<?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-7532979</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:35:13.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est Moi, C'est Vous...C'est Nous</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales from life and fighting fires of one sort or another</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-8430214781016556189</id><published>2007-04-13T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:54:18.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harbingers of Spring</title><content type='html'>I once again went on a midnight run through the hills, drawn by perhaps one final opportunity to enjoy the last chill of winter’s breath on the night air.  Even on a dark, moonless night, my path and the world around me lit only by the distant lights of civilization and the faint glow of the stars in the heavens above, I would have had to have been blind not to have been overwhelmed by the multitude of portents of the coming spring that surrounded me as I ran through the hills and orchards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that it was not the chorus of frogs singing their song of love to prospective mates at the pond in the vineyard, nor the sweet smell of some unseen fragrant blossom wafting on the night breeze, nor even the breeze itself, cool, but yet not quite as chill as it would have been ere a month earlier, that spoke to me so strongly of the coming dawn of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed by the unexpected and awe-inspiring shooting star that blazed a fiery-bright path across my path as I climbed towards the top of the hills, an omen portending an event worthy of note by the bards and poets of ancient times, yet still not the sign that I sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, as I paused at the peak of the highest of the hills, enjoying the view of glow of the city beneath me on one side, and the dark of the wilds on the other, feeling that frosty edge to the air that I drew into my lungs as I caught my breath, the surest sign of spring was not even the warm feelings of love and longing for those closest to me in my heart, yet distant and far away from my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No for me, as for our distant ancestors who marked the passing of the seasons by the march of the constellations across the heavens, the one unmistakable sign of the passing of winter was the sight of Scorpio rearing its head above the eastern edge of the world, the red glow of its heart, Antares, already beginning its ascent toward its position of prominence in the summer night sky.  I quickly turned on my heel and looked wistfully westward, hoping to catch one last glimpse of the mighty hunter Orion, knowing even before I looked that his time had already gone and that the winter heaven’s guardian had retired from his post.  Overhead, Leo, the lion, stood watch, but only briefly, his time too soon to pass in deference to the ascension of the summer firmament.  Winter has gone, spring is come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all of these signs of spring passed before me, surrounded me, and even on this dark, moonless night I found my senses overwhelmed and myself immersed in the coming of the new season.  So, I entreat you, my friends and colleagues, to let not the change of seasons pass by you un-noticed and encourage you to go for a walk in the evening and seek out that herald of spring which sings the strongest to you and revel in the moment, for few in life are as sweet.  Good night and God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-8430214781016556189?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/8430214781016556189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=8430214781016556189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/8430214781016556189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/8430214781016556189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/04/harbingers-of-spring.html' title='Harbingers of Spring'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-7943828071527486919</id><published>2007-03-01T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:24:24.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Rides Dudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RefRARSThjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tZa22F-8BMg/s1600-h/img208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RefRARSThjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tZa22F-8BMg/s400/img208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037224510807574066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet is the only word that I can think of to describe the riding conditions on Snoqualmie yesterday.  Coming off the Snow Patrol concert the night before, up early to grab a pre-dawn meeting and first on the lift to track some prisitne powder...dude, it don't get much better than that.  The conditions were totally bomb...chill, another total dump of snow, like a foot of untouched powder to shred on first thing...once I got to weaving the slopes I didn't put the brakes on until wayyy into the day and only then to grab a burger and a Dew to fuel the fires for the rest of the day.  I spent the whole day running the big mountain, hit the park a couple of times just to grab some air, even tomahawked for the first time...kinda whack, but totally gnarly:D  If they let snowboarders into heaven then all the rides should be this sweet, o ja;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-7943828071527486919?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/7943828071527486919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=7943828071527486919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/7943828071527486919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/7943828071527486919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet-rides-dudes.html' title='Sweet Rides Dudes'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RefRARSThjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tZa22F-8BMg/s72-c/img208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-5693447241350080504</id><published>2007-03-01T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:03:47.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol...A Tour For Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RefQEBSThhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SAm1ufo7xLw/s1600-h/img136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RefQEBSThhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SAm1ufo7xLw/s400/img136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037223475720455698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the folks who help riders and skiers off the mountain when they get in over their heads, but the rock group.  I actually caught them in concert at Key Arena in Seattle on Tuesday night and they REALLY rock.  Of course their music is absolutely fabulous, especially "Chasing Cars" *sigh*, but they also put on a totally sick light show and bang it out to the extreme.  If you can catch them on their North American Tour, it is one that I would recommend that you see with someone you love...romance is definitely the genre of this tour and it is meant to be shared with someone you can wrap your arms around while you sing softly in their ear.  Of course in the mosh pit it would be a good trick to hear anyone or anything but the band, but better to have someone to hold than not;-)  Besides, why anyone would go to a rock concert and sit off the floor in the seats is beyond me.  Not that I could hear or speak above a hoarse whisper for the next day or so, but who cares...too much fun!!!  Oh, and the opening local band Steam Ship Under People, followed by Ok Go were totally bomb in their own right.  Snow Patrol played out their gig and then followed up with a half hour encore...you have to love catching these guys at the the beginning of their tour;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-5693447241350080504?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/5693447241350080504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=5693447241350080504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/5693447241350080504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/5693447241350080504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/03/snow-patrola-tour-for-lovers.html' title='Snow Patrol...A Tour For Lovers'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RefQEBSThhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SAm1ufo7xLw/s72-c/img136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-2864828288338627111</id><published>2007-02-18T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:57:28.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Major-League Face Plant</title><content type='html'>After an absolutely awesome day shredding the slopes in a driving fresh snow on Snoqualmie, I obliged a challenge by a friend and finished by throwing it down the riding park a couple of times, rails, jumps and all.  My first jump was by no means timid, fairly good air, but the landing left quite a bit to be desired...unless one is supposed to land face first *OUCH*  Okay, I made it up on my second run, taking the jump at speed, catching big-time air, landing and not even looking back...I stomped it!...JAHUU!!!  *Sheesh*...the things I do on a double-dog dare;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-2864828288338627111?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/2864828288338627111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=2864828288338627111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/2864828288338627111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/2864828288338627111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/02/major-league-face-plant.html' title='A Major-League Face Plant'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-9218374764147611194</id><published>2007-02-04T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:55:32.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winners Are...</title><content type='html'>Okay, here are my favorites from the less-than-impressive lot of this year's Super Bowl commercials (I really think that they tried too hard to be cute...and missed, for the most part;-):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FedEx Comes Out With the Number One Ad Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="365" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2818944"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This One Is Just Too Cute;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="365" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2819648"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And The Winner In The "Best Soundtrack" Category Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="365" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2819650"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-9218374764147611194?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/9218374764147611194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=9218374764147611194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/9218374764147611194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/9218374764147611194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-winners-are.html' title='And The Winners Are...'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-1788715736986732343</id><published>2007-02-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:04:46.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pretzel By Any Other Name...</title><content type='html'>While shopping at the mall today, I stopped and grabbed a pretzel at "Aunt Annie's", the frist I have had since I ate my first in Philadelphia last year.  The pretzel was the same, I suppose, but somehow it did not taste near as good as the one that I shared with the homeless dude on the steps of a downtown Philly subway station where we both had found shelter from a cold and rainy March day;-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RcVaX2YSfiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R8_OCRBe8TY/s1600-h/DSC01350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RcVaX2YSfiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R8_OCRBe8TY/s400/DSC01350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027523924809907746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was kind of tasteless and uninspiring.  I guess that it just goes to prove what I have always said...it is not what you do, or where you do it, but rather who you share the experience with, O ja:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-1788715736986732343?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/1788715736986732343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=1788715736986732343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/1788715736986732343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/1788715736986732343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/02/pretzel-by-any-other-name.html' title='A Pretzel By Any Other Name...'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RcVaX2YSfiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R8_OCRBe8TY/s72-c/DSC01350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-4421125914692955001</id><published>2007-01-25T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:53:45.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shredding the Slopes by Moonlight...Jahúú</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/Rb0-emYSfgI/AAAAAAAAADk/Sz6_07z-mJI/s1600-h/DSC02290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/Rb0-emYSfgI/AAAAAAAAADk/Sz6_07z-mJI/s400/DSC02290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025241454634761730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;About the only joy in my life right now is my snowboarding.  Though I can never put other things entirely out of my mind, at least while I am riding I can (must) focus on something else, if only for a minute or two.  I have found the slopes at Snoqualmie to be pretty rad, with great overall weaving opportunities and a few sketchy spots to test my (hopefully) improving skills.  I plan on spending as much time as possible riding there on my trips over and back to Seattle, heck I am even getting pretty good.  Monday night found me weaving down the run on Central Summit in a freezing rain, icy, pretty whack conditions, but managing to keep an edge and even throwing a sick move or two at it...I was pretty stoked and just kicking it.  Of course, I did manage a few pretty gnarly bonks but kept throwing it down until they turned out the lights...it was like totally bitchin', dudes;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/Rb0_1mYSfhI/AAAAAAAAADs/DobwbQpnwwE/s1600-h/DSC02274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/Rb0_1mYSfhI/AAAAAAAAADs/DobwbQpnwwE/s400/DSC02274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025242949283380754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and dudes, it is a GF cap, so I just KNOW that you love it too, right?;-)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-4421125914692955001?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/4421125914692955001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=4421125914692955001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/4421125914692955001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/4421125914692955001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/01/shredding-slopes-at-nightjahuu.html' title='Shredding the Slopes by Moonlight...Jahúú'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/Rb0-emYSfgI/AAAAAAAAADk/Sz6_07z-mJI/s72-c/DSC02290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-1134964599870697929</id><published>2007-01-04T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:46:33.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-graphics.com title='Myspace Graphics'&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/36/36895k1yzic5ps4.gif width=300 height=251 alt='myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-1134964599870697929?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/1134964599870697929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=1134964599870697929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/1134964599870697929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/1134964599870697929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-7334263820816745480</id><published>2007-01-03T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:46:35.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then They Were Gone</title><content type='html'>After an emotional and fun-filled week, Victoria and Jarrett flew out of Sea-Tac to day and headed home.  I did enjoy their company, Victoria certainly has developed into the bright, pretty and charming daughter that every father wishes for and her beau Jarrett actually seems to be a nice guy (doggone it;-).  I will miss Victoria's companionship and Jarrett's good humor, but it is now time to start putting my life back together and that I must do by myself.  