. State tribute to Art, Honoring the Queen Elizabeth II Jubilee and original BC Crest. . .  lots of history behind all of them. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339132735377316722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/Shho71TTG3I/AAAAAAAAASI/6Ab0YD3yk3M/s320/Arte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339129192135896802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhltlstruI/AAAAAAAAARw/wakVDK3RuGk/s320/Elizabeth2stainedglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339129189920371138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhltdcfccI/AAAAAAAAARo/kxh_yYUraDA/s320/BCOriginalCrest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BC Parliament Building. Brilliant architecture. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339131027124279906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/ShhnYZkCWmI/AAAAAAAAASA/mwwE0p9-g-c/s320/ParlimentBuildingFront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Victoria, BC is an amazing place located just north of the great of Portland, OR, about 5 hours north, you all must go visit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-6780246203453038609?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/6780246203453038609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=6780246203453038609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6780246203453038609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6780246203453038609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/05/victoria-bc.html' title='Victoria, BC'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/Shhd_02GoYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/h6F2Hvciymg/s72-c/VictoriaPicture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7100509184273121047</id><published>2009-05-02T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:42:36.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lungs of a 69 year old.</title><content type='html'>. . . not good.  I am going to quit smoking the first week of June.  I have to let it known.  I am thinking of hosting a ceremony.  It needs to be a big deal.  My doctor is going to help with it all, naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood pressure is under control and I must say the doctor was quite pleased with my tracking log.  I am taking it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a stress test on Thursday, and that went well, although it was quite apparent I need to start working out.  I still have some youth in me, as I will remain taking only ONE blood pressure medication.  So happy.  I could write a book on how strange the appointment was, ask me sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney is going to get better.  My friend Alberto branded it, "How Sweeney got his groove back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today made me realize how precious life really is and not to take youth for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7100509184273121047?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7100509184273121047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7100509184273121047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7100509184273121047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7100509184273121047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/05/lungs-of-69-year-old.html' title='Lungs of a 69 year old.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1745452708417293948</id><published>2009-04-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:28:34.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring can really hang you up the most. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SfMo3My_qgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VmgFA2qbz9k/s1600-h/StFancisDaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328647712902457858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SfMo3My_qgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VmgFA2qbz9k/s400/StFancisDaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the longest winter of my life I must say I have never been happier to be in Oregon and live in the house I call home. The Garden is looking better than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of getting older has never bothered me until two weeks ago. I have had some real back pain issues, actually the worse pain I've ever experienced. So, I scheduled an appointment with a new doctor at my Medical Clinic last Monday to check it out. Well come to find out my back is the least of my worries. I have extremely (scary) high blood pressure and am now on medication to get it under control. By her request I bought a blood pressure machine and have started recording my blood pressure daily. As sad as all this makes me I understand I can reverse it and use this as an excuse to get my health back to where it was years ago. This will include quitting smoking, seriously. It all ties back to my post below about being huge. So my new, wonderfully nagging doctor is going to see me every few weeks to help me live my best life. Mark my words, "Sweeney will get his groove back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor: She's young and hip, has great fashion sense, is very tough and you know I can't say no to a strong, intelligent powerful woman, with class. I won't get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being home for nearly 14 hours and seeing the beautiful gardens and the kitties I feel blessed and want to make sure I have a long healthy life for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SfMpP89_GvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9Wsumd9dt6k/s1600-h/Yellowdafsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328648138150320882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SfMpP89_GvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9Wsumd9dt6k/s400/Yellowdafsun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1745452708417293948?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1745452708417293948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1745452708417293948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1745452708417293948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1745452708417293948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-can-really-hang-you-up-most.html' title='Spring can really hang you up the most. . .'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SfMo3My_qgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VmgFA2qbz9k/s72-c/StFancisDaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-770492287523932326</id><published>2009-04-11T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:01:24.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge</title><content type='html'>Okay. I am going to throw it out there. I am big and I hate it. About two years ago I lost 30 pounds at the request of my doctor and I did it. I went from 232 to 202. Hurray! Then I allowed work to stress me out to where I ate and ate and ate and ate. The irony is that while I cut and cut and cut the $$$ because of my work obligation, I grew and grew and grew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I walked by a scale and thought I'd just check it out (don't know why the scale was there) and well guess what? I am now at 254 lbs. What?!? What?!? Again, What!?! 254!?! How did that happen? When did that happen? Why did that happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind flooded with memories of when I was a thin dancer, actor, and sexy guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I used to mock and make fun the idea of dieting and how if you don't stick with it you'll gain it all back again and more. Well, I'll tell you what, I am eating my words (or the pizza sitting next to me). Oh no, I am now one of those? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently joined Facebook and have decided to go to my 20th High School reunion. Again, what? 20 years!?! Oh, yes. I need a reason to lose the pounds and am proud that I even want to attend the reunion. I have learned the last few months that not only have I evolved, but many others as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that reads this please encourage me and share any story you may have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-770492287523932326?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/770492287523932326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=770492287523932326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/770492287523932326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/770492287523932326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/04/huge.html' title='Huge'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-5944594946525104766</id><published>2009-04-11T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:25:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulcan, Alberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SeBDIvLSrqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dwRUM_4yCsA/s1600-h/VulcanSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SeBDIvLSrqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dwRUM_4yCsA/s400/VulcanSign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323328576933768866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .  And you thought the US had some crazy roadside attractions.  Above is a picture of the sign in Vulcan, AB.  Below is a picture for my trekkie friends of the Starship Enterprise. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SeBD0G-2iKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VAItRFokbFo/s1600-h/Starship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SeBD0G-2iKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VAItRFokbFo/s400/Starship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323329322058418338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below:  Me as Captain Janeway, who was the captain of Voyager.  This was the only Star Trek series I really got into due to Jim and really my favorite.  God that seems like years ago. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SeBEzmdm4TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5_rTWlXFKsM/s1600-h/Jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SeBEzmdm4TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5_rTWlXFKsM/s400/Jane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323330412840673586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny because I feel like I am from another planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-5944594946525104766?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/5944594946525104766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=5944594946525104766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5944594946525104766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5944594946525104766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/04/vulcan-alberta.html' title='Vulcan, Alberta'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SeBDIvLSrqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dwRUM_4yCsA/s72-c/VulcanSign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1463959690038211975</id><published>2009-03-21T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:59:25.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving down memory lane again. . .</title><content type='html'>"Memories" sung by Barbra from Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyx2n_p9OZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyx2n_p9OZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4305893959402571854</id><published>2009-03-13T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:19:53.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Award Winner</title><content type='html'>Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J72thWNW6PE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J72thWNW6PE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4305893959402571854?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4305893959402571854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4305893959402571854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4305893959402571854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4305893959402571854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/03/tony-award-winner.html' title='Tony Award Winner'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4702717034352070320</id><published>2009-03-13T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:06:07.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked.</title><content type='html'>Below is a promo video. I saw this play live on Tuesday with my good friend Kim. Loved every moment of it. . . Go see the show live if you can. . . This is the published version. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMan2n7RjD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMan2n7RjD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4702717034352070320?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4702717034352070320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4702717034352070320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4702717034352070320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4702717034352070320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/03/wicked.html' title='Wicked.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4960786603799157629</id><published>2009-02-28T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:44:18.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross Mathews</title><content type='html'>Over the last few months I have posted videos of Ross the Intern from The Tonight Show, I just think he's the best and funny.  Well he was just hired by the pop culture TV show The Insider and now has an online show which is all about Hollywood called Inside Dish with Ross Mathews.  I just love it and have added the link to my Greatest Sites.  Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4960786603799157629?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4960786603799157629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4960786603799157629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4960786603799157629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4960786603799157629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/ross-mathews.html' title='Ross Mathews'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-5407479946111686618</id><published>2009-02-27T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:32:21.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Love Me.</title><content type='html'>Okay, now that I am thinking about it, I must post a video of Madonna singing &lt;strong&gt;You Must Love Me&lt;/strong&gt; live form the Oscars, 1997.  Has it been that long since the movie came out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONesBVPqEEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONesBVPqEEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-5407479946111686618?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/5407479946111686618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=5407479946111686618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5407479946111686618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5407479946111686618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-must-love-me.html' title='You Must Love Me.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4499456964127065440</id><published>2009-02-27T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:47:41.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I am telling you by Jennifer Hudson.</title><content type='html'>Canada, Just Love Me. . .  I feel like Eva Peron from Evita. I watched Oprah today in which Jennifer Hudson was a guest.  I loved it!  Below is the song &lt;strong&gt;And I am Telling You&lt;/strong&gt;, sung live.  I am not really a fan of Ms. Hudson, but this is pretty cool. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y05er2lEEXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y05er2lEEXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4499456964127065440?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4499456964127065440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4499456964127065440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4499456964127065440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4499456964127065440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-am-telling-you-by-jennifer-hudson.html' title='And I am telling you by Jennifer Hudson.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-5391876097602720252</id><published>2009-02-21T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:42:39.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofino, BC - Another Room with a View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SaBXB8bmfnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/soxPvwoIx0s/s1600-h/TofinoBest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SaBXB8bmfnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/soxPvwoIx0s/s400/TofinoBest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305336051955826290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a shot from my room in Tofino, BC last Sunday at sunset. Many of you know my favorite place on North America is the NO CA coast in the Redwoods. I think I may have to change that. Tofino, BC was the most amazing place and so lush. My friend Kim picked me up from the airport yesterday and when I told her I wanted to move up there she kidded me, "Wanna live on a commune up there?" Our running joke is that someday I am going to start a commune sometime/somewhere in my life, and I always thought it would be in the Redwoods, but I am now rethinking this. I just may start one in the rain forest on Vancouver Island. Something I discovered during the last two weeks: I am drawn to water, which is funny to me as I hate swimming for many reasons. But I think I could get used to being on a boat or living on a houseboat. I also fell in love with Victoria, it's no wonder it's a tourist trap. Go visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-5391876097602720252?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/5391876097602720252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=5391876097602720252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5391876097602720252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5391876097602720252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/tofino-bc-another-room-with-view.html' title='Tofino, BC - Another Room with a View'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SaBXB8bmfnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/soxPvwoIx0s/s72-c/TofinoBest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1196213723043358816</id><published>2009-02-14T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:23:29.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanaimo, BC - Room with a view.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SZdDqHesw8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Pk766tUUuY4/s1600-h/Nanaimo+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SZdDqHesw8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Pk766tUUuY4/s400/Nanaimo+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302781477093426114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is Downtown Nanaimo, BC. This is the view from my room. Nanaimo is about the size of Eugene, OR, but on the water. Off to Tofino, BC on the west coast of the Island tomorrow afternoon. Again, I think I could live by the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1196213723043358816?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1196213723043358816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1196213723043358816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1196213723043358816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1196213723043358816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/nanaimo-bc-room-with-view.html' title='Nanaimo, BC - Room with a view.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SZdDqHesw8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Pk766tUUuY4/s72-c/Nanaimo+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-5029601401960326615</id><published>2009-02-13T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:43:48.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada, I Love You:  Message from the Queen.</title><content type='html'>From Kids in the Hall:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IloIoGj5Mj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IloIoGj5Mj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-5029601401960326615?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/5029601401960326615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=5029601401960326615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5029601401960326615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5029601401960326615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/canada-i-love-you-message-from-queen.html' title='Canada, I Love You:  Message from the Queen.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-460877647552833514</id><published>2009-02-13T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:57:06.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SZYtt2TjHYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xYGH7QHEisE/s1600-h/FerryPix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SZYtt2TjHYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xYGH7QHEisE/s400/FerryPix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302475876970208642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture from the deck on the ferry I road on from Vancouver, BC to Nanaimo, BC on Wednesday. For the hour and a half on the boat all I thought about was my Grandma as she exposed me to the ferries back when I was kid. Her name is Ann Piccolotti. We took a trip in the eighties from Seattle, WA to Whidbey Island, I think I was ten. My Grandma always took me to new places and we had such great adventures. This was my first trip to Seattle and I remember being in awe of the tall buildings and the water. She is still alive and living with my Aunt Tony and her partner Wanda in Florida. Grandma has severe dementia, which has saddened me. As I finish my 36th year I reflect on all the people in my life that loved me unconditionally. She will always be number one on my list of favorite humans, and I regret any poor judgements I made that she had to deal with. God bless her and all grandparents that helped raise us. I also miss my Grandpa. I so wish I could talk with him now and discuss politics and the social condition of our society. He was a wise man and I wish I had tapped into the wisdom rather than being selfish and not paying attention. My hope and resolution is to be more grateful.  Love your elders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-460877647552833514?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/460877647552833514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=460877647552833514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/460877647552833514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/460877647552833514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SZYtt2TjHYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xYGH7QHEisE/s72-c/FerryPix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-6507776409029121564</id><published>2009-02-08T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:39:07.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banff, Alberta Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8RMOxV4vI/AAAAAAAAANw/sU9O94YO4ec/s1600-h/BanffSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8RMOxV4vI/AAAAAAAAANw/sU9O94YO4ec/s400/BanffSign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300474188259517170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last two weeks in Canada I had the pleasure to visit the Canadian Rockies. Above is an ice sculpture sign we found in Lake Louise. I got the lucky end of the stick. The other guys were in frigid rural towns. I spent the last three weeks with a fellow Manager, Laurie. I can safely say we are now friends and the best road warriors ever!! Here's us with Kirby, such a cute and fun pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8SEirJ4qI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IrmhEyoBtKg/s1600-h/RoadWarriorsandK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8SEirJ4qI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IrmhEyoBtKg/s400/RoadWarriorsandK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300475155674948258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me after supper in the Banff Springs Hotel. Check of the scenery behind me, this was my view during the meal. I am not one to be overwhelmed with mountains and valleys as I grew up in the Northwest, but this took my breath away. I had the best Mac and Cheese ever. It was made with a delightful truffle sauce, came with grilled cheese sandwiches and served with homemade Ketchup. The Canadians love their ketchup! Over the years I've eaten Mac and Cheese with ketchup, so I was very pleased. Dessert was Chocolate and banana bread pudding with an amazing chocolate sauce and fruit. I also like this photo because I look thin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8TgHikPwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KR1bvBGjVb8/s1600-h/SeanBanffLunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8TgHikPwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KR1bvBGjVb8/s400/SeanBanffLunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300476728939134722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me after dinner outside the Banff Springs Hotel. . . Check out my new wool coat I bought just for my time in Canada. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8UTqlhFFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fk5IcRZ3kDE/s1600-h/SeanBanffSpringsHotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8UTqlhFFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fk5IcRZ3kDE/s400/SeanBanffSpringsHotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300477614520079442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Rundle Lodge, a wonderful place. We got a great deal as it's the slow season and the economy is not doing too well up there. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8U8RCc2KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hdnhwNbsKTU/s1600-h/RundleLodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8U8RCc2KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hdnhwNbsKTU/s400/RundleLodge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300478312036751522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Rocky Mountains. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8Vq5HUgdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GBq5Ss0Yyy4/s1600-h/BanffMountain5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8Vq5HUgdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GBq5Ss0Yyy4/s200/BanffMountain5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479113068577234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8V8SIktvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SNjk5aRNNi4/s1600-h/BanffMountain4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8V8SIktvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SNjk5aRNNi4/s200/BanffMountain4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479411842496242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8WfqgJPtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HFhUfLfvgJA/s1600-h/BanffMountain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8WfqgJPtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HFhUfLfvgJA/s200/BanffMountain2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300480019679231698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8W-6ZW35I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hxDVlBSInm0/s1600-h/BanffMountain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8W-6ZW35I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hxDVlBSInm0/s200/BanffMountain1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300480556521676690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so stressful, but side trips like this and a little retail therapy makes it all worth it. You all must visit Banff sometime in your lifetime. Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just joined Facebook. This too is amazing and so much fun!! I've found so many long lost peeps. Off to Vancouver Island, BC on Tuesday. Can't wait to visit Victoria!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-6507776409029121564?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/6507776409029121564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=6507776409029121564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6507776409029121564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6507776409029121564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/02/bannf-alberta-canada.html' title='Banff, Alberta Canada'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SY8RMOxV4vI/AAAAAAAAANw/sU9O94YO4ec/s72-c/BanffSign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-2831262445356996942</id><published>2009-01-31T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:27:56.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I think of a place. . .</title><content type='html'>. . . I think of Home. A few blogs ago I posted a Youtube video of Whitney singing Home from The Wiz. Below is Diana Ross singing the same song live. Most may know this version better. This song brings me to tears in so many ways. I can't tell you how brilliant I think it is.  It's a whole new meaning to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such hard work up here in Canada. Lovely people and country, but I am a bit homesick. I hope you enjoy. I was just a kid when this song was composed. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KujrDlMA2w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KujrDlMA2w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-2831262445356996942?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/2831262445356996942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=2831262445356996942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2831262445356996942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2831262445356996942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-think-of-place.html' title='When I think of a place. . .'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4775371342025547036</id><published>2009-01-24T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:19:37.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Pix</title><content type='html'>Here are some photos of my journey. I've decide the next two weeks I'll get some more interesting pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week and last day was spent in Calgary. I just love the Evergreen trees in Canada.  They are gorgeous and seem to be so different than the trees we have in the Pacific Northwest.  I have to do some research to find out what they are exactly.  They kind of look like nobel firs, but with a deeper, darker green. Calgary's skyline. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtiJnjOylI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fPdGbdgh4oU/s1600-h/Calgary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtiJnjOylI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fPdGbdgh4oU/s400/Calgary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933704279247442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Calgary to Edmonton, AB. On Monday I spent the afternoon in Maidstone, Saskatchewan at the Royal Canadian Legion. Here's a picture of a wall at the legion of Queen Elizabeth of Windsor, you know I just love the royals (The Queen is one of my favorite movies) and now that I have a passport I am going to plan a trip to England. . .  to see J and O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtjfj91t1I/AAAAAAAAANY/RGmLMt9dJaI/s1600-h/CanadaPix+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtjfj91t1I/AAAAAAAAANY/RGmLMt9dJaI/s400/CanadaPix+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935180785858386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Maidstone to Medicine Hat. Here's a pix of the Alberta Prairie, lot of cows and we came across two herds of Elk. Wish I could have caught a picture of the Elk. . .  and at least the cows.  I guess Alberta Beef is world famous. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtkLgmya1I/AAAAAAAAANg/Aj60vSdFpwg/s1600-h/Prarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtkLgmya1I/AAAAAAAAANg/Aj60vSdFpwg/s400/Prarie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935935798111058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last leg of the road trip. My counterpart did a fantastic job driving the whole week. She got us everywhere safely. The weather was fantastic both weeks, well the skies were clear, anyway. It was still freezing and mostly below freezing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtlyFi72pI/AAAAAAAAANo/bAAv-g2MxlA/s1600-h/RoadBlizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtlyFi72pI/AAAAAAAAANo/bAAv-g2MxlA/s400/RoadBlizzard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294937698060720786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now home for two days. It's so nice to bond with the kitties and Jim. Lots of naps in my future. Back to Edmonton on Monday. I am hoping I won't be in customs for 1.5 hours this time around. The Road is My Home, my Home the Road.  