But, before they left, we wandered through downtown Seattle, managed to make some new friends in the form of four foreign visitors; David, Frank, Tomiaka and Jus; from Belgium, China, Japan and France, respectively.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZybH5RIR_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cJQ1BgWCb1A/s1600-h/DSC02156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZybH5RIR_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cJQ1BgWCb1A/s400/DSC02156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016054644917946354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These young men are visiting our country, heading for southern California, travelling and sleeping in a Chevy Van...too much fun.  We met when they were in need of a tire being changed and kept crossing paths with them until we finally asked them to join us in a walk down to the waterfront and ate with them at Ivar's, Victoria's favorite place to eat in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZybq5RISAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VXUQN0i2Q1A/s1600-h/DSC02158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZybq5RISAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VXUQN0i2Q1A/s400/DSC02158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016055246213367810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a bright group of young men enjoying life and we left wishing them well in their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our return stroll through downtown, we ran into an old acquaintance...a clever young man who entertained us on New Year's Eve at the Space Needle.  We had another good laugh recalling his quick wit and good nature...it is often remarkable the way in which we make friends as we travel through this life, but always a wonderful experience:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZydnZRISCI/AAAAAAAAADM/61pHUXByfYM/s1600-h/DSC02159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZydnZRISCI/AAAAAAAAADM/61pHUXByfYM/s400/DSC02159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016057385107081250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tearful good-bye, I watched as Victoria's plane departed and headed back home to face whatever tomorrow brings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZycbZRISBI/AAAAAAAAADE/TFrhvkmMlFg/s1600-h/DSC02170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZycbZRISBI/AAAAAAAAADE/TFrhvkmMlFg/s400/DSC02170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016056079437023250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it should prove to be an interesting New Year indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-7334263820816745480?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/7334263820816745480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=7334263820816745480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/7334263820816745480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/7334263820816745480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-then-they-were-gone.html' title='And Then They Were Gone'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZybH5RIR_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cJQ1BgWCb1A/s72-c/DSC02156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-3215632090691254024</id><published>2007-01-01T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:08:55.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the New Year in Style</title><content type='html'>Victoria, Jarret and I decided to make the most of the opportunity to celebrate New Years and not anything dampen our holiday spirit.  Besides, I had a promise to keep about having as much fun as I could in the new year and I always keep my promises...ALL of them;-)  So, here is what we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnRKJRIR5I/AAAAAAAAABs/4_6Yj19FwDA/s1600-h/DSC02024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnRKJRIR5I/AAAAAAAAABs/4_6Yj19FwDA/s400/DSC02024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015269632270419858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnSa5RIR6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4JSm505Y-UA/s1600-h/DSC02100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnSa5RIR6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4JSm505Y-UA/s400/DSC02100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015271019544856482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnSrJRIR7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1Lrfmlktbdk/s1600-h/DSC02114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnSrJRIR7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1Lrfmlktbdk/s400/DSC02114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015271298717730738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnThZRIR8I/AAAAAAAAACE/F3pAc7WBos4/s1600-h/DSC02139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnThZRIR8I/AAAAAAAAACE/F3pAc7WBos4/s400/DSC02139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015272230725633986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who knows what the new year might bring, but if this is indeed to be the "Year of Togetherness" for those in love, then I suppose that there could be worse things...for all of us who are in love;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnVEZRIR-I/AAAAAAAAACU/r5md-Nkm-BA/s1600-h/DSC02046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2007/01/celebrating-new-year-in-style.html' title='Celebrating the New Year in Style'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZnRKJRIR5I/AAAAAAAAABs/4_6Yj19FwDA/s72-c/DSC02024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-697606209084665745</id><published>2007-01-01T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:42:30.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleðilegt Nýtt Ár</title><content type='html'>On this eve of another new year, one filled both with opportunity and uncertainty, I wish to offer to my friends and loved ones, wherever they may be, my passionate hope that at the dawning of 2007 we will find---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A renewed sense of hope and optimism for all of mankind, everywhere&lt;br /&gt;That we all, no matter our differences, treat each other as brothers&lt;br /&gt;And walk life's path hand-in-hand with our sisters.&lt;br /&gt;That no child should ever again go to bed hungry&lt;br /&gt;And that genocide, global-warming and pandemics are all just a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;That all who know me will always think fondly of me,&lt;br /&gt;And that no one, anywhere, should ever consider life to be so hopeless as to end it prematurely.&lt;br /&gt;May we always find the time to take pause in our lives to stop and smell the roses,&lt;br /&gt;That we never miss an opportunity to say to our loved ones, "I love you!",&lt;br /&gt;And that we always, always, always, remember to hug our children and remind them that they are the reason that God smiles!&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that y'all have the opportunity to love life as much as it deserves to be,&lt;br /&gt;That life is as kind to you as you deserve it to be,&lt;br /&gt;And that you share your love with all those you hold dear and close in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;May y'all enjoy the Happiest of New Years and know that all of my best wishes and love go out to you, no matter the distance between us,&lt;br /&gt;For how hollow would our existance be indeed, if it were not for the love that we share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-697606209084665745?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/697606209084665745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=697606209084665745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/697606209084665745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/697606209084665745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Gleðilegt Nýtt Ár'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-7574638457054076136</id><published>2006-12-29T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:37:04.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Is Here...and So Is He</title><content type='html'>I picked up my daughter Victoria and her boyfriend Jarrett from the airport yesterday. Omigosh it was great to see her and catch up on what has been happening in both of our lives over the past few months and, for once, I had more to talk about than she;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZTpaZRIR3I/AAAAAAAAABE/dndL8Juak9o/s1600-h/DSC02014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013888924838807410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZTpaZRIR3I/AAAAAAAAABE/dndL8Juak9o/s400/DSC02014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course, her and I simply pick back up from where we left off last, so it is just a warm and comforting conversation, even when covering the more difficult aspects of our lives...I am so very glad that she is here:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZTo75RIR2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NFDhcRpyYBk/s1600-h/DSC02015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013888400852797282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZTo75RIR2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NFDhcRpyYBk/s400/DSC02015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jarrett seems to be a very nice young man and they do seem happy together and definitely in love. I hope to get to know this guy who is so important in my not-so-little-anymore girl's life, but am certain that her good judgement held sway when they chose to become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZTqZJRIR4I/AAAAAAAAABM/K3sblQ1-cs4/s1600-h/DSC02017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013890002875598722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZTqZJRIR4I/AAAAAAAAABM/K3sblQ1-cs4/s400/DSC02017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, I look forward to an enjoyable week spent with these two...and who knows, I might even get to like this guy;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-7574638457054076136?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/7574638457054076136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=7574638457054076136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/7574638457054076136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/7574638457054076136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-is-here.html' title='She Is Here...and So Is He'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZTpaZRIR3I/AAAAAAAAABE/dndL8Juak9o/s72-c/DSC02014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-5912941199222166814</id><published>2006-12-26T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:52:47.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas For Just The Two Of Us...For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZIYpZRIRyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UIrK4QXx7EU/s1600-h/DSC01999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZIYpZRIRyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UIrK4QXx7EU/s400/DSC01999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013096434653218594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of the recent turmoil, John and I did enjoy being together for Christmas, even if the most important people in each of our lives were with us in spirit only;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-5912941199222166814?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/5912941199222166814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=5912941199222166814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/5912941199222166814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/5912941199222166814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-for-just-two-of-usfor-now.html' title='Christmas For Just The Two Of Us...For Now'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ulsbr_OgDz4/RZIYpZRIRyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UIrK4QXx7EU/s72-c/DSC01999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-6979964371984025532</id><published>2006-12-21T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:12:27.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Finally Here!!!</title><content type='html'>My son John has finally arrived to spend Christmas week with me.  I picked him up at the airport in Seattle today and was I surprised at seeing him.  He has grown another couple of inches and now stand only abut 2 inches shorter than his Dad (that would be me;-)  Of course, being my progeny, he is strappingly handsome, blonde-hired and blue-eyed, athletic in build...a real heart-breaker-to-be, I am certain.  Seriously, I am so very proud of the tall, handsome, well-mannered young man that John has turned out to be.  In light of his mother and I divorcing when he was 7 years old, I have always been concerned about any latent ill effects that this might have had on his personality, yet here he stands at 16, tall, intelligent, well-adjusted and articulate...everything that I could have expected from a son of mine...and more.  God has truly blessed me in having John as my son and I plan on us having as much fun as we can in the short time that he is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-6979964371984025532?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/6979964371984025532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=6979964371984025532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/6979964371984025532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/6979964371984025532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/12/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s Finally Here!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-2517380375125106879</id><published>2006-12-19T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:40:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What European City Do You Belong In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&gt;http://blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-2517380375125106879?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/2517380375125106879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=2517380375125106879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/2517380375125106879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/2517380375125106879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-european-city-do-you-belong-in.html' title='What European City Do You Belong In?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-116184982524837611</id><published>2006-10-26T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:03:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Time To Smell The...Leaves</title><content type='html'>As we all rush through our busy lives, too often we overlook some of the simpler, subtler and more precious of this world’s pleasures.  The fall season is now full upon us, with the first breaths of frost coaxing from the trees the full spectrum of their fall colors; golden yellows, brilliant oranges, and, finally, the fiery, blazing reds that catch our eye…and cause us to catch our breath.  Indeed, ere too many days are past, we shall be visited by the first snows of winter, so if you have not yet done so, I entreat you to take time this week to enjoy what may very well be the last few glorious sunny days of the season.  My new-found autumn haven is a secluded, soft, grassy hill where one can lay in the warmth of the afternoon sun, gaze dreamingly into the sapphire-blue sky, enjoy the rich, earthy smell of damp fallen leaves, and feel the cool tingle of the fall breeze on one’s skin; giving one cause to think longingly of the waning days of summer.  Share, if you can, these moments with a good book, the company of a dear friend (even if only by cell phone;-) or the loving memory of someone whom you hold close in your heart, if not in your arms.  For surely these are the days that God created to allow us a brief glimpse of what wonders as might await us in heaven and it would be tragic indeed if we did not take pause and embrace them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-116184982524837611?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/116184982524837611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=116184982524837611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116184982524837611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116184982524837611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-time-to-smell-theleaves.html' title='Take Time To Smell The...Leaves'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-116143993281971055</id><published>2006-10-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T07:12:12.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Er Þessi Ég? (Is This Me?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your Rising Sign is Gemini&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourrisingsignquiz/gemini.