I can now safely say the sky is my home as well.  Getting a lot of airport experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4775371342025547036?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4775371342025547036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4775371342025547036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4775371342025547036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4775371342025547036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/01/canada-pix.html' title='Canada Pix'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXtiJnjOylI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fPdGbdgh4oU/s72-c/Calgary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4746704998333447766</id><published>2009-01-21T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:45:06.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really don't blame Canada!</title><content type='html'>I spent Monday in a tiny town called Maidstone, SK on Monday at the Royal Canadian Legion and just loved the old folks we met. This visit made me think of WWII and how much that generation sacrificed for North America's freedom. Learning it's not all about the USA. Also met a hairdresser who styled hair for 49 years! Just loved her to pieces. I really do like the folks up here and am travelling with one of the best. I have been in Medicine Hat, AB for the last two days. Reminds me a bit of Redding, CA. I mean no disrespect from the video below, I just think it's clever, and appropriate for what I am dealing with. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5W36VLuyyHM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5W36VLuyyHM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4746704998333447766?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4746704998333447766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4746704998333447766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4746704998333447766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4746704998333447766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-dont-blame-canada.html' title='I really don&apos;t blame Canada!'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1530911408932224020</id><published>2009-01-18T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:02:40.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Misbarack</title><content type='html'>My friend Matthew introduced this to me.  Fantastic. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3ijYVyhnn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3ijYVyhnn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1530911408932224020?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1530911408932224020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1530911408932224020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1530911408932224020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1530911408932224020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/01/les-misbarack.html' title='Les Misbarack'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4947828741687005645</id><published>2009-01-18T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:51:11.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXPOb8PIgLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PUQNpIsXkoc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXPOb8PIgLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PUQNpIsXkoc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292800966511853746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have now been in Canada for a week. First in Calgary and now Edmonton, Alberta. Been in Edmonton since Friday night. I'll spend most of the next 3 weeks in Alberta. The first 2 days were quite enjoyable as we were just planning a class and being trained on some new systems. However, it became quite clear Wednesday afternoon that this is not going to be an easy task. Please wish me luck. I shouldn't go into details as much as I'd like to. The best thing so far has been working with a fabulous group of people. This will be the biggest test since the beginning of my career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent most of the day watching the Obama Express coverage on CNN. I was obsessed. So inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that when I get money from the ATM Elizabeth of Windsor's face pops out at me. Trying so hard to get used to the Loony ($1.00 coin) and the Twooney&lt;br /&gt;($2.00 coin). The coins made for an frustrating time at the laundry mat this morning. I couldn't figure out what slots the quarters went into versus the Loonies. This was compacted by the fact I had really no idea where I was at as I had to take a cab. I almost cried and the extra stress of the week didn't help. I went a decade without a vehicle and now not having one after 7 years of the luxury I feel lost and immobile. Ya know? It's very difficult being a smoker up here. First, cigarettes cost $10.00 a pack (I knew this way ahead of time, but didn't plan accordingly). Hardly any place sells them. I spent a half hour on Friday night walking around looking for them. The supermarket next to my hotel didn't sell them as there is a law up here that doesn't allow stores where there is a pharmacy attached to sell cigarettes. Then I walked to another supermarket, much like a Bi-Mart, that didn't sell them either. I ended up at a fuel station that did sell them, but not my brand. There is absolutely no advertising up here and all the cigarettes are hidden in drawers, or curtains, whatever one can find to hide them.  It's the law. Nothing like what we find in the states. This is fascinating to me as in the US you can find and buy them anywhere. I wonder why this is? Is it because they don't have the lobbyists like we do, or is it because of National Health care?? It's time to quit, yes it is. With all this you can find a liquor store at every corner, literally. What's that about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some great news. My sister is pregnant again. Can you imagine having 4 children?? Oh my. I am hoping for a girl, as is she. I just want to play with some barbies and have it be okay, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4947828741687005645?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4947828741687005645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4947828741687005645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4947828741687005645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4947828741687005645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2009/01/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SXPOb8PIgLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PUQNpIsXkoc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7436107028390501352</id><published>2008-12-27T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:36:30.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arctic Blast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa3zLIMHeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hHlj51DxoRE/s1600-h/Clematis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa3zLIMHeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hHlj51DxoRE/s400/Clematis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284613302554205666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.  The Laurel Hedge usually stands up strait. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa4IigR_NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ebmirXaI0Xs/s1600-h/LaurelHedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa4IigR_NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ebmirXaI0Xs/s400/LaurelHedge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284613669606522066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked non-stop for 10 days.  Phone would not stop ringing again and again.  Never ending ringing.  I promised myself I would never write about work or other people's lives.  However, with the worst winter storm in 40 years and one friend getting engaged and another having a baby I just had to break my rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa5vrJgQ7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/872RJzlu_1I/s1600-h/SeaninHoodie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa5vrJgQ7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/872RJzlu_1I/s400/SeaninHoodie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284615441453433778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will most likely be working in Canada for three months.  Change and opportunity excite me.  Hmm, change.  2009 will be full of change in many lives.  Babies, spouses and a new president.  Congratulations to everyone.  2009 will be an amazing year.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for all. . .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa7Mt81zHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lYSZjnMePGw/s1600-h/Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa7Mt81zHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lYSZjnMePGw/s400/Dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617039933459570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7436107028390501352?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7436107028390501352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7436107028390501352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7436107028390501352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7436107028390501352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/12/arctic-blast.html' title='Arctic Blast.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SVa3zLIMHeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hHlj51DxoRE/s72-c/Clematis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-8464076868818619217</id><published>2008-12-27T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:56:09.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eartha Kitt</title><content type='html'>Brilliant! May she rest in Peace. Click on the clip of Eartha below singing "I Want to Be Evil". This should have been my theme song in the early to mid '90's. I was such a good Christian boy, who turned into a bad Agnostic Boy for about 10 years. I am now a mix of both. Back in my club days we used to dance to a song by her in which I cannot remember the name of. Anyone out there who can give me the title of the song let me know. What I remember most was the meowing. . . After some research I now know she was Catwoman on the last season of the TV series Batman. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ5VaBgXzuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ5VaBgXzuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-8464076868818619217?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/8464076868818619217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=8464076868818619217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8464076868818619217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8464076868818619217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/12/eartha-kitt.html' title='Eartha Kitt'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-2713297322603279752</id><published>2008-12-17T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:24:34.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This cracks me up.</title><content type='html'>I am a fan of Madonna.  Check out this video of Ross meeting Madonna.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Le3LIt6opek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Le3LIt6opek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-2713297322603279752?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/2713297322603279752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=2713297322603279752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2713297322603279752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2713297322603279752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-cracks-me-up.html' title='This cracks me up.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-80614526477307223</id><published>2008-12-13T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:15:05.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When I think of home&lt;br /&gt;I think of a place where there's love overflowing&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was home&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning&lt;br /&gt;Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a chance for me to go back there&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have some direction&lt;br /&gt;It would sure be nice to be back home&lt;br /&gt;Where there's love and affection&lt;br /&gt;And just maybe I can convince time to slow up&lt;br /&gt;Giving me enough time in my life to grow up&lt;br /&gt;Time be my friend, let me start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my world has changed it's face&lt;br /&gt;But I still know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I have had my mind spun around in space&lt;br /&gt;And yet I've watched it growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're list'ning God&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make it hard to know&lt;br /&gt;If we should believe in the things that we see&lt;br /&gt;Tell us, should we run away&lt;br /&gt;Should we try and stay&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be better just to let things be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here, in this brand new world&lt;br /&gt;Might be a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;But it taught me to love&lt;br /&gt;So it's real, real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned&lt;br /&gt;That we must look inside our hearts&lt;br /&gt;To find a world full of love&lt;br /&gt;Like yours&lt;br /&gt;Like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from The Wiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-80614526477307223?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/80614526477307223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=80614526477307223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/80614526477307223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/80614526477307223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-6381432312758047494</id><published>2008-11-29T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:07:17.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels Sproutapalooza</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIH8aP8QeI/AAAAAAAAALk/1NDB85FWvf0/s1600-h/NameCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIH8aP8QeI/AAAAAAAAALk/1NDB85FWvf0/s400/NameCard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274286848024003042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving 2008 for me was spent at the home of my friends Sara and Matthew and their family. The whole day was wonderful. The holidays will never be the same without my family, but this is the closest I can get to family. What makes this Thanksgiving one of the ones that makes it to my top five is the theme: We were all tasked to prepare a Brussels Sprouts dish, and yes we were judged. I loved the structure, believe it or not. We had name placards, given ballots and were served one dish at a time. What a marvelous idea to be served one dish at a time. It makes the dinner last a long time which made for lots of interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to know these peeps and figured out tonight that I have known Matthew the longest of all the folks in attendance. He and Sara are my longest remaining friends. I have allowed myself to reflect on these connections. All of my old Roseburg and Christian friends disowned me years ago. You all know why, although I still can't figure out why. I am the same Sweeney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the group, except for me (the moratorium is still in place of photos of me). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIIioQYOWI/AAAAAAAAALs/7qYGJhwn7Z8/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIIioQYOWI/AAAAAAAAALs/7qYGJhwn7Z8/s400/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274287504618961250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara's Fabulous table setting. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIM1dMioBI/AAAAAAAAAME/kmnS_qYV7p0/s1600-h/Table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIM1dMioBI/AAAAAAAAAME/kmnS_qYV7p0/s400/Table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274292226114101266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew had the difficult task of not only preparing the meat, but cutting it as well. . . I have no idea how this tasted, but according to everyone else it was fabulous. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIK1EmUl-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QDTmyrnwV4U/s1600-h/Matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIK1EmUl-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QDTmyrnwV4U/s400/Matthew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274290020488091618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-6381432312758047494?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/6381432312758047494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=6381432312758047494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6381432312758047494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6381432312758047494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/11/brussels-sroutapalooza.html' title='Brussels Sproutapalooza'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/STIH8aP8QeI/AAAAAAAAALk/1NDB85FWvf0/s72-c/NameCard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-2210232367717455321</id><published>2008-11-26T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:10:28.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>The song Home from the soundtrack The Wiz has become one of my all time favorite songs. This song has been sung by some of the greatest singers who have ever lived like Stephanie Mills and Diana Ross. The video below is Whitney's version from 1985 on the Merv Griffin Show. I love the lyrics so much that I am going to include them in my Christmas card this year, which will honor my recent visit with my family in Indiana. Indy has never been my home, but after 16 years of random visits it feels like home. This song also helps me reflect on how lucky I am to have a wonderful Home with Jim and the kitties. . . It's hard to hear the first 5 seconds of this video, but it gets a lot better. I hope you enjoy. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MrmoIyLlSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MrmoIyLlSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-2210232367717455321?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/2210232367717455321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=2210232367717455321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2210232367717455321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2210232367717455321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-6445344973217122530</id><published>2008-11-20T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:59:48.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Week Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYHCrz-zJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QPjYiVnchdY/s1600-h/DavidSedaris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYHCrz-zJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QPjYiVnchdY/s400/DavidSedaris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270908156585626770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 30th-November 9th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation away from home this year started in Tacoma, WA, where I had an evening with David Sedaris. I was treated by my friends Sara, Terrie and Matthew. Listening to David speak was the highlight of 2008. Thanks TM for introducing me to his work so many years ago. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then flew to Indianapolis where I was greeted by my sister Kelli. Here she is with Casey in costume. She is Princess Leia. He is Anakin. Wasn't Anakin Leia's father? Kinda creepy. It was Halloween so it was a festive evening at the Lynch's. This photo was actually taken the next night at their costume party. Oh, ya. Casey built his costume from scratch. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYITMNCqRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZAqanFPLG6c/s1600-h/KelliandCasey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYITMNCqRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZAqanFPLG6c/s400/KelliandCasey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270909539670206738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday my mom and I drove to Santa Claus, IN, where on Tuesday we elected a new president. It's a new day!! The most exciting part of the election was that I was visiting a swing state that went blue. I felt like the good luck charm. I am so proud as everyone in my family in Indy voted for Obama. Brilliant! I got most of my rest at mom's. I thank her so much for creating such a relaxing atmosphere. However, I took a small bike ride around Christmas Lake, which almost killed me. Oh my, I need to get into shape. She, like normal, bought all the food in which I snacked on for two days, of course. I'm huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I went to my dad's. He lives in Jasper. He took me fishing and camping. Check out this fire. . . which burned on for about 5 hours. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYJjALo6VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xzicD_kNFn8/s1600-h/Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYJjALo6VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xzicD_kNFn8/s400/Fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270910910832634194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the next picture look like it should be published in one of those fishing magazines? My dad rents a spot at a beautiful camp all year long and takes his boat up there to fish for bass. Here's dad on his boat. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYKmvrdMeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kblY1zwjFzA/s1600-h/DadonBoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYKmvrdMeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kblY1zwjFzA/s400/DadonBoat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270912074633785826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how much I like to camp. Me and my dad used to hunt and fish all the time. Yes it's true. I so cherish those moments, more now that I am older. Don't you wish you could go back in time and relive those wonderful family memories? Dad expressed that he wished there were more camping trips when Kelli and I were kids, I agree. Here's me and dad. . . Thanks Dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYMEXsMJpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ie5j-DBjLCM/s1600-h/DadandSean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYMEXsMJpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ie5j-DBjLCM/s400/DadandSean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270913683102115474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then returned to Indianapolis to spend the day and night with Kelli and Family. We took the boys to a Fun Center. Here are Layke, Layne and Brody all having a good time. The only disappointing part of the evening is I never won a stuffed animal in a Claw Machine. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Layke. He's strapped onto a "safe" trampoline. This is him strapped into the harness, which was attached to three "safety" cords, one that broke with him in mid air. What an amazing candid shot. He is shocked, as was I. Thank god for the 2 other "safety" straps. I felt like I should have had a safety conversation with the staff (this is something we do now at work: safety conversations.) These boys are so athletic. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYNQY6ErfI/AAAAAAAAALE/pgHCN-5A7F8/s1600-h/LaykeonTrampo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYNQY6ErfI/AAAAAAAAALE/pgHCN-5A7F8/s400/LaykeonTrampo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270914989098839538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Layne climbing the cliffs, he was so good. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYOVoVVEVI/AAAAAAAAALM/tK_7feRaOMY/s1600-h/Layne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYOVoVVEVI/AAAAAAAAALM/tK_7feRaOMY/s400/Layne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916178650665298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least is Brody. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYOyumZGlI/AAAAAAAAALU/0crSpYC9grE/s1600-h/BrodyonCarosel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYOyumZGlI/AAAAAAAAALU/0crSpYC9grE/s400/BrodyonCarosel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916678549051986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely week. I got lots of rest, didn't worry about work, appreciated my family more than ever and we elected Obama. It's a new day!! My family and I have grown so much and evolved into wonderful, productive humans. I felt so much love, which will help me get through the next year. Family: Come to Oregon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and Kelli. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYQYTN7Q9I/AAAAAAAAALc/aTBijyRIGLY/s1600-h/KelliandSean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYQYTN7Q9I/AAAAAAAAALc/aTBijyRIGLY/s400/KelliandSean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270918423545332690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-6445344973217122530?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/6445344973217122530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=6445344973217122530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6445344973217122530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/6445344973217122530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-week-ever.html' title='Best Week Ever!'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SSYHCrz-zJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QPjYiVnchdY/s72-c/DavidSedaris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-2372413167335425578</id><published>2008-11-04T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:20:50.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween - 2008</title><content type='html'>Dateline:  Indianapolis, IN.  The Actress, Princess and the crazy cat lady. . .  My sister Kelli had a costume party on Saturday night and the picture below is of my Aunt Kathy, me and Kelli early in the night.   I am visiting my family in Indiana and currently in Santa Claus, IN, which is where my mom lives.  Today is election day, which is very exciting, especially since I am visiting a swing state.  I am going to the polls with my mom this afternoon.  I already voted as Oregon only has mail in balloting, which is so convenient.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SRBL1_jfryI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2HKruCovioc/s1600-h/KathySeanKelli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SRBL1_jfryI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2HKruCovioc/s400/KathySeanKelli.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264791355361570594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-2372413167335425578?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/2372413167335425578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=2372413167335425578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2372413167335425578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2372413167335425578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween - 2008'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SRBL1_jfryI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2HKruCovioc/s72-c/KathySeanKelli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-3201168814841098573</id><published>2008-10-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:20:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to Wear</title><content type='html'>So, while I am on the road my favorite pastime is to watch cable. I still watch television at home via an antenna. What Not to Wear is a show I recently have become addicted to, along with John and Kate + 8 (both reality shows). On What Not to Wear there are two hosts who take a guest who has been nominated by her friends to get a fashion make-over. She gets $5,000 to spend in NYC to buy a whole new wardrobe with the help of the two hosts. Quite fun. I really could use some tips, no kidding. Below is a lady who never needs a fashion make-over. I found this on Youtube today, Barbra is prancing around in a screen test for her costumes in Funny Girl. This is a rare "The look of Funny Girl" film. Doesn't she look fabulous? This is WHAT TO WEAR! Barbra in her own fashion show. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHcpgUawdDc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHcpgUawdDc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-3201168814841098573?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/3201168814841098573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=3201168814841098573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3201168814841098573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3201168814841098573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-not-to-wear.html' title='What not to Wear'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-5205538928718187054</id><published>2008-10-17T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:59:10.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>My Favorite song. . . Kelli used to bust into my room while I was singing loudly with my favorite singers at the time, which consisted mostly of Whitney Houston and Barbra, I must admit. My poor mother. I was performing my own private concerts with audience and all. This is why this song means so much to me. We all have our own "music" moments. Lift up your hands, to your OWN rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am a hedhead. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mnrwmmhkCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mnrwmmhkCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-5205538928718187054?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/5205538928718187054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=5205538928718187054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5205538928718187054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5205538928718187054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-song.html' title='My Favorite Song'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-2988193388727830698</id><published>2008-10-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:24:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin of Love</title><content type='html'>Oh, I love Youtube. Here's a selection from Hedwig and the Angry Inch the movie. Much better performed live from one of my favorite actors, but unfortunately I don't have footage of that performance. For the non Hedheads, give it a chance, it's such a brilliant song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YO9FpWX57E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YO9FpWX57E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Melissa, Marcia and Michelle the M's. And to Sue the fellow S. I am currently in NO ID. A bit lonely. --Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-2988193388727830698?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/2988193388727830698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=2988193388727830698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2988193388727830698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2988193388727830698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/10/origin-of-love.html' title='Origin of Love'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-67183073498600752</id><published>2008-10-16T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:15:04.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPf1GWmi-2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/n2e48tbrUZY/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPf1GWmi-2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/n2e48tbrUZY/s200/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257940579473619810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;br /&gt;I was in Big D &lt;br /&gt;I got to know my friend &lt;br /&gt;Rebecca &lt;br /&gt;better.  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Beck!&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;at a BBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-67183073498600752?