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You often feel torn between two dominant personalities.&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes you're adaptable and friendly; other times indecisive and unsure.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No matter what, you're the life of the party or conversation.&lt;BR&gt;Witty and talkative, you entertain with your stories and gossip.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's a bit difficult for you to finish what you start - jobs, friendships, relationships...&lt;BR&gt;There's so much you want to try. You often bite off more than you can chew. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourrisingsignquiz/"&gt;What's Your Rising Sign?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-116143993281971055?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/116143993281971055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=116143993281971055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116143993281971055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116143993281971055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/10/er-essi-g-is-this-me.html' title='Er Þessi Ég? (Is This Me?)'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-116143837119413170</id><published>2006-10-12T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T06:47:03.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days, School Days...</title><content type='html'>It looks like I may have survived my first university exams in over 15 years  My Pre-Calculus test was the toughest and most important, but I think that I did well, even with life and work competing with my studying.  The class is small, only about 10 regular students, but the instructoir is good, contrary to the reputation of CBC's Math Dept.  I am glad that this class is going well, since math is going to be such a large part of my astro-physics studies.  Now, I have to get back to homework and packing for my flight over to Seattle for a couple of days of meetings.  See y'all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-116143837119413170?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/116143837119413170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=116143837119413170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116143837119413170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116143837119413170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-days-school-days.html' title='School Days, School Days...'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-116143831927730138</id><published>2006-10-02T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T06:45:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Planet Should I Rule?</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: white" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;You Should Rule Jupiter&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/jupiter.jpg" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Huge and hot, Jupiter is a quickly turning planet with short days and intense gravity.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are perfect to rule Jupiter, because you are both dominant and kind.&lt;BR&gt;You have great strength and confidence, but you never abuse your power.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are always right. Even if you make mistakes, you compensate for them... before anyone knows it.&lt;BR&gt;Headstrong and ambitious, you always have a goal in mind. You are optimistic and believe thing things will always work out. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-116143831927730138?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/116143831927730138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=116143831927730138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116143831927730138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/116143831927730138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-planet-should-i-rule.html' title='What Planet Should I Rule?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115985703779246280</id><published>2006-10-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:30:37.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Magical Moment in the Sun</title><content type='html'>Saturday I climbed up past Summerland on the east flank of Mt. Rainier and made my way up over Panhandle Gap.  In fact, I think that this hike/run constituted a "personal best" in terms of speed and endurance over the approximately 15 miles that I covered that day.  I say that "I think" because I never take such things seriously enough to actually time them...life is too short;-)  At any rate, I literally ran the 2+ miles up from Summerland, over the gap and out on the ridgeline to a point overlooking the Sarvent Glaciers, and then back again, racing nightfall the whole way...too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my trek I did find a rock outcropping that projected out over the Sarvent Glacier, some 500 feet below.  I climbed out and sat there on the edge of oblivion, enjoying the cool air, deep blue skies and last vestiges of warmth from the late afternoon sun, all the while looking out over the Fryingpan Creek valley and marveling at the pristine mountain beauty displayed before me.  This late in the day there was not another soul within miles and I truly felt as if all of this magnificence was placed there for me to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I believed the moment to be as perfect as possible (well, except for...you know;-), a pair of golden eagles soared around the edge of the canyon, flying towards me over the icy expanse of the glacier below.  Taking notice of my presence, they abruptly reversed their course, letting loose a loud, piercing screech, seemingly voicing their displeasure at my unwanted intrusion into their domain. Then, as they turned, banking and exposing their undersides to the setting sun's soft, warm light, they literally exploded in a brilliant display of amber and gold, rivaling the beauty of the sun itself.  Then they were gone, leaving me sitting there alone, breathless in my wonder at the magnificent display of nature's beauty that I had just witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lengthing of the shadows from the mountain behind me presaged the coming of darkness, hastening my departure and lending urgency to my descent back towards civilization.  Although I climbed down the mountain that day, I left behind me on that rocky outcropping an imprint of my soul and took with me a renewed appreciation of nature's beauty and a re-invigoration of my spirit that will surely sustain me for many days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115985703779246280?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115985703779246280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115985703779246280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115985703779246280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115985703779246280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/10/magical-moment-in-sun.html' title='A Magical Moment in the Sun'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115881195861988680</id><published>2006-09-20T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:06:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Campus Life...Again</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it has been over ten years since I went to school, and thirty since my last university math class, but I still tested out in the 34-52% range in algebra and trigonometry...good enough to skip a semester of pre-calculus.  I started out this morning just planning on testing and then starting class next week.  I ended up spending the entire day at the college; testing, counseling, registering, buying books *ugh*, paying tuition (NOT...being a state employee;-) and finally attending my first pre-calculus class tonight *PHEW*  What a day it was, and what a blast I had...even I could not believe the effect just being back on campus had on my enthusiasm and energy level...I was so excited that I was told that I was acting just like a little kid on Christmas morning...and that is exactly how I felt:D  I just hope that the enthusiasm lasts for the next 10 years or so, for this, that is...I know it will last a lifetime for her;-)...but, until it wears off...JAHUUUU!!!! (on both sides;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115881195861988680?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115881195861988680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115881195861988680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115881195861988680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115881195861988680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-campus-lifeagain.html' title='Ah, Campus Life...Again'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115764891362533397</id><published>2006-09-07T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:08:33.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin Gruwell!</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the pleasure of listening to and meeting this famous author of "The Freedom Writers Diary", which is a compilation of writings by an amazing group of disadvantaged, inner-city students of hers.  As amazing as her students and their stories are, they are nothing in comparison to her...charming, eloquent, dynamic and inspirational...AND a fellow revolutionary, fighting the good fight against bureaucracy and the sterile, stereotypical treatment of human beings.  The experience of hearing her speak in person and getting to actually meet her touched and absolutely enchanted me.  If y'all have not had the chance to read this book, I would encourage you to do so...I am about to read it again for the third time...and watch for the movie, due out towards the beginning of next year...I'll be at the screening, too cool!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115764891362533397?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115764891362533397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115764891362533397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115764891362533397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115764891362533397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/09/erin-gruwell.html' title='Erin Gruwell!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115751804248467279</id><published>2006-09-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:38:44.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbershoot Rocks...and So Do The Veronicas!!!</title><content type='html'>I spent the day yesterday in Seattle at the Bumbershoot music festival.  The music was fantastic, with the Steve Miller Band, Copeland, and Sparta among the groups that I took in while there.  I ended the day with The Veronicas and Jess and Lisa did not disappoint me...they were every bit as beautiful, charming and rocking as I imagined them to be...especially Lisa *sigh* (I caught her eye early on in the concert and I have been smitten every since;-)  Their music was even more awesome in person and I will catch them every time they are playiing anywhere even close to me.  Of course, there were quite a few local artisits occupying the street corners and they were every bit as entertaining as the big name bands.  Being Seattle, it was at least as much fun watching the people as it was the bands.  Folks of every size, shape, description and mental state were out in profusion.  The day was picture perfect, sunny, blue skies, warm, just made for laying out in a sunny spot in the grass and listening to a rock band bang it out on stage in front of you.  I cannot think of a much more enjoyable way to spend Labor Day and I will be back next year, once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115751804248467279?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115751804248467279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115751804248467279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115751804248467279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115751804248467279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/09/bumbershoot-rocksand-so-do-veronicas.html' title='Bumbershoot Rocks...and So Do The Veronicas!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115724229027218675</id><published>2006-09-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:35:12.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!!!</title><content type='html'>After a 10 year hiatus from furthering my education, Friday I enrolled as a student at Columbia Basin College with the intent of beginning my life-long goal, that of acquiring a PhD in Astrophysics.  Okay, I know that it sounds like a fairly lofty goal and I must admit that it does seem daunting, even to me, but you know, if I never get started at it I will most certainly never complete it.  Besides, I estimate that it will take 10-15 years for me to achieve my goal, given that I shall have to continue working full time during that period.  But what an amazingly satisfying achievment it shall be when I complete it...I just can't wait for the first class to start:D  I shall be taking my mathematics pre-requisiites at CBC and then transferring over to WSU to continue on toward my doctorate.  All that it took to get me started is for me and my best friend to agree to nag each other until we both started on our goals...she started working on her MBA this fall at WSU and now I am off and running towards my PhD.  It shall be interesting to see which of us gets the furthest and how fast we get there, though in the end the most important thing is that we accomplish something...and, of course, it is always more fun to do it together;-)  See y'all around campus, dudes:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115724229027218675?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115724229027218675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115724229027218675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115724229027218675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115724229027218675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115545048073926873</id><published>2006-08-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:26:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Paradise</title><content type='html'>Our trip to Glacier was absolutely spectacular.  We hiked over 75 miles across the Continental Divide, walked through some magnificent country, saw grizzly bears, were chased by a forest fire and soaked up as much of the high-alpine country of this beautiful place that we could.  Check out the pictures at the usual place, I promise to caption them soon.  I can best sum it all up by saying that we are planning on returning next year to explore some more (especially the places the fire kept us away from this year;-)  Vertu svalur, y'all:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/1024/DSC01754.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/DSC01754.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The View From Above&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115545048073926873?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115545048073926873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115545048073926873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115545048073926873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115545048073926873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-from-paradise.html' title='Back From Paradise'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115398408518301726</id><published>2006-07-27T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:08:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To Glacier</title><content type='html'>Well, I am off to Galcier National Park for a much-needed 10-day holiday of hiking and climbing.  I have been trying to get here all of my adult life and it looks as if I will finally succeed.  From all that I have heard, it is backpacking's Mecca and I might just have so much fun that I won't come back;-)  Watch for the pics in a couple of weeks...vertu svalur, vini minn;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115398408518301726?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115398408518301726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115398408518301726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115398408518301726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115398408518301726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-to-glacier.html' title='Off To Glacier'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115381458212340732</id><published>2006-07-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:31:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fire In The Sky</title><content type='html'>I took advantage of a brief respite in the sultry summer nights of late and once more took to the hills at midnight, enjoying the first cool evening in over a fortnight.  I eventually outran civilization, escaping the glow of the city and passing beyond the desert hills that normally hide the southern sky from my view.  I found myself standing in awe at the vast expanse of starry sky that lay spread out before me, resplendant in a beauty usually reserved for the dark, cold nights of winter.  There, center stage, lay Scorpio, menacingly poised in its eternal pursuit of the mighty hunter Orion, preceded in its traverse of the heavens by the brilliantly illuminated planet Jupiter, who seemed to pause momentarily before slipping out of view below the western horizon.  The archer Sagittarius followed behind Scorpio, completing the procession of the prominent summer constellations that marched across the sky before me.  As I stood there, I was enveloped in a cool breeze that momentarily caused me to forget the blistering heat of the day.  But ere that memory was washed from my conciousness, my gaze was drawn to the center of Scorpio's wide expanse by an intense red glow in the heavens...Antares, a distant, yet massive red super-giant star, a red-hot ember that seemed to smolder in the darkness of the night, reminding all who viewed it that despite the refreshing coolness of the evening, the morrow would indeed witness the return to dominance of summer's province.  It was under the baleful glare of that siren of summer that I turned homeward, knowing that when sleep finally o'ertook me, I would once again dream longingly of Father Frost's coming and welcome the passing of the season of the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115381458212340732?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115381458212340732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115381458212340732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115381458212340732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115381458212340732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/07/fire-in-sky.html' title='A Fire In The Sky'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115381126478208790</id><published>2006-07-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:32:36.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way To The Top</title><content type='html'>John and I spent our last day together climbing the snowfields up to Camp Muir.  John has tried this exhausting hike before but has never been able to make it.  The day broke out clear and calm, with those all-too-rare beautiful deep-blue skies that you only see in the mountains.  The snow was perfect for climbing and we made record time in traversing the snowfields.  As you might have suspected by now, we did indeed make it to Camp Muir and basked in the warmth of the sunlight as we lay on the rock slopes overlooking the encampment.  The, it was off at a dead run back down, plunge-stepping and skating at breakneck speed until our legs were so exhausted that they threatened to fail us and send us out of control into the rocks bordering the snowfields.  Then, too soon, it was over, we were back down on the civilized trials and heading back to camp.  John left the next day, headed back to Texas, but carrying with him the satisfaction of having bested his own expectations for himself and standing in triumph at the pinnacle of one of the many personal acheivements that he will undoubtedly attain during his long life to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/1024/DSC01644.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/DSC01644.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Muir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/1024/DSC01646.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/DSC01646.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John hjá Camp Muir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115381126478208790?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115381126478208790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115381126478208790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115381126478208790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115381126478208790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/07/way-to-top.html' title='The Way To The Top'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-115208221076514196</id><published>2006-07-04T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:40:30.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends of Ohanapecosh</title><content type='html'>We spent a delightful 4th of July holiday weekend at Mt. Rainier.  The weather was perect, the snow pack still sufficient to offer some late season snowfield trekking and I thoroughly enjoyed the company of my son John as we took advantage of the opportunity to get out and spend some time together.  We got to renew acquaintances with some old friends at the park and make some new friends in the process.  So, we bid a hearty "Welcome back!" to Barret, Mimi, Sandy, and Renee and a warm "Welcome!" to our new friends, Lauren and Beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down-side of the trip, I finally started piecing together something that has been nagging me for some time now.  The magnificent old-growth lowland forest in which the Ohanapecosh Campground resides is DYING!!!...and dying as a result of the human activity that has been prevalent there since it became a part of the Mt. Rainier National Park.  More on this later, but I am determined that politics and bureaucratic stupidity will not be the reason that this unique natural resource ceases to exist.  So, keep an eye out for a new website focused on bringing national, if not international, attention to this tragedy.  But until then...vertu svalur, y'all:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-115208221076514196?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/115208221076514196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=115208221076514196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115208221076514196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/115208221076514196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/07/friends-of-ohanapecosh.html' title='Friends of Ohanapecosh'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114901439091433655</id><published>2006-05-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:39:50.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter's Big Day</title><content type='html'>Here I sit in Fort Worth, Texas waiting for my daughter Victoria's graduation.  It hardly seems possible that here is the girl who it only seems like yesterday that I was brushing her hair before school and trying to get her to decide whether it was to be a pony tail, pig tails, or braids (which I never did fully master) today, often all three, one after the other, as she changed her mind, with Daddy dutifully obliging; now standing almost eye-to-eye with me, fully looking the confident, intelligent, responsible (and, of course, most beautiful;-) young woman that she has grown to become.  I have often heard that it makes one feel old to realize that your children have reached adulthood, but seeing Victoria now; full of enthusiasm and wide-eyed wonder at every day, naive and innocent, yet fearlessly ready to face the world, full of exhuberance towards being a woman, yet still every bit that little girl whose hair I brushed every day; instead makes me feel young and full of life, even a little rejuvenated at experiencing once again, this time through her, that wide-eyed wonder at the small miracles that occur every day, yet that we tend to become blind to as life's pace accelerates to adulthood.  Yes, a young woman has indeed blossomed before my eyes, but she has only just begun to flower, with many amazing years to come before she fully blooms...I could not be prouder of her, nor more excited for her at the wonders and miracles she will experience in the years to come.  Life on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114901439091433655?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114901439091433655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114901439091433655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114901439091433655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114901439091433655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-daughters-big-day.html' title='My Daughter&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114901434247616754</id><published>2006-05-28T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:39:02.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A View To Forever</title><content type='html'>While flying from Seattle to Texas yesterday, we happened to fly at eye level through what I have to assume was a contrail from another plane that crossed our path some time before.  It's passing was evidenced by twin sets of wispy segments of tubes of condensed moisture that trailed off towards the setting sun...an almost-transparent, undulating series of of dis-jointed, etheral conduits forming a myriad of mystical portals through which one could almost imagine catching a glimpse of one's tomorrow.  Then in a blink of an eye, the moment was past and they were gone.  Were they indeed as I perceived them to be?  Were they even there at all?  The only certainty that I am left with is that my tomorrow will be, whether or not I am offered a glimpse at what it may bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114901434247616754?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114901434247616754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114901434247616754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114901434247616754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114901434247616754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/05/view-to-forever.html' title='A View To Forever'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114819371990441864</id><published>2006-05-20T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:41:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aldur Af Dagur Minn</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Sunrise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/sunrise.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward. &lt;br /&gt;Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114819371990441864?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114819371990441864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114819371990441864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114819371990441864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114819371990441864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/05/aldur-af-dagur-minn.html' title='Aldur Af Dagur Minn'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114793367852477855</id><published>2006-05-17T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:30:18.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Og Þeir Ert</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Innocence and sweetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A calculating mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"target="_blank"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114793367852477855?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114793367852477855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114793367852477855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114793367852477855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114793367852477855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/05/og-eir-ert.html' title='Og Þeir Ert'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114706967528143149</id><published>2006-05-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:27:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Can't See It Coming</title><content type='html'>I just returned from ACPE 2006, an IT conference, and one of the main topics concerning the network security experts is nothing other than MySpace.com.  They spent quite a while discussing how to block, control, police, etc., this site.  I have to give credit to one of the presenters, he did finally offer the possibility that this was the wrong approach...go figure!  Of course, any of us who embrace the "growing up digital" philosophy believe that there is nothing intrinsically "wrong" with MySpace, or any other blog site.  These sites, as well as instant messaging, chat rooms, text messaging, e-mail, are all simply means by which the digital generation (as well as us "digital immigrants") communicate and are a part of their culture.  Assuming that to be true, then there is no point in further discussion on blocking and controlling these things, but instead how to better educate folks in using them responsibly.  It is a fact that throughout history, the emerging generation has set the standards and mores of their culture and by doing so have defined the new reality for all of us as they assume stewardship of our world.  We as an IT community had better be prepared to support that reality or we shall most certainly become irrelevant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114706967528143149?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114706967528143149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114706967528143149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114706967528143149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114706967528143149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-cant-see-it-coming.html' title='They Can&apos;t See It Coming'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114689359046327873</id><published>2006-05-05T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:38:00.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Fest 2006</title><content type='html'>Well, that's what Dalton Bly from ESD 101 calls ACPE...but then Dalton does not get out much (sorry, Dude;-)  Seriously, I just returned from 4 days with the IT guys and gals at the Association for Computer Professionals in Education annual conference at Mt. Hood and it was as great as always.  The weather was perfect, they even had a hiking session (with some good company I might add, but nowhere near as scintillating as that back at home;-) and the sessions were first-rate.  The vendors were fantastic and I even spent 3 hours manning two grills for Ron Kaiser over at the HP hospitality house (of course, I had a BLAST doing it;-)  The closing keynote spoke on leadership, communication and change...all on my favorite-subject list for the past year, so it really resonated with me and I enjoyed the conversaton immensly.  It was a fantastic time and I am already looking forward to next year when we will put on a shin-dig at the Dell house that will put them all to shame, O j&amp;aacute;...vertu svalur, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114689359046327873?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114689359046327873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114689359046327873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114689359046327873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114689359046327873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/05/geek-fest-2006.html' title='Geek Fest 2006'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114654336768658446</id><published>2006-05-01T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:36:14.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvannia Pictures</title><content type='html'>I finally have them up at &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/cestjacque/my_photos"target="_blank"&gt;my pictures site&lt;/a&gt;:-)...enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114654336768658446?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114654336768658446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114654336768658446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114654336768658446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114654336768658446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/05/pennsylvannia-pictures.html' title='Pennsylvannia Pictures'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114575348511248612</id><published>2006-04-22T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:26:56.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwich Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/1024/DSC01335.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/DSC01335.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original Primanti Brother's Diner&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the day by driving down by the river to the old blue-collar district, now called The Strip, and hunted down the original Primanti Brothers diner.  The ambience was fantastic...definitely classic, industrial, working-class digs.  The diner is pretty much original, the food definitely a heart attack on a bun, the natives friendly and the whole experience smacked of a scene out of any old steel mill movie that you have ever seen.  The marquee sandwich is your choice of meat (I agreed with the recommended capicola), a handful of greasy fries, big dollop of cole slaw (not sweet), cheese, grilled onions if you want; all piled between two large slabs of fresh-sliced Italian bread and served up on a sheet of butcher paper.  