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/67183073498600752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=67183073498600752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/67183073498600752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/67183073498600752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/10/beck.html' title='Beck'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPf1GWmi-2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/n2e48tbrUZY/s72-c/tn.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-2238467797037770997</id><published>2008-10-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:46:40.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Star Delaney, JFK &amp; Jackie O, Dallas Texas and Lily the Road Warrior Princess</title><content type='html'>I have been away from home for three weeks. Thanks Jim for being domestic Goddess! Below is a guest star shot of Delaney. This photo was taken at a Mind Bender Exhibit at a museum. She's trying to figure out what block fits in all the spaces. The holes consisted of a triangle, circle and square. After 5 minutes she figured it out. Her mom took this shot. Click on the link Delaney's Antics left of the screen. What a nice Sunday. I forget how much I like toddlers. . . and how smart they really are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEL1Sr8PuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kBuoJZPd0f0/s1600-h/Delaney1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEL1Sr8PuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kBuoJZPd0f0/s400/Delaney1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995250295193314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 26th thru October 3rd: DALLAS, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th and 27th: I was a tourist in Dallas with my friend Rebecca and her husband Jay, whom are residences of Big D. On that Friday we went to a dueling Piano Bar which was so much fun. The musicians were so nasty, so much so I loved it!! I had been to one in Tacoma with S and M, but what amazed me about the bar in Dallas is that the 4 piano players could play all the instruments: Drums, keyboards, guitar and my favorite Bass. I must say that Texans are so proud of their State it's overwhelming. There are so many songs about Texas and they are all so proud of their college fight songs. Rebecca tipped the players to play an Oklahoma fight song, which they did. Do any of you know your college fight song? I was disappointed as I spent $5.00 requesting the band play Vogue by Madaonna, which they never sang. Oh well. Still good times! On Saturday we went to Deally square, where JFK was shot. I remember my Grandma telling me stories about this historical event that I wanted to share with her the experience, but she's not well enough to understand. Here are two photos of the day. One of the book depository and one of the grassy knoll. What did I learn? Jackie was in solid pink, including a pill box hat. All the footage I've seen is in Black and White. Thanks Bec &amp; J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the 6th floor museum, which made me tear up a few times. Here's photo of the Book Depository:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEB6Vf-9tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kPwnZOQk914/s1600-h/BookDepository.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEB6Vf-9tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kPwnZOQk914/s400/BookDepository.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255984341833414354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grassy Knoll (note cute boys lounging):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPECqAxLpxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/esdxkP9M_BE/s1600-h/GrassyKnoll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPECqAxLpxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/esdxkP9M_BE/s400/GrassyKnoll.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255985160902125330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JFK memorial in Founders Plaza below. Jackie O selected the architect for this memorial. I must say I was so disappointed in the City of Dallas. They don't seem to take much pride in their parks and recreation. The memorials and grounds aren't kept up very well. I took this photo of Jackie's JFK memorial for Dallas and many more but left the rest out because the grounds were not well taken care of. The memorial is a square box and inside of the box there is a marble slab with JFK's name engraved, and was placed in the middle of what looked like should have been a pool of water, but what was there was an empty pool with the drains filled with debris and cigarette butts. So disappointing. Portland is so much ahead of the game in keeping up parks and honoring memories. Good shot if I say so myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEEFiF6bdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_74qpM9-QPY/s1600-h/JFK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEEFiF6bdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_74qpM9-QPY/s400/JFK.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255986733215542738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night: We had dinner with my friend Tim and his wife. Tim's wife works for FEMA, so I heard some amazing stories. Below is a photo from their back porch. Did you know there are no natural lakes in Texas? All man made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEFRUFG68I/AAAAAAAAAJU/qiv1lJSqBwU/s1600-h/Tim%27sLake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEFRUFG68I/AAAAAAAAAJU/qiv1lJSqBwU/s400/Tim%27sLake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255988035124128706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Indy the first week in November and I can't wait to go fishing with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently dogsitting my favorite dog Lily and I took her on the road with me this last week. We had fun together ten hours in the rig. We spent the night at the Red Lion in Medford, OR and she kept me on my toes. I've never walked her so much in all our time together over the years, this is to due to the fact that I was worried sick she may go potty in the room. She slept with me in the king sized bed the whole night. I am now calling her Lily the Road Warrior Princess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEHgFQxIxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6EYX9U2eFZ8/s1600-h/LilyRoadWarrior.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEHgFQxIxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6EYX9U2eFZ8/s400/LilyRoadWarrior.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255990487867794194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-2238467797037770997?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/2238467797037770997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=2238467797037770997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2238467797037770997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2238467797037770997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/10/guest-star-delaney-jfk-jackie-o-dallas.html' title='Guest Star Delaney, JFK &amp; Jackie O, Dallas Texas and Lily the Road Warrior Princess'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SPEL1Sr8PuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kBuoJZPd0f0/s72-c/Delaney1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1966854443751552157</id><published>2008-09-20T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:59:49.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbra in France - 1969.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to say I just love Youtube.  I also love Barbra and haven't given her much of a chance these last two years.  Well hello, youtube.  Here's some old footage from 1969.  Oh my god, if I was able to bring this kind of stuff up as a teen I may have just exploded.  I am still in SO OR. Isn't see pretty?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8SYfl6x3b8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8SYfl6x3b8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1966854443751552157?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1966854443751552157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1966854443751552157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1966854443751552157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1966854443751552157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/09/barbra-in-france-1969.html' title='Barbra in France - 1969.'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-3695659560493024664</id><published>2008-09-19T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:29:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go and let Barbra</title><content type='html'>Thinking about Roseburg, OR tonight. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAVlk4F2qkw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAVlk4F2qkw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Medford which is much like Roseburg in many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-3695659560493024664?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/3695659560493024664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=3695659560493024664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3695659560493024664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3695659560493024664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-barbra-thank-you.html' title='Let go and let Barbra'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4166706619275205012</id><published>2008-09-10T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:49:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMh4ASA0TuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N7HWF1f0nSM/s1600-h/Brody%27sFirstDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMh4ASA0TuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N7HWF1f0nSM/s400/Brody%27sFirstDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573712303541986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody is so happy in this photo, I just had to share. This is his first day of pre school. I am so proud of my sister right now for many reasons, but mostly for dealing with homework. I forget how much mom and dads help with homework. I can't even imagine. All I want to do in the afternoon and evening is nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the parents and children. --Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4166706619275205012?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4166706619275205012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4166706619275205012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4166706619275205012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4166706619275205012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/09/brodys-first-day-of-school.html' title='Brody&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMh4ASA0TuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N7HWF1f0nSM/s72-c/Brody%27sFirstDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4293646352462438168</id><published>2008-09-10T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:43:54.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the Nephews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMh29cUDXZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jn_-3FtjiJo/s1600-h/TheNephewsbytheCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMh29cUDXZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jn_-3FtjiJo/s400/TheNephewsbytheCar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244572564017339794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is Layke, Brody and Layne Lynch, my nephews, Kelli's boys. Layke started 4th Grade, Brody started pre school and Layne is in First Grade. We have good Genes, ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4293646352462438168?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4293646352462438168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4293646352462438168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4293646352462438168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4293646352462438168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing-nephews.html' title='Introducing the Nephews'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMh29cUDXZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jn_-3FtjiJo/s72-c/TheNephewsbytheCar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4128925970170633006</id><published>2008-09-07T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:56:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls, Liza, The Shed and Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMP8DczambI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hf0PAlQU64w/s1600-h/TheGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMP8DczambI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hf0PAlQU64w/s400/TheGirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243311527391041970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and I often refer the girl kitties as models as they are so pretty and sometimes have an attitude. Here are the girls posing as they do. Not often the three are together like this. Cappy I am sure was thrilled to be left alone for once. Bianca (whom I've used for my blog photo) has become my morning buddy. She's always there waiting for me on the ironing board, and always gives little kittie kisses and hugs. Then when I am off to the shower Gracie is always there waiting for me on the sink to watch me shave and then right into the shower. She loves the water and the bathroom. I am thinking it's because she was locked up there for the first week here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night I wanted something to watch, so I browsed through Jim's DVDs and found the Remastered version of &lt;strong&gt;Liza With a "Z"&lt;/strong&gt; concert made for television back in 1972, which is the year of my birth. I have always been a fan of Liza Minnelli, but have become obsessed this week with her and now Bob Fosse. I've danced his choreography when I was in Sweet Charity at Western, lead male dancer, I may add, and had forgotten how brilliant he is. So, I watched Kiss Me Kate, one of his first "acting/dancing" roles. Below is a clip of Bye Bye Blackbird, which is my favorite piece from the show. Aren't the moves amazing? I'd forgotten how well Liza moved. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aR-bzPHsSj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aR-bzPHsSj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a photo of Cindy, Frank and Alex working on the cement slab for the potting shed. Pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMQCvk34Y_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/dynrj8rgtsY/s1600-h/CementSlab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMQCvk34Y_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/dynrj8rgtsY/s400/CementSlab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243318882541265906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been intrigued with the conventions the last two weeks, both of them. I always like listening to both sides and couldn't get enough of the spectacle. It's just so fascinating. After spending three days in Dallas, TX I have more of an appreciation for Portland and how progressive we are. Jim was observing the other night at how different the regions are throughout our nation culturally and politically. We forget that they all aren't like us up here in the Great Pacific NW. With that, it's interesting to me that I've become more conservative as I get older and independent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4128925970170633006?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4128925970170633006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4128925970170633006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4128925970170633006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4128925970170633006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-liza-shed-and-politics.html' title='The Girls, Liza, The Shed and Politics'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SMP8DczambI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hf0PAlQU64w/s72-c/TheGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7199754347161698820</id><published>2008-08-28T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:15:01.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelli's New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SLdLTQa-OOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IC6a2jExChk/s1600-h/Kelli%27sNewHouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SLdLTQa-OOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IC6a2jExChk/s400/Kelli%27sNewHouse.