There are well-used bottles of Red Devil hot sauce all up and down the diner’s bar, so just add a real Coke to cool things off and there you are!  OMG, I think that it was the best sandwich that I have ever had!  Add to all that being soaking wet from walking through a driving thunderstorm, the comforting warmth of the diner, enjoying the company of regular, working-class folks and sharing the bar with a couple of Pittsburgh plain-clothes cops (real shaved-head, uni-brow gorillas, straight out of "The Shield"...Sorry, guys...luv ya;-)...it was pretty much Heaven!  You know, I instantly felt at home and actually considered not leaving...truly good times, O já!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114575348511248612?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114575348511248612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114575348511248612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114575348511248612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114575348511248612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/04/sandwich-heaven.html' title='Sandwich Heaven'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114575336402868138</id><published>2006-04-22T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:46:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/1024/DSC01294.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/DSC01294.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Confluence&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills above the Duquesne Incline offered a magnificent view of the city below, it being located right above where the Allegheny and Monongahela Rivers join to form the Ohio River...even on a rainy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114575336402868138?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114575336402868138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114575336402868138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114575336402868138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114575336402868138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/04/view-from-above.html' title='The View From Above'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114575341444224710</id><published>2006-04-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:21:59.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride To The Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/1024/DSC01288.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/DSC01288.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duquesne Incline&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclines are rail-mounted trams that were built in the 19th century to carry passengers up and down the hills and encourage the development of the heights around the city.  Some even were reported to ferry cars up and down the hills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114575341444224710?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114575341444224710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114575341444224710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114575341444224710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114575341444224710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/04/ride-to-top.html' title='The Ride To The Top'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114499076939690765</id><published>2006-04-13T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:40:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open &amp; Honest Communication...Not!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I now believe that my right brain has totally take over.  I travel completely across the state only to find myself embarking on yet another crusade on this topic.  I mean, as a guy, aren't I supposed to present as the antithesis of this philosophy?  And yet, here I am trying to coax my colleagues out of their xenophobic shells and engage them in open, honest and passionate debate on topics that I know should be making their blood boil!  Has everyone forgotten that passionate debate is the crucible in which great ideas are formed?  Worse yet than the silence, are the poisonous, whispered, behind-closed-doors conversations that sabotage any honest efforts at reaching consenus; and these lively little shadow conversations are enjoying the active participation of very folks that sit dumb and apathetic in the open forums!  It does make one wonder what it is that they fear so much that they would rather let themselves go unheard rather than risk(?) taking a public stand on something for which they possess strong convictions.  I do not know, but I am determined to find out...and drag them out into debate, kicking and screaming if necessary;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114499076939690765?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114499076939690765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114499076939690765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114499076939690765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114499076939690765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/04/open-honest-communicationnot.html' title='Open &amp; Honest Communication...Not!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114453948019885566</id><published>2006-04-08T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:28:50.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eða Jafnvel Betra...Reykjavík</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"target="_blank"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114453948019885566?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114453948019885566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114453948019885566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114453948019885566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114453948019885566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/04/ea-jafnvel-betrareykjavk.html' title='Eða Jafnvel Betra...Reykjavík'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114446871497632796</id><published>2006-04-07T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:00:09.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Er Þessi Ég?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114446871497632796?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114446871497632796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114446871497632796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114446871497632796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114446871497632796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/04/er-essi-g_07.html' title='Er Þessi Ég?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114353281597646803</id><published>2006-03-27T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:09:09.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Small World, After All</title><content type='html'>After getting to talk more and know Gary and George from the hospital in Englewood, NJ; as well as Dan (my Lab partner) from Landers, Inc. (NJ, also) and Ryan from Virgin Records in L.A., I have been reminded that no matter from where we hail, or whom we serve, all IT guys share concerns and challeges that are more similar, perhaps, than we would like to admit.  It is this honest networking amongst such a diverse group of passionate professionals that is perhaps the most valuable part of events such as this Microsoft Vista TAP-RD.  I know that my experiences of the first day and a half have more than made this trip worthwhile...and there is another day and a half yet to come!...vertu svalur, ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114353281597646803?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114353281597646803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114353281597646803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114353281597646803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114353281597646803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s A Small World, After All'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114353247633821292</id><published>2006-03-27T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:15:55.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Bowl</title><content type='html'>Microsoft hosted an all-you can eat, drink and play event at Acme Bowl at Southcenter this evening.  What a great idea and an even better time!  We got to play together, enjoy some good, old-fashioned conraderie and network on a level that wouuld never have ben possible otherwise.  I even met a Microsoft rep and some partners from Pittsburgh and Philly who were able to steer me towards the best local eateries in the neighboroods of both towns...too cool!  Great idea and kudos to you, Astrid...you are the BOMB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114353247633821292?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114353247633821292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114353247633821292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114353247633821292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114353247633821292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/geek-bowl.html' title='Geek Bowl'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114347201639607047</id><published>2006-03-27T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:06:56.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vista TAP Airlift at Microsoft</title><content type='html'>Here I am, with half a state seperating me from the one who holds my heart in her hands, in Redmond attending the kick-off event for the rapid deployment team for the new Windows operating system, Vista.  The social last night was fun, though fairly low-key since it was attended by a bunch  guys and gals;-)  I did meet Gary and George, IT guys from the hospital in Englewood, NJ; and we spent most of the evening talking shop and drinking beer.  Not too bad a way to start the event, but I suppose that we might actually have to produce some real work today.  At least the weather is gloomy and cool, which really compliments my melancholy mood over missing being with her...Oh well, c'est amor;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114347201639607047?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114347201639607047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114347201639607047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114347201639607047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114347201639607047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/vista-tap-airlift-at-microsoft.html' title='Vista TAP Airlift at Microsoft'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114347159196972533</id><published>2006-03-27T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:11:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IV Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I dropped by The Pub and caught Bill Burke pounding away on the drums playing with his band &lt;a href="http://www.ivrocks.com/"target="_blank"&gt;IV&lt;/a&gt;.  The three of them are actually pretty good and can really rock out.  The crowd was lively and an interesting mix of young and old alike.  I ended up staying for the whole night and enjoyed the music and the people.  I might even start hanging out here a little more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114347159196972533?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114347159196972533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114347159196972533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114347159196972533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114347159196972533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/iv-rocks.html' title='IV Rocks!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114327688368911796</id><published>2006-03-25T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:54:43.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvannia Here I Come</title><content type='html'>It's official, I shall be travelling across the country to attend three days of training on meeting organization.  Not that the training itself is all that astounding, but my having the opportunity to visit the East Coast is one that I am looking forward to.  I plan on staying over the weekend and touring Philadelphia, the birthplace of our country's freedom, Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, Betsy Ross' House, etc.  The chance to see my good friend Forrest after all of these years is also too good to  pass up and I have already called him to plan the weekend.  April will be a busy month, but this trip will also be some fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114327688368911796?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114327688368911796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114327688368911796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114327688368911796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114327688368911796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/pennsylvannia-here-i-come.html' title='Pennsylvannia Here I Come'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114235311476143190</id><published>2006-03-14T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:13:14.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upward and Skyward</title><content type='html'>I am in Portland for the 2nd annual Washington State WESPaC User Group (WASWUG...gotta love THAT acronym, eh;-)  I mainly go for the networking opportunities, but I must say that I have come to enjoy the positive energy of these conferences.  I also attended the first one last year, when there was a lot of residual negativity about our student information system still floating around, and the unabashed enthusiasm and energy of the attendees was a much-needed shot in the arm for all of us that support this system.  And, as was proved out, the optimisitic ones had the correct perspective, as we have completed the deployment of the student product with overwhelming success and yesterday began the protoype deployment of the fiscal product.  The sessions this year have been well attended and the atmosphere familial and almost festive.  You would have to look far and wide to find a better group of folks to spend time with, and I am having a blast!...vertu svalur, y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114235311476143190?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114235311476143190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114235311476143190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114235311476143190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114235311476143190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/upward-and-skyward.html' title='Upward and Skyward'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114171095322301102</id><published>2006-03-06T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:11:27.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps There Is Some Hope For Me After All</title><content type='html'>The Art Director at the college paid us a huge compliment when she said that she had never seen the regional art show presented as well as it was this year. Since Suzie and I played the major part in the display and layout, I took that as a distinct compliment to our collaborative artistic efffort. What with me being a left-brain IT guy, my more creative right-brain self took that as incredible and welcome praise. Who knows, perhaps there is a new career in the making here...or perhaps it was just the product of my recent emotional pain and anguish that sparked a creative fire in me...who knows;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114171095322301102?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114171095322301102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114171095322301102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114171095322301102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114171095322301102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/perhaps-there-is-some-hope-for-me.html' title='Perhaps There Is Some Hope For Me After All'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114163048602360994</id><published>2006-03-05T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:09:49.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worthy Effort...and Fun at That</title><content type='html'>I volunteered to help Trish (my ex-assistant) with the setup for our annual regional art show at Columbia Basin College, where we showcase, judge and send on to the state competition, the best of our region's high school students' art. It was two days of hard work, but one that was just what the doctor ordered for me...a cause in which to expend all of my nervous energy, an opportunity to make new friends and a worthy effort on top of all of that. The quality of the product of our students' creativity never ceases to amaze me and, in sheer quantity, our show is always the largest in the state, therefore we have the privelege of sending more entrants on to the state competition. This year we are showing over 530 pieces of art, and that means that we had to check in, provide space for, hang and display all of that in two days! We did have a good team, most of the teachers pitched in, and we were fortunate to receive the assistance of an art student from the college. I had the pleasure of spending most of those two days working with Suzie, who was bright, creative and an effective compliment to my more analytical side. We made a good team, worked hard, had fun and collaborated on some very creative displays; accounting for well over 25% of the total pieces displayed. We worked well together and had fun getting it all done, even if it was a long couple of days. For me, it was the first time in over a week that I have been able to put other matters out of my mind and devote my energy into something truly productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114163048602360994?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114163048602360994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114163048602360994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114163048602360994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114163048602360994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/worthy-effortand-fun-at-that.html' title='A Worthy Effort...and Fun at That'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114145874573637428</id><published>2006-03-03T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:52:57.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Just Don't Get It...</title><content type='html'>and probably never will.  After many discussions with the boss about our leadership's level of "emotional intelligence" or empathy for their employees, I am afraid that I may be fighting a losing battle.  The question goes back to all of the current philosophy on leadership and corporate culture...if leaders do not possess the quality of empathy then they can never "develop" it, as it is an inborn trait, not a learned skill, and before a good organization can achieve greatness, the leaders must possess a great degree of empathy for those that they lead.  So it would appear that if my perceptions are accurate, we are destined to remain mired in mediocrity, lead by a group that does not possess the skills necessary to pull us up out of the muck of average-ness, nor are they able to be sufficiently introspective to see their failing, or honest enough to admit it.  I have to confess though, that it may be unrealistic to expect them, or any human being with any sense of ego or pride, to be able to admit to such a foundational shortcoming in their leadership abilities.  It does make one wonder though, if that was the case, why they would continue to promote our exploration of these philosophies which, if we whole-heartedly embrace and understand them, will lead us to recognize these shortcomings in the very leaders that are encouraging us to delve into them.  Perhaps they are so lacking in empathy that they don't know that they don't have it, because they truly have no concept of what it feels like to have it!  If so, then I am most likely fighting a battle that I can never win and the one question that I have to ask myself is whether or not I will ever achieve anything other than keeping things constantly stirred up in a vain attempt to fix something when I have no chance of first convincing them that anything is broken?  So maybe, in the final analysis, I am the one that doesn't get it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers - Hot Fuss (03:54)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114145874573637428?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114145874573637428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114145874573637428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114145874573637428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114145874573637428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/they-just-dont-get-it.html' title='They Just Don&apos;t Get It...'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114120080971931498</id><published>2006-03-01T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:13:29.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truer Words Were Never Spoken</title><content type='html'>"Everyone in love is something of an idiot"...O, J&amp;aacute;!&lt;br /&gt;(Alan Shore from Boston Legal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: What Do I Get? - Buzzcocks - Singles Going Steady (02:54)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114120080971931498?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114120080971931498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114120080971931498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114120080971931498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114120080971931498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/03/truer-words-were-never-spoken.html' title='Truer Words Were Never Spoken'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114102427064834013</id><published>2006-02-27T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:04:34.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Rains, But That It Pours</title><content type='html'>Great, now in the most appropriate commentary of all on my present mood...it rains!  It appears as if God does indeed have a sense of humor after all;-)  Maybe one day, I will get mine back...n&amp;oacute;tt, n&amp;oacute;tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Ruby Soho - Rancid - And Out Come the Wolves (02:38)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114102427064834013?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114102427064834013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114102427064834013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114102427064834013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114102427064834013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-never-rains-but-that-it-pours.html' title='It Never Rains, But That It Pours'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114094360396190577</id><published>2006-02-26T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:04:58.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is A Many Splendored Thing</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is a red-hot dagger driven right through the center of your heart, in other words...it just plain hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway (03:19)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114094360396190577?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114094360396190577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114094360396190577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114094360396190577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114094360396190577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is-many-splendored-thing.html' title='Love Is A Many Splendored Thing'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114076797032141418</id><published>2006-02-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:14:44.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Fullan</title><content type='html'>I had yet another occassion to partake of this visionary's always-inspirational insight on educational reform, change, and leadership.  We have hosted three of his conferences and I make it a point to work every one of them.  First and foremost, out of respect to the man, I would not risk to chance the quality of the technical support.  Not that I am perfect, but I am, quite frankly, as good as they come in my realm of expertise and a speaker of his stature deserves no less than to be supported by a technologist of the same caliber.  Secondly, and the most personally gratifying, is that I always come away from listening to him speak, with at least one epiphany.  This one was no exception and revolved around the concept that great leaders possess a high degree of "emotional intelligence" or empathy for people.  No sooner did he get the words out then I realized that this was the missing attribute of our leadership that has caused me so much angst and frustration, their general lack of empathy for those that they lead.  More later on the far-reaching implications of this realization...vertu svalur, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Leave Me Alone (Album Version) - The Veronicas - The Secret Life Of... (03:29)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114076797032141418?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114076797032141418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114076797032141418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114076797032141418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114076797032141418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/michael-fullan.html' title='Michael Fullan'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114059472476198807</id><published>2006-02-21T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:52:08.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty, But Mentally Challenging</title><content type='html'>A more accurate description for her I could not have come up with if I had tried, O j&amp;aacute;!...vertu svalur og gla&amp;eth;ur allan t&amp;iacute;mann l&amp;iacute;ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson - In Between Dreams (03:04)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114059472476198807?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114059472476198807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114059472476198807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114059472476198807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114059472476198807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/pretty-but-mentally-challenging.html' title='Pretty, But Mentally Challenging'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114032413941070271</id><published>2006-02-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:20:07.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er Þessi Ég?</title><content type='html'>Hmm...I don't know, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give completely and unconditionally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"target="_blank"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114032413941070271?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114032413941070271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114032413941070271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114032413941070271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114032413941070271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/er-essi-g.html' title='Er Þessi Ég?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-114016188184866711</id><published>2006-02-16T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:38:01.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Return to Winter</title><content type='html'>My midnight run tonight reminded me that Old Man Winter has not yet relinquished his icy grip on the season.  The temperature is in the mid-twenties, heading for the single digits (farenheit, that is), with a stiff north wind blowing.  Personally, I am glad to see that there is a wee bit of the frost left to be enjoyed before Spring begins it's awakening...vertu svalur (literally, even;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway (03:19)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-114016188184866711?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/114016188184866711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=114016188184866711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114016188184866711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/114016188184866711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/brief-return-to-winter.html' title='A Brief Return to Winter'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113964108791573111</id><published>2006-02-10T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:58:07.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCCE 2006</title><content type='html'>Well, the conference has ended, everyone has packed up and I am home again.  I would have to say that this year's conference was one of the more enjoyable ones for me.  The discussions were engaging and visionary, my nomination of Alan Walker for the Technology Leader of the Year was successful, I made some new contacts in the industry and participated more with the leadership of the tech community.  Glenn's management of the technology of the conference was  successful, at least partially because he has a good team with which to work.  On the downside, I have to admit that bidding David Walddon a heartfelt farewell from OSPI as he heads off to Microsoft was one of the most bittersweet moments that I have experienced in quite a while.  I shall miss his leadership, humor and friendship while wishing him and his family all of the best that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being apart from the one that I wish most to be with always drives my desire to return home almost as soon as I depart.  I know that the term "sweet misery" may seem contradictory, but not to anyone who has experienced the intense longing for another that I feel for her...and I hope that the misery never ends;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: You Were Meant For Me (LP Version) - Jewel - Pieces Of You (04:14)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113964108791573111?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113964108791573111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113964108791573111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113964108791573111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113964108791573111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/ncce-2006.html' title='NCCE 2006'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113964004971026966</id><published>2006-02-09T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:28:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive Karaoke</title><content type='html'>One of the Microsoft gals expressed a desire for some "dive karaoke" and so last night the Microsoft, Dell, and HP gang and myself and some tech ladies from Puyallup went out to the Alibi Bar. It was easy to find, even for someone unfamiliar with the dark streets of the Swan Lake district of Portland, all we had to do was look for the garish neon sign and throwback 60's Tiki bar decor. Once inside, the retro look continued, but the staff was accomodating, the crowd lively, and the singing about as bad as one would expect...especially ours;-) We did have a heck of a good time, the locals contributed greatly to the atmosphere, and our gang did themselves proud. For myself, I drank about 8 margaritas, sang very little, but danced back-up to the gals whenever the opportunity presented itself. We finally gave it up about midnight so that we could grab a little sleep before the morning conference sessions began and I found myself giving the Puyallup trio a ride back to their hotel. I would say that the company was enjoyable, a GREAT time was had by all and we definitely drowned some demons that night...Jáhúú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Thank You - Dido - No Angel (03:38)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113964004971026966?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113964004971026966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113964004971026966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113964004971026966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113964004971026966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/dive-karaoke.html' title='Dive Karaoke'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113929959504913612</id><published>2006-02-07T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:08:48.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...With Liberal Applications of Chocolate...Auðvitað!</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I am proud of my baby girl.  She took her first broken heart in stride and seems to bouncing back quite well, after a little bout of feeling sorry for herself.  She went to school the next day, head held up and proud, and has never looked back.  Of course, she does admit that chocolate, Cheetos and Cherry Coke were her constant companions for a couple of days;-)  But, between that and good friends, she seems not too much worse for the wear.  I did pass along all of y'alls best wishes and good advice and she has asked me to give y'all a huge, virtual group hug and tell you how much she appreciated the support.  I personally liked the Ben and Jerry's therapy idea myself...New York Super Fudge Crunch, of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Everything to Me - Liz Phair - Everything To Me/Clean (03:18)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113929959504913612?