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239739485666556130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Kelli and her husband Casey just bought a new house in the Indianapolis area.  Brilliant!  I won't tell you all how much they paid, as for those of us in the NW we deal with such a high price to live in God's country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish them and the boys the best of luck.  The poor boys had to start off the year at a new school.  But if they are as social as Kelli is they will do very well.  &lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7199754347161698820?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7199754347161698820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7199754347161698820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7199754347161698820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7199754347161698820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/08/kellis-new-house.html' title='Kelli&apos;s New House'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SLdLTQa-OOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IC6a2jExChk/s72-c/Kelli%27sNewHouse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1497553377215606228</id><published>2008-08-22T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:25:36.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Garden Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SK-Q8JrfiwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K7FrXes2Ysg/s1600-h/Alex,Cindy,Frank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SK-Q8JrfiwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K7FrXes2Ysg/s400/Alex,Cindy,Frank.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237564254720068354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture of Alex (our yard guy), Cindy and Frank (Jim's good friends). What are they doing? They are all moving plants, building foundation molds, and moving rock to build a potting shed. The yard is brilliant and this year I am more of the supporting actor as all I am really doing is nothing, just a few words here and there. I Pop in from time to time. I have been on the road a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Montana and Southern Oregon most recently. Thanks Mom for the Keno numbers. I won $42.00 in Missoula! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my sister Kelli and her family living in their new house. Congratulations Casey and Kelli!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thinking about my Grandma, Aunt Toni and Wanda who are in Florida. They are dealing with a huge storm and their property is flooding. State of emergency! So far the house is fine. The yard is totally flooded including the pond. God bless you Toni. Once I heard Jacksonville named on NPR I knew instantly there was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1497553377215606228?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1497553377215606228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1497553377215606228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1497553377215606228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1497553377215606228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/08/south-garden-two.html' title='South Garden Two'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SK-Q8JrfiwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K7FrXes2Ysg/s72-c/Alex,Cindy,Frank.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-9089651514096514154</id><published>2008-08-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:40:27.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SJz0qomCq2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zRVtXwQdvGc/s1600-h/Haystack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SJz0qomCq2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zRVtXwQdvGc/s400/Haystack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232325880386333538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself this blog would never be about work, but knowing you all deal with the same kind of stuff I do, I must say it's been crazy The Last Two Weeks. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a photo of Hay Stack Rock. Jim and I drove to the coast last weekend and walked on the beach. So many hotties. At times I thought I was in SO California. I am so used to the SO OR coast where there are no people walking around. We went to Cannon Beach, which takes about 1.5 hours from Portland. It was just good for me to bond with Jim. Such a good guy. Thanks Jim! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends have been full of movies, DVD TV series, a garage sale and lots of house cleaning and weeding. I have some media recommendations for you all. &lt;strong&gt;Calendar Girls&lt;/strong&gt; (British movie with Helen Mirren), &lt;strong&gt;Definitely, Maybe &lt;/strong&gt;(romantic comedy, many may tease me, but who doesn't like love?) It made me feel good. DVD TV series: &lt;strong&gt;Eureka&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a show on the SCIFI Channel apparently. I don't have cable, so I rely on renting DVDs for all my cable viewing. Love this show! I am not a huge SCIFI fan, but this show is well done and very entertaining. It's all about a top secret town which inhabits the smartest people in the world. Don't see &lt;strong&gt;Mix With Water&lt;/strong&gt;, waste of time. I also watched the first &lt;strong&gt;X-Files&lt;/strong&gt; movie again, which was delightful. About a month ago I watched the whole mini-series of &lt;strong&gt;John Adams&lt;/strong&gt;, which I also recommend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Internet: For all you mothers, check out: www.inthemotherhood.com Don't ask me how I discovered this site (a long chain of clicking and Youtube), but there are some great webisodes with Chelsea Handler and other folks acting out real life "mother" stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I am currently in Pasco, WA getting ready to watch the Opening Ceremony to the Olympics, which I always love. I've watched the opening ceremonies since the Summer Olympics in LA back in 1984.  I was 12. And I think in 1988 Whitney Houston sang a theme song, which put me over the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a one-handed photo of me and Jim on the beach. Don't make fun of my huge head. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SJz882pNeBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8qVLItsONpk/s1600-h/HaystackOneHanded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SJz882pNeBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8qVLItsONpk/s400/HaystackOneHanded.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232334989488388114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-9089651514096514154?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/9089651514096514154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=9089651514096514154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/9089651514096514154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/9089651514096514154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-two-weeks.html' title='The Last Two Weeks'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SJz0qomCq2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zRVtXwQdvGc/s72-c/Haystack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4837825660622462922</id><published>2008-07-19T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:26:25.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shuster Garden in Willits California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ8Ug9j-fI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L-qcAzakFFA/s1600-h/KathyandPhil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ8Ug9j-fI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L-qcAzakFFA/s400/KathyandPhil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224875209590569458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last seven days in Santa Rosa, CA for work. Yucky! I am not going to go into any details, but must say I worked with a colleague who is brilliant with pop culture and movie trivia, this fellow manager made it bearable during my time in the Armpit of San Francisco. I so wish I had time to make it to the City. Such good memories of SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this blog from my aunt Kathy's estate, yes estate! Feels like one anyway. Automated gate and all. She and her husband Phil have created the most brilliant gardens. Mom just told me that Kathy wants to get on the Garden Tour, well I must say they are on their way. Jim would be jealous as am I. They live in Willits, CA, where my Mother and her siblings grew up. My Aunt Kathy is my mom's twin sister and after two years of living in Roseburg, OR moved back to Willits over thirty years ago. Of the two wicked little towns I would have chosen Willits over Roseburg, just because this area was touched by the hand of god. Well at least there are far more hippies down here. Willits, CA is the gateway to the Redwoods on HWY 101, 1.5 hours north of Santa Rosa, and the only thing that will make my drive home tomorrow tolerable is the scenery. I've spent many vacations down here as a kid and loved every minute. I would love to live in the midst of the Redwoods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the picture highlights. Above:  Aunt Kathy and Uncle Phil. Below:  The Pond, Newly planted Vineyard, a fish in one of the three ponds, Redwood Carving (in honor of my Grandpa an avid reader who made his living as a logger), water lily and the Redwood Root Ball fountain. Phil found this root ball in the woods and brought it home to create a fountain. Fantastic! I want a water feature in our South Garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't seem to figure out how to arrange the pictures better. I did my best. Much love to you all. --Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ8z2d_pnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZEVD_XkX_qc/s1600-h/KathyCloseupPond.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ8z2d_pnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZEVD_XkX_qc/s200/KathyCloseupPond.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224875747939690098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ9hRGR3NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YjiifdAwHfs/s1600-h/KathyVineyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ9hRGR3NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YjiifdAwHfs/s200/KathyVineyard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224876528182090962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ-JoFd0RI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tN06hFDSiXE/s1600-h/KathyFishPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ-JoFd0RI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tN06hFDSiXE/s200/KathyFishPic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224877221547462930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ-z-AtkjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JkPUnmdV4Wo/s1600-h/KathyGrandpaCarving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ-z-AtkjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JkPUnmdV4Wo/s200/KathyGrandpaCarving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224877948987609650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ_ZXKU8eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-VHL2c2Nsiw/s1600-h/KathyWaterlily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ_ZXKU8eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-VHL2c2Nsiw/s200/KathyWaterlily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224878591393984994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIKA7Q6_puI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mr9cYfnotWk/s1600-h/KathyCloseupBurl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIKA7Q6_puI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mr9cYfnotWk/s200/KathyCloseupBurl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224880273346242274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4837825660622462922?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4837825660622462922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4837825660622462922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4837825660622462922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4837825660622462922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/07/shuster-garden-in-willits-california.html' title='The Shuster Garden in Willits California'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SIJ8Ug9j-fI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L-qcAzakFFA/s72-c/KathyandPhil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1220807966425085879</id><published>2008-07-05T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:04:18.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SHAKpUK16mI/AAAAAAAAADo/2fz86xeiqoo/s1600-h/Gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SHAKpUK16mI/AAAAAAAAADo/2fz86xeiqoo/s320/Gracie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219683673027504738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SHALbEHtViI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oeb_tKCRo8M/s1600-h/Bianca%26GracieLitterboxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SHALbEHtViI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oeb_tKCRo8M/s200/Bianca%26GracieLitterboxes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219684527712851490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SHALG71BJHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Yn4pn5QTwaA/s1600-h/Katherine+Enjoying+the+Day+with+Uncle+Sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SHALG71BJHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Yn4pn5QTwaA/s200/Katherine+Enjoying+the+Day+with+Uncle+Sean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219684181889590386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Either I am becoming more of a loner or a lesbian, which ever I brought home a new addition to the family. Let me introduce you all to Gracie, named after a certain company's Virtual Travel Assistant as she was found at my agency in Ontario, OR. I kinda felt like Madonna adopting a baby in the desert. You can imagine what a crazy drive home (6 hours) I had last Sunday. Oh my. Never again. It's going to be local adoption this point forward. Oh goodness I write as if there will be another. The first two days were difficult, but knowing I'd be home for over a week I thought it would give me enough time to assimilate the little girl, without putting all the burden on Jim. Jim and I took her and Cappy to the Vet on Tuesday. She's healthy and had all her shots. She was a bit under the weather and a psychopath the following two days and I was afraid I had made a horrible mistake in bringing her home. I am very pleased to report that all is good again, except that Cappy has all but disappeared, hiding in the basement, where he never ventures. I feel bad for him. He's almost 9 years old now and I am sure has had enough of me and Jim bringing home more cats. I have also decided not to allow him outside as I worry he may succumb to Sebastian's fate. So I am sure he's really pissed. The twins are finally accepting Gracie. Bianca is still having a few issues, but Katherine has been sorta friendly. They have all started playing. Again I must say that I don't know how all the new moms and dads of human babies do it?? How?? I am so impressed with all you parents out there. Here's are some pictures. Gracie, Katherine alone, and Bianca and Gracie at the litter boxes negotiating a truce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1220807966425085879?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1220807966425085879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1220807966425085879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1220807966425085879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1220807966425085879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/07/gracie.html' title='Gracie'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SHAKpUK16mI/AAAAAAAAADo/2fz86xeiqoo/s72-c/Gracie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-5032805406297688528</id><published>2008-07-05T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:11:54.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The South Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SG__tNJZ2vI/AAAAAAAAADg/wL8wWvxpkP0/s1600-h/JiminSouthGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SG__tNJZ2vI/AAAAAAAAADg/wL8wWvxpkP0/s200/JiminSouthGarden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219671645233994482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and the hired help have been working so hard in the yard these last few weeks. Best Year Ever for the gardens. For some reason I can't get in the mood to help very much this year, although I think I'll get the green thumb these next two weeks as Jim is off to YMA (Young Musicians and Artists) camp in Salem. I and our kittie/house sitter will be responsible for all the watering while the garden boy (Alex) will continue with weeding and maintenance. Jim, brilliant! Here he is before he left for YMA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-5032805406297688528?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/5032805406297688528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=5032805406297688528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5032805406297688528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/5032805406297688528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/07/south-garden.html' title='The South Garden'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SG__tNJZ2vI/AAAAAAAAADg/wL8wWvxpkP0/s72-c/JiminSouthGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1878897083540512608</id><published>2008-06-22T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:26:27.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jupiter Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SF6D5Db6OfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/enr5F5Pffu8/s1600-h/Jupitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SF6D5Db6OfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/enr5F5Pffu8/s400/Jupitor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214750434739763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. I spent Friday night and Saturday with my BFFs S&amp;M. S&amp;M invited me to see the bluegrass band Railroad Earth who performed at the Crystal Ballroom. What a fun night. We had lunch on Friday at a deli, Kenny and Zukes, checked into the Jupiter Hotel and then headed to the Crystal for the show. We ended the evening by having a late dinner at the Doug Fir. What a nice evening of Portlandia. I highly recommend The Jupiter. If you live in Portland and have guests who want a chic place to stay direct them to The Jupiter, those that don't live in the City and need a place to stay, you'll have fun at this place.  Every door is a chalk board to draw on, wonderful patios, very white walls and the decor is very IKEA.  I was like, "Am I in the Showroom?"  I've been to hundreds of hotels in my time and I've never seen anything like it.  What fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was quite fun and I didn't really know what to expect. So many shiny happy people everywhere. I have never seen so many people at the Ballroom. S and I sat in the lobby of Lola's room (second floor) during the second set and watched the colliding cultures. There was an '80s DJ in Lola's, and many folks were dressed up in '80s fashion. We were very caddy. I bought a CD from Railroad Earth, which had the song "Peace on Earth" on it. Love this song. I told M it reminded me of the bluegrass songs I grew up with in the church, without the religious conitation. I am still a fan of bluegrass. I would love to see Dolly in concert sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are clubbers, you must hang out at the Doug Fir, which is attached to The Jupiter Hotel. Despite the fact I felt like an old man, it was fun feeling like I was apart of the cool young people. We ended the weekend at McMenamins Barley Mill, which was celebrating their 25th anniversary. Jim joined us for a lovely lunch. I felt out of place as I was the only one of our group without a master's degree! M just received his diploma. I have such intelligent friends. Congratulations Matthew! I wasn't going to write his first name, but this is such an accomplishment, I had to praise him using his name. Above is a photo of S&amp;M. I told S I would protect her anonymity, hence all the initials (S doesn't want to be Googleable, like me). She did give me the approval to publish her picture, doesn't she look fabulous! They are are sitting at a booth at the Doug Fir, notice the logs to their left. Great decor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these cool websites to the left. Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1878897083540512608?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1878897083540512608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1878897083540512608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1878897083540512608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1878897083540512608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/06/jupiter-hotel.html' title='The Jupiter Hotel'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SF6D5Db6OfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/enr5F5Pffu8/s72-c/Jupitor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-1996202225964449099</id><published>2008-06-22T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:59:36.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Rockies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SF516mEokJI/AAAAAAAAADA/VwwAt-x3rVc/s1600-h/Rockies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SF516mEokJI/AAAAAAAAADA/VwwAt-x3rVc/s400/Rockies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214735068054458514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out to the ballgame. I was in Denver the first part of last week for a meeting, and one of our activities was to go to a ball game. Rockies vs. The Braves. The Rockies lost. Many folks were surprised I had such a good time being it was a sporting event. For me it's about the whole experience. Junk food, fun people, music during the whole game, and lots of people watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-1996202225964449099?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/1996202225964449099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=1996202225964449099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1996202225964449099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/1996202225964449099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/06/colorado-rockies.html' title='Colorado Rockies'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SF516mEokJI/AAAAAAAAADA/VwwAt-x3rVc/s72-c/Rockies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7238860028557874021</id><published>2008-06-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:02:37.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SFCSYW_Jw9I/AAAAAAAAACw/N8BOQFKl38E/s1600-h/TakakoAtSaturdayMarket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SFCSYW_Jw9I/AAAAAAAAACw/N8BOQFKl38E/s400/TakakoAtSaturdayMarket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825716052640722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What a great weekend this last weekend. I saw a hilarious play, met a new friend, and spent a day with Melissa, Adam and Oscar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SFCOqneOJ3I/AAAAAAAAACo/ixQLqDbEShI/s1600-h/2404559098_53709c7129.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SFCOqneOJ3I/AAAAAAAAACo/ixQLqDbEShI/s320/2404559098_53709c7129.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210821631669053298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, on Friday Jim and I saw The Little Dog Laughed at Portland Center Stage with Marcia and Michelle. What a fun night of theatre. Brilliant production! Very funny. I am sure it'll be a movie soon, as it was just like watching TV. Those of you who don't go see plays, you must! Nothing like live acting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, on Saturday I spent all day in Downtown Portland with my new friend Takako, who's from Japan. She road Amtrak from Tacoma to Portland. She really should have taken the other transportation company serving Tacoma and Portland, but I won't go into that. Jessica, living in Tac, WA with her husband Steven and two children, asked if I'd entertain Takako during her vacation to the NW of the US, and I did. This was the last leg of her trip. We spent 1.5 hours waiting on Broadway for the Grand Floral Parade. We found our spot early as I thought it would be far more crowded. Sorry Takako. Regardless we got to know each other very well. I am always impressed when someone is funny in another language, other than their own. The Rose Festival parade made me proud to live in such a great city. After the parade we had lunch at the Saturday Market and shopped. I bought some toys for kitties, which they love. Here's a photo of Takako holding the American flag, which was given to me by a charity. Should we be proud of our country? I am proud you all nominated Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, on Sunday I spent the afternoon with Melissa, Adam and Oscar. What a peaceful day. As a perpetual bachelor I am always overwhelmed when I hang out with a baby or children. Still overwhelmed three days later.  What great parents. I've added a photo of Oscar in his pink onesie, which Jim gave to Oscar. Melissa and Adam dressed Oscar this way in honor of my visit. I hope they are okay with me publishing this photo. I really, really hope Oscar won't mind when he's like 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SFCTvgELIKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_nO34Zy8Rvw/s1600-h/OscarinPrincessOutfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SFCTvgELIKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_nO34Zy8Rvw/s400/OscarinPrincessOutfit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210827213138239650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this from Hermiston, OR.  Sean's road is his home, his home is the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7238860028557874021?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7238860028557874021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7238860028557874021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7238860028557874021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7238860028557874021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-friend.html' title='New Friend'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SFCSYW_Jw9I/AAAAAAAAACw/N8BOQFKl38E/s72-c/TakakoAtSaturdayMarket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-8164651014116733568</id><published>2008-06-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:03:21.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross the Intern</title><content type='html'>I've spoken to a few of you about my obsession with Ross (the intern) Mathews.   Well here's a video from the Tonight Show with Jay Leno, where he's a correspondent. He's much smaller now from his stint on Celebrity Fit Club.  I hope you enjoy.  Thank you Adam for showing me the short cut.  --Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGDohASOYoo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGDohASOYoo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-8164651014116733568?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/8164651014116733568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=8164651014116733568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8164651014116733568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8164651014116733568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/06/ross-intern.html' title='Ross the Intern'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7023508658540174611</id><published>2008-06-02T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:48:36.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willis Creek - Broken Bridge Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SERyotjXKsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XPPOt45kuXY/s1600-h/BrokenBridgeSignOfficial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207413112895384258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SERyotjXKsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XPPOt45kuXY/s200/BrokenBridgeSignOfficial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandparents bought seven acres of land over 30 years ago in SO OR on Willis Creek Road. The property was known to all of us as just Willis Creek. My Uncle Mike acquired this property about 10 years ago and renamed it Broken Bridge Farm. I am hoping in the future to use it as a commune for the tormented Gays, as a retreat, you know? The Purveyors throughout the years have been my Aunt Toni and her partners, Mike and Family, Lisa and Robert Holt and back again to Mike. This is the land where I learned: to drive, shoot a gun (yes, a gun, I was actually a good shot), ride a horse (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ancara&lt;/span&gt;) bareback I must say, and to garden tomatoes and many more veggies. Short story: this is also where I learned to use a lawn mower, one of those self propelled mowers that pulled me along as if it was driving itself. Well I mowed over one of the recently planted evergreen trees (if you look at the one handed photo of me you can see the mature trees in the background). Grandpa Lou flipped out (first time I saw him angry), which caused Grandma Ann to come rescue me from the wrath while I was crying down at the barn. In hindsight it was a lesson well &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SER7NYwyQxI/AAAAAAAAACg/uCgZfUEa-J8/s1600-h/WillisCreek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207422539062723346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SER7NYwyQxI/AAAAAAAAACg/uCgZfUEa-J8/s200/WillisCreek.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;learned, as I now know how much that trees cost. I instantly learned how to control the mower. A few weeks later they bought a riding lawn-mower, which was good. Anyway, Mike still lives down here and there are still a lot of broken bridges. I took the weekend off from work to visit family. And my boss Kim allowed me one more day, which I appreciate. So I am writing this on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually camping down here to have a place to stay while I am visiting my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin. You read about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laylee&lt;/span&gt; (which Grandma “Aunt” Debra is calling her) in the blog below. Re: My first retraction: Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Piccolotti&lt;/span&gt;’s new last name is Holt due to her marriage to Robert Holt, who is a great guy, he &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SER39ZQQGTI/AAAAAAAAACY/wBqZGRLKrKM/s1600-h/OneHandedPhotoTrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207418965781911858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SER39ZQQGTI/AAAAAAAAACY/wBqZGRLKrKM/s200/OneHandedPhotoTrees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reminds me of my dad in a lot of ways. Don’t you all think she should keep the name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Piccolotti&lt;/span&gt;? I think so, although this may be the feminist coming out in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fascination and passion for this place has been rekindled for me. I have learned another lesson all these years later: We must all be conserving water and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;, as I am hauling water to the toilet in the house and filled the water tank in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; twice. Think about how much water you use. It is taking me one 5 gallon bucket to fill the tank. Oh and also, kill your television. There is no telly or cell phone service down here, which has actually made the weekend quite peaceful although I am missing NPR. I've been listening to SAM. . . one of those nation wide radio broadcasts of pop music. Horrible morning show!! Much love to you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7023508658540174611?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7023508658540174611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7023508658540174611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7023508658540174611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7023508658540174611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-grandparents-bought-seven-acres-of.html' title='Willis Creek - Broken Bridge Farm'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SERyotjXKsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XPPOt45kuXY/s72-c/BrokenBridgeSignOfficial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-9005649441417573349</id><published>2008-06-02T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:56:13.