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113929959504913612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113929959504913612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113929959504913612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113929959504913612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/with-liberal-applications-of.html' title='...With Liberal Applications of Chocolate...Au&amp;eth;vita&amp;eth;!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113928786823608961</id><published>2006-02-06T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:05:15.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Ads...and the Winners Are:</title><content type='html'>"Best Soundtrack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" width="328" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" flashvars="flvBaseClip=2691865&amp;playlisttype=collection&amp;amp;playlistid=1542"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most Awwww-ful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" width="328" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" flashvars="flvBaseClip=2691844&amp;playlisttype=collection&amp;amp;playlistid=1542"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I mean didn't y'all just say "Awwww" when you first watched it...I know I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Friend's Favorite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" width="328" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" flashvars="flvBaseClip=2695160&amp;playlisttype=collection&amp;amp;playlistid=1542"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Overall Best Commercial for 2006":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" width="328" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" flashvars="flvBaseClip=2694402&amp;playlisttype=collection&amp;amp;playlistid=1542"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus!!! From Super Bowl XXXVII and Still One of My Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" width="328" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" flashvars="flvBaseClip=2459171&amp;playlisttype=collection&amp;amp;playlistid=1542"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113928786823608961?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113928786823608961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113928786823608961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113928786823608961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113928786823608961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/02/superbowl-adsand-winners-are.html' title='Superbowl Ads...and the Winners Are:'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113869570144282699</id><published>2006-01-31T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:21:41.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Mend A Broken Heart?</title><content type='html'>It finally happened...my "little girl" has suffered her first real break-up.  It actually happened while I was talking to her on the telephone and Cecil (aka the jerk that broke my baby's heart) actually broke up with her by texting Victoria on her cell phone!  I mean, c'mon guy, at least have the nerve to tell her to her face, or at least let her hear it with your own voice!  A sign of the times perhaps, but still a bit cold and unfeeling I think.  So, here is the girl who it only seems like yesterday that I was brushing her hair before school and trying to get her to decide whether it was to be a pony tail, pig tails, or braids (which I never did fully master) today, often all three, one after the other, as she changed her mind, with Daddy dutifully obliging; now 18 years old and crying because some guy dumps her because he "doesn't feel the same about her any more."  About the only advice that I could give her was to go ahead and get her crying done, have a good old-fashioned pity party, complete with chocolate and ice cream, get what sleep she could, get up tomorrow and go to school, walking tall and proud and letting everyone see who the REAL loser was!  I mean, after all, she IS the most beautiful, intelligent and charming girl that God has put on this earth, so who is she to back down from anyone who treats her as anything less.  Anyway, she seemed to feel a bit better after we commiserated and schemed a bit, even had a laugh or to before we had to end the call.  Of course, I am certain that she will bounce back quickly and be on to future loves and heartbreaks...WAIT, what the hell am I saying, this is still Daddy's little angel;-)  Ahh, to return to the simpler times of our lives, and wonderful ones at that.  But then, that might make life too easy and what would be the challenge in that, eh?...vertu svalur og gla&amp;eth;ur allan t&amp;iacute;mann l&amp;iacute;ka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113869570144282699?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113869570144282699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113869570144282699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113869570144282699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113869570144282699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-do-you-mend-broken-heart.html' title='How Do You Mend A Broken Heart?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113869422716670203</id><published>2006-01-30T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:38:42.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Light of the Silvery Moon...or is it?</title><content type='html'>I hope that y'all had the chance to view the slim crescent moon as it set in the clear early-evening sky tonight, though you had to look quick, as it set about an hour after sunset. If not, then you might have another chance tomorrow, assuming that the skies stay clear. If they do, then look to the southwest about 6:00 pm tomorrow and you might be treated to a glimpse of one of my favorite sky-watching phenomena. The moon should still appear to the casual observer to be a slim, silvery crescent in the darkening sky. However, if you look closely at the so-called "dark" portion of the moon, you will see that it is actually very dimly lit. This soft, almost eerie, glow is very aptly named "earthshine" and results from sunlight reflecting off of the earth, back to the moon, and then back yet again to our planet, and your eyes. While most of the time I successfully ignore the science of the heavens and just enjoy the splendor that nature puts before me for its own intrinsic beauty, in this case I find that the science actually lends a bit of mystique and intrigue to the event and is therefore allowed to intrude upon the moment. In fact, next to a brilliant full moon on a sultry summer's night, I find the silvery crescent moon and its ghostly aura to be one of the more beautiful and romantic sights in the evening sky; see it with someone you love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113869422716670203?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113869422716670203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113869422716670203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113869422716670203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113869422716670203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-light-of-silvery-moonor-is-it.html' title='By The Light of the Silvery Moon...or is it?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113786472100331533</id><published>2006-01-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:30:09.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing The Night Away</title><content type='html'>Last night we had our company "Employee Dinner" or "Holiday Celebration" or what EVER we are calling it this year.  Though I rale against all of the political correctness that seems to be pervading our agency of late and resulting in stupidity such as that prevents us from having a CHRISTMAS PARTY, it WAS fun.  We had a DJ this year, but our group seem to be quite a bit more laid back and prefers to watch folks singing karaoke instead of dancing.  Of course, I could not let this travesty of partydom continue for long and ended up having to dance while others were singing to get the real party started.  We ended up dancing the last half of the evening, at least the young and the females amongst us...oh, that includes me too;-)  It was a blast, though the crowd thinned out pretty quick, but I noticed that attendance was way down and hope that getting the word out that the entertainment is a bit more lively now will help get more folks to show up next year.  Who knows, with a larger crowd, perhaps certain others will get up and dance, I mean is it too much to ask to have just one dance together?...okay, maybe two;-) Now I have to work on reversing the PC trend and get our CHRISTMAS PARTY back!  Oh well, I do so love a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams (04:22)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113786472100331533?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113786472100331533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113786472100331533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113786472100331533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113786472100331533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/01/dancing-night-away.html' title='Dancing The Night Away'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113748121672684378</id><published>2006-01-16T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:00:16.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/1024/DSC01172.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/DSC01172.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113748121672684378?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113748121672684378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113748121672684378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113748121672684378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113748121672684378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-goes-up-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113670196590775126</id><published>2006-01-07T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:32:45.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowshoeing...Way Cool!!!</title><content type='html'>We went up to Snoqualamie Pass today for a REI snowshoeing clinic.  They had representatives there from all of the major snowshoe companies set up in tents.  Once you signed in you could make the rounds of the tents and try out any or all of the different models available on the mountain.  The Mountaineers Lodge is an old ski lodge and had some nice slopes and great trails through the pine trees.  I tried out all of the available snowshoes and spent the day having a blast running up and down the mountain, weaving through the trees, and learning the pitfalls of jumping creeks with snowshoes on (something that DEFINITELY requires some practice;-), and climbing out of creeks after you miss the jump.  It was great fun and something that I have been wanting to do for some time.  After all, it extends the hiking season into the winter months and with all of the trips that I make through the mountains, I will be carrying a set of snowshoes with me from now on, O j&amp;aacute;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Precious (U.S. Radio Version) - Depeche Mode - Precious (04:08)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113670196590775126?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113670196590775126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113670196590775126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113670196590775126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113670196590775126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/01/snowshoeingway-cool.html' title='Snowshoeing...Way Cool!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113610741552604140</id><published>2006-01-01T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T04:53:52.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleðilegt Nýár</title><content type='html'>I can only hope that the new year is kinder and more gentle than the old,&lt;br /&gt;That all men, everywhere, look to each other as brothers,&lt;br /&gt;And to all women as their equals.&lt;br /&gt;That hunger, poverty and war are as foreign to us as is the Dodo,&lt;br /&gt;And that tsunamis, genocide and sexual predators are just a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the new year finds my distant friends a bit closer to me in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;That all who know me always think fondly of me,&lt;br /&gt;And that no one, anywhere, considers life to be so hopeless as to end it prematurely.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone, everywhere, always find the time to stop and smell the roses,&lt;br /&gt;That they take the time to tell their loved ones "I love you",&lt;br /&gt;And to hug their children and tell them that they are the reason that God smiles!&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that y'all have the opportunity to love life as much as it deserves to be,&lt;br /&gt;That life is as kind to you as you deserve it to be,&lt;br /&gt;And that you pass the love along to all those who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and all my best wishes and love go out to y'all,&lt;br /&gt;For life would not be worth the living if it were it not for the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Where Does the Good Go - Tegan and Sara - So Jealous (03:37)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113610741552604140?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113610741552604140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113610741552604140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113610741552604140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113610741552604140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2006/01/gler.html' title='Gle&amp;eth;ilegt N&amp;yacute;&amp;aacute;r'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113549503907682419</id><published>2005-12-24T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:18:20.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Not A Creature Was Stirring</title><content type='html'>May this night find all men brothers,&lt;br /&gt;And on equal with their sisters.&lt;br /&gt;May the lion lie down with the lamb,&lt;br /&gt;And wake to challenge the day as one.&lt;br /&gt;May love hold sway in the world,&lt;br /&gt;And death be on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;May we greet the dawn together,&lt;br /&gt;And rejoice being all children of God.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Peace to All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113549503907682419?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113549503907682419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113549503907682419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113549503907682419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113549503907682419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-creature-was-stirring.html' title='...Not A Creature Was Stirring'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113536606393274975</id><published>2005-12-23T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:17:59.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas The Night Before...</title><content type='html'>Christmas is the time that we traditionally celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, but it seems that this holiday is now serving a more secular, but equally important, need in our hectic, chaotic lives. At least for my family, the one aspect of this time of year that we treasure above all else is the closeness of family and being together for just a few precious moments during the year where we focus on nothing else but each other. Yes, I well know the traditional comment about Christmas being "all about the family", but for the majority I believe that this has taken a back seat to the more ritualistic and materialistic aspects of the holiday, at least in recent years. Perhaps it took my failed marriage and new life that physically seperates me from most of my family and, most importantly, my children, to make me realize just how much I took for granted having my family close about me. I could very easily write this whole "phenomenon" off to nostalgia and a resultant melancholic attitude if I did not see and hear of increasing numbers of people expressing the same sentiments. Could it be that we have finally so dis-comboobalated our everyday lives and allowed the more mundane facets of it to so occupy all of our available time that we are now stuck in a self-contrived existance that only allows us the time to pay attention to family and close friends once a year? I will concede that this is taking an extremely pessimistic view on our current reality, but perhaps it is closer than any of us realize, or perhaps it is our being aware of just how close we are to that reality that drives the recent appreciation for the really important things in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I really know is that I happily find myself this holiday with my children close about me and those whom I love, but cannot be with, held even closer in my heart. To those dear and distant, my thoughts and love are with you always, no matter the distance that seperates us or the length of time that we must endure being apart, for it is the love that we share that will endure beyond all else...and you know, it REALLY is a wonderful life, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas and may God bless us, every one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113536606393274975?