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Tom Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SERsWDiHVyI/AAAAAAAAACI/TmP9z8rRQzc/s1600-h/TomJones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207406195308451618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SERsWDiHVyI/AAAAAAAAACI/TmP9z8rRQzc/s200/TomJones.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much fun was this! Panties thown on the stage and all! I couldn't stop laughing. Here is a photo of me and the ladies Sue, Cindy, TC and Barb. This viewpoint was inspired and created by TC. I Must buy one of his CD's soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-9005649441417573349?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/9005649441417573349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=9005649441417573349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/9005649441417573349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/9005649441417573349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/06/sir-tom-jones.html' title='Sir Tom Jones'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SERsWDiHVyI/AAAAAAAAACI/TmP9z8rRQzc/s72-c/TomJones.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-8293371001321807646</id><published>2008-05-25T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:52:02.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Joe KG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDn45OUSxSI/AAAAAAAAACA/OZFIsdAxpIQ/s1600-h/Sue+&amp;amp;+Oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204464506382763298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDn45OUSxSI/AAAAAAAAACA/OZFIsdAxpIQ/s200/Sue+%26+Oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the blog below I wrote about my second cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eualie&lt;/span&gt;.  Which reminded me I never wrote about Oscar.  Oscar Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kreutz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gallardo&lt;/span&gt; is the son of my good friends Adam and Melissa.  Here's a photo of Oscar with his fabulous grandma Sue who is a fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hedhead&lt;/span&gt;.  Life goes on. . .   we've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; adults.  What?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-8293371001321807646?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/8293371001321807646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=8293371001321807646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8293371001321807646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8293371001321807646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/05/oscar-joe-kg.html' title='Oscar Joe KG'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDn45OUSxSI/AAAAAAAAACA/OZFIsdAxpIQ/s72-c/Sue+%26+Oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-4619698247407365110</id><published>2008-05-25T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:31:47.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulalie Aveleen Piccolotti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDnuGuUSxRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GFOYOF37YgI/s1600-h/h1-7305.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204452643683091730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDnuGuUSxRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GFOYOF37YgI/s200/h1-7305.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Lisa (daughter of Uncle Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Piccolotti&lt;/span&gt;) had a baby girl on Friday the 23rd.  7 lbs, 8 oz, 21 inches.  Congratulations Lisa!  I so wish Grandma was here in Oregon to be able to meet her first great grand daughter.  I know she would be thrilled.  A new life always brings everything into a clearer perspective for me.  I am so happy to hear the news.  I just got home from a week in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ellensburg&lt;/span&gt;, WA (Central WA).  I drove through the Columbia Gorge, which is always an adventure as there is a lot of traffic heading toward the city and the gorge is so windy and there are lots of curves.  Not too bad today.  Listened to Sirius Sat. Radio during the journey and got to know Nathan Lane, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bernedette&lt;/span&gt; Peters and Joel Grey on Broadway's Best with Seth's Studio A interviews.  I was also able to hear the full episode of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt; Home Companion and Fresh Air which featured a guest who spoke about Jack Kerby who was a comic book artist (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fantastic&lt;/span&gt; 4), this made me think about my friend Adam (married to Melissa Kreutz), who is a comic book writer, check him out at adamgallardo.blogspot.com   It's so interesting to me how the different medias work.  He too (Adam) just had a baby named Oscar Joe.  I am currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dog sitting&lt;/span&gt; my buddy Lily while my friend Kim is celebrating her one year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; with her companion Mike.   I can't imagine one day, let alone one year with one person.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-4619698247407365110?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/4619698247407365110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=4619698247407365110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4619698247407365110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/4619698247407365110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/05/eulalie-aveleen-piccolotti.html' title='Eulalie Aveleen Piccolotti'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDnuGuUSxRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GFOYOF37YgI/s72-c/h1-7305.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-7823796979370758184</id><published>2008-05-19T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:24:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curb Appeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDIoUay0xII/AAAAAAAAABw/ORLferY3G-o/s1600-h/Lilac+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202264850821334146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDIoUay0xII/AAAAAAAAABw/ORLferY3G-o/s200/Lilac+Tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim and I worked on Sunday on the curb appeal at the house as we started feeling like we lived in Arkansas rather than Oregon. So hot! It was like 90 degrees outside, but we got the job done. The driveway looks so much better. I didn't take any shots of us working as we both looked a mess, but here is a photo of the Lilac Tree in full bloom, planted by Hazel and Leo Heim, the builders and owners of the house before we arrived. So lovely. I watched two "chick" flicks this weekend. Mad Money and the Eva Langoria-Parker movie, where she's a ghost, it was so bad I can't even remember the title, however Paul Rudd is the male lead and is as cute and charming as ever. But if you have an afternoon to sort through mail or read a magazine, I recommend Mad Money. It was entertaining. Katie Holmes did disappoint a little. I also saw a play. For:give by Insight Out Theartre Collective. Good to support local theatre. I ran into my favorite actor/singer/songwriter during lunch, which was unexpected and I must say I clammed up as I do in his presence. I am on the road this week. In Central Washington-Ellensburg, WA for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-7823796979370758184?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/7823796979370758184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=7823796979370758184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7823796979370758184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/7823796979370758184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/05/curb-appeal.html' title='Curb Appeal'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SDIoUay0xII/AAAAAAAAABw/ORLferY3G-o/s72-c/Lilac+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-3838787481779052949</id><published>2008-05-14T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:19:14.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids In The Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCuGKqy0xGI/AAAAAAAAABg/XPJWFBafuH4/s1600-h/Squishing+Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200397712573645922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCuGKqy0xGI/AAAAAAAAABg/XPJWFBafuH4/s200/Squishing+Head.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCuGAKy0xFI/AAAAAAAAABY/OQ1j0xziCwI/s1600-h/Todd+Jim+Nathaniel+KITH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200397532185019474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCuGAKy0xFI/AAAAAAAAABY/OQ1j0xziCwI/s320/Todd+Jim+Nathaniel+KITH.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids in the Hall, remember them? They are a sketch comedy group that had a show in the late 1980's and early 1990's on FOX I think, much like Saturday Night Live. Well they performed live this last Sunday at the Arlene Schnitzer Hall here in Portland and I was in the audience. Besides a little vertigo I experienced (we were sitting on the mezzanine) it was so much fun! They performed all the great characters, including Chickenlady and Scott performed Buddy, naturally. I wasn't a huge fan during their heyday, however have &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCuF2qy0xEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q286P0g8HqM/s1600-h/Kids+Program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200397368976262210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCuF2qy0xEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q286P0g8HqM/s320/Kids+Program.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;become a fan since living with Jim as he owns a few box sets. I was so hoping for Elizabeth of Windsor, no such luck. The night was spent with Jim, Todd and Nathaniel. Here are some pictures. . . including one of Todd squishing Nathaniel's and my head. If you have seen KITH you'll know what that's all about. Hey if you all run across the movie Death at a Funeral at the DVD store, rent it. Laugh out loud British film. Highly recommended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-3838787481779052949?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/3838787481779052949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=3838787481779052949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3838787481779052949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/3838787481779052949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-in-hall.html' title='Kids In The Hall'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCuGKqy0xGI/AAAAAAAAABg/XPJWFBafuH4/s72-c/Squishing+Head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-8119807822995122057</id><published>2008-05-10T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:04:30.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Carlos Ramirez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCZF6_px7gI/AAAAAAAAABE/zNvT0IIKlvc/s1600-h/Carlos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198919699667217922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCZF6_px7gI/AAAAAAAAABE/zNvT0IIKlvc/s320/Carlos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have figured out how to navigate this whole blogging thing, I wanted to make sure I posted a blog about my dear friend and work mentor Carlos Ramirez. He taught me everything I know about being an effective and respectful manager and that it's okay to be a good human in business. But still understanding that business is business. I will truly miss Carlos and think about him quite often. Love you 'Los. I miss our evening chats on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1357636654333221430-8119807822995122057?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/8119807822995122057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=8119807822995122057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8119807822995122057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/8119807822995122057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-honor-of-carlos-ramirez.html' title='In Honor of Carlos Ramirez'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCZF6_px7gI/AAAAAAAAABE/zNvT0IIKlvc/s72-c/Carlos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357636654333221430.post-2886600707264092752</id><published>2008-05-10T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:18:46.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Shakespeare Festival - Ashland, OR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCYo2Ppx7eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1lYuwZBahk8/s1600-h/Ashland+Springs+Hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198887732225633762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCYo2Ppx7eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1lYuwZBahk8/s320/Ashland+Springs+Hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Theatre Lovers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent 1.5 days in Ashland and saw three plays with Jim and his Lincoln High School students. For those of you I know will probably be in Ashland sometime this season for the festival I thought I'd give you my recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are able to stay at the Ashland Springs Hotel, I'd say do it. This is a restored hotel in the heart of Ashland and is lovely. My friend Marcia I know would appreciate it as it is full of floral and bird art. Very well done. Although I wouldn't recommend staying the day before or of Hillary Clinton's arrival, I had a bit of parking stress this morning. The staff is super friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually didn't see any of Shakespeare's plays, but being this was an educational trip we got some special treatment with a tour of the scene shop, prologue to The Clay Cart and a Q&amp;amp;A with one of the leads of the Hedda Gabler Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend The Clay Cart, which is an Indian Sanskrit play, they are in full costume, costumed by what we were told a premier costume designer in the US. This is truly a comedy which is 2000 years old. I also HIGHLY recommend The Further Adventures of Hedda G&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCYrgvpx7fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mh6AV43Q5Gc/s1600-h/Jim+and+Sean+in+Lobby+of+Ashland+Springs+Hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198890661393329650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCYrgvpx7fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mh6AV43Q5Gc/s320/Jim+and+Sean+in+Lobby+of+Ashland+Springs+Hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abler. Not what I expected at all. For you theatre buffs you will thoroughly be entertained as there are many theatrical references and characters. BRILLIANT!! New script written by Jeff Whitty who wrote the book for Avenue Q. Don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Fences. Depressing and I thought slow. Act Two was better. Well acted, naturally. To be fair it was the only play that got a full standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that, I am totally ready and wanting to see more. So I am willing to be someones companion or third wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget that we have this wonderful jewel in Oregon.&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/1357636654333221430-2886600707264092752?l=seansweeney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/feeds/2886600707264092752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1357636654333221430&amp;postID=2886600707264092752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2886600707264092752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1357636654333221430/posts/default/2886600707264092752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seansweeney.blogspot.com/2008/05/oregon-shakespeare-festival-ashland-or.html' title='Oregon Shakespeare Festival - Ashland, OR'/><author><name>Sean Sweeney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983217460925024725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-558tqU9mZkI/TpG_Br20JiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eY1yziYrHfs/s220/MyEye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dk6QBMiEMB8/SCYo2Ppx7eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1lYuwZBahk8/s72-c/Ashland+Springs+Hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