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113536606393274975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113536606393274975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113536606393274975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113536606393274975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/12/twas-night-before.html' title='Twas The Night Before...'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113506753600694018</id><published>2005-12-20T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:32:16.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>It is just a little less than three days before Victoria and John are here for Christmas.  Perhaps it is because this is Victoria's last Christmas before she becomes an adult and has her own life to live, or maybe it is just that the more that time passes, the more I realize just how precious each passing day is.  Regardless, I find myself eagerly anticipating their arrival and am certain that we shall enjoy a most joyous Christmas this year.  Gle&amp;eth;ileg J&amp;oacute;l, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: My Immortal - Evanescence - Fallen (04:24)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113506753600694018?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113506753600694018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113506753600694018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113506753600694018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113506753600694018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/12/three-days-and-counting.html' title='Three Days and Counting'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113505889121210617</id><published>2005-12-19T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:44:02.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur-Free For Life...Now!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG...watch this ONLY if you have a strong stomach!  I have seen hundreds of dead and dying people in my life, and have been literally covered in blood and gore, but this is one of the most shocking things that I have ever seen.  My heartfelt thanks to Tegan and Sara (via PETA) for making me aware of these horrific practices.  I have never been much of a supporter of the anti-fur movement, until now.  May God have mercy on these scumbags' souls...because I have none for them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.peta2.com/takecharge/swf/fur_farm.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" height="180" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get free stickers at &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.peta2.com?c=v24"&gt;peta2.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113505889121210617?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113505889121210617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113505889121210617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113505889121210617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113505889121210617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/12/fur-free-for-lifenow.html' title='Fur-Free For Life...Now!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113351151876574207</id><published>2005-12-01T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:27:08.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snjór!!!</title><content type='html'>I can not imagine time more enjoyably spent than that on a night time walk through a countryside blanketed with the first snow of the season.  The lights of the city reflecting off of the white mantle of snow suffuse the hills with a soft, chill glow that lights my way as I wander the peaceful solitude of the night.  The world at once seems to take pause, slowing in its hectic pace just a bit, preparing perhaps for its approaching long, cold slumber that will only end with the distant, warmth breath of spring.  Indeed, Father Frost is upon the threshold and the fire in the hearth is smoldering low...Yule draws nigh...winter is come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113351151876574207?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113351151876574207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113351151876574207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113351151876574207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113351151876574207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/12/snjr.html' title='Snjór!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113333718365342540</id><published>2005-11-29T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:34:39.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Culinary Gem in Seattle</title><content type='html'>The Belltown District is fast becoming my favorite area of Seattle.  I have discovered a pleasurable past time in wandering the sidewalks of this district in search of a restaurant that appeals to me.  My tastes in food are varied and and my nature had proven to be both spontaneous and unpredictable when exposed to the many inviting and eclectic dining opportunities that Belltown has to offer.  Tonight I was drawn to Shallot's Asian Bistro, a cozy and inviting corner dining establishment, but admittedly first walked by, only to be enticed back by the delightful aromas emanating from the kitchen as I strolled past.  The interior decor was intimate and pleasant with some nondescript and barley audible background music, all-in-all a nice ambiance.  The staff's friendliness, excellent service and the delightfully flavorful food was a delightful compliment to the warm atmosphere.  I was served by Dustin, a pleasant young man orignally from Sunnyside, on our side of the mountains.  He offered some excellent suggestions for an appetizer and entree and readily complied with my off-menu drink selection.  I enjoyed an appetizer of light and delicious Vietnamese shrimp and vegetable rolls, followed by a main course of Mongolian Beef with Ginger.  This being my mainstay entree in oriental cuisine, I must say that I was pleasantly surprised to find that the addition of ginger to the recipe may have resulted in the best plate of Mongolian Beef that I have ever been served!  All of this being accompanied by my now-trademark Margarita, also excellently prepared, I have to say that I am fast becoming a Belltown culinary fanatic.  I had been considering changing to a more conveniently located hotel for future meetings at PSESD in Renton, but I now realize that I do so enjoy the opportunity to explore downtown Seattle that I am not yet ready to move, so here I shall stay.  Indeed, I look foward with eager anticipation at uncovering many more as-yet-undiscovered culinary gems in the Seattle downtown.  Too much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113333718365342540?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113333718365342540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113333718365342540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113333718365342540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113333718365342540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-culinary-gem-in-seattle.html' title='Another Culinary Gem in Seattle'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113338384606877476</id><published>2005-11-29T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:16:42.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashing Through The Snow...Laughing All The Way!</title><content type='html'>Driving head-long over Snoqualmie pass through a blinding snowstorm in a 4WD with an open sunroof and a CD banging out Bon Jovi at 125 decibels on a dark &amp; stormy night, all the while playing tag with 239 semi’s, 112 SUV’s, 5 snow plows and one very confused and misguided elk…PRICELESS!  Jáhúú!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113338384606877476?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113338384606877476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113338384606877476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113338384606877476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113338384606877476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/dashing-through-snowlaughing-all-way.html' title='Dashing Through The Snow...Laughing All The Way!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113294199841712354</id><published>2005-11-25T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:07:52.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...But The Most Wonderful Thing About Tiggers Is I'm The Only One!</title><content type='html'>It was suggested the other day that perhaps I might be compared to "Tigger" due to my exuberance and high energy level. It is true that I have an almost inexhaustible amount of energy and am thoroughly enjoying my life, and this, combined with my already persistent nature, almost certainly is what led to the posing of this assumedly-rhetorical question. The real revealing question would be what the underlying cause might be, but then no one is asking that. Well, according to Dr. Jennifer James, the cultural anthropologist, there are only two things that create such high levels of energy in human beings; fervently fighting for a just cause, or being in love. Hmm, she might actually be on to something there;-) Need I say any more about which one applies in this case? And how ironic was the source of that comment? Woo Hoo Hoo Hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: You Were Meant For Me (LP Version) - Jewel - Pieces Of You (04:14)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113294199841712354?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113294199841712354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113294199841712354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113294199841712354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113294199841712354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-most-wonderful-thing-about-tiggers_25.html' title='...But The Most Wonderful Thing About Tiggers Is I&apos;m The Only One!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113282588479790757</id><published>2005-11-24T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:58:40.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fall Midnight's Run</title><content type='html'>Once again I ran through the cold, foggy night to take the final edge off so that sleep might finally find me.  Life is just so perfect and the days so full of late that I find it difficult to allow them to end by simply going to sleep.  I do not know how long this will last, but I do know that I shall cherish it while it does, and then hold the memories of these times close in my heart when they have past...if they ever do...I suppose that maybe, just maybe, life could just get better and better from here on out...dare I dream?  I do, indeed I do..vertu svalur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113282588479790757?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113282588479790757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113282588479790757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113282588479790757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113282588479790757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/fall-midnights-run.html' title='A Fall Midnight&apos;s Run'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113227975712011664</id><published>2005-11-17T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:32:48.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruits of Conceit</title><content type='html'>"Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make proud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Time Running - Tegan and Sara - If It Was You (02:09)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113227975712011664?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113227975712011664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113227975712011664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113227975712011664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113227975712011664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/fruits-of-conceit.html' title='The Fruits of Conceit'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113204038050850108</id><published>2005-11-14T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:51:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold, The Dark, And The Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I just returned from a run through the hills and orchards here on the south side of town, following a frosty path brilliantly lit by the light of the full moon.  Once clear of the haze of the city lights, the full splendor of the winter heavens suffused the cold, clear night sky that surrounded me.  In the last hours preceding midnight, the full moon shone directly overhead, closely accompanied by the glowing red planet Mars.  Just above the eastern horizon, the mighty hunter Orion had begun his long stalk across the winter firmament in pursuit of his eternally raging nemesis, Taurus the bull.  Close at his heel were his faithful hunting dogs, Canis Major and Canis Minor, their presence marked by the blazing splendor of Sirius, brightest of all the stars in the night sky.  Just as I crested the hills and began my descent back to civilization my gaze was drawn to the west, where I was treated to a glimpse of the brilliantly luminescent Venus, the goddess of love, before she slipped behind a thin veil of clouds at the skys edge and was lost to the night.  Now, as I reluctantly neared the end of my journey, still awe-struck by the stellar magnificence being paraded before me, not wanting the moment to pass, I found comfort in knowing that this was merely the beginning of a series of long, clear, cold, and dark nights that would provide many more such opportunities to revel in the heavenly beauty of the night sky.  I invite you to venture out as you are able and join me in seeing first-hand the spectacular display with which nature rewards those who brave the cold and dark of the winter nights...vertu svalur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113204038050850108?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113204038050850108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113204038050850108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113204038050850108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113204038050850108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/cold-dark-and-beautiful.html' title='The Cold, The Dark, And The Beautiful'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113195839840682576</id><published>2005-11-14T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T06:42:52.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denny Crane, Revisited</title><content type='html'>To quote the inimitable Denny, "You know...it's fun being me!"  O j&amp;aacute;, how I can identify with that!  I can only wonder what it would be like to not so thoroughly enjoy being one self, and only hope that I never have to find out.  So, until then, c'est moi, c'est moi...J&amp;aacute;h&amp;uacute;&amp;uacute;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Wake Up - Hilary Duff - Most Wanted (03:40)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113195839840682576?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113195839840682576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113195839840682576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113195839840682576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113195839840682576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/denny-crane-revisited.html' title='Denny Crane, Revisited'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113182031956556623</id><published>2005-11-12T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:44:26.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There and Back Again...and Again...And Yet Again</title><content type='html'>Talk about feeling disconnected!  I have spent most of the last three weeks driving back and forth across the state attending meetings.  It is not that the work has not been important, at least one of the committees that I am sitting on is one that I caused to come into being, but OMG am I tired of being on the road!  It all started with the trip over that I preceded with the Williwakas Glacier climb (see my previous post) and I have not slowed down since.  I am sure glad that I made that climb, as it was indeed the last of the season's good-weather days.  The snows so absent last year have hit the Cascade Mountains early and in abundance.  Most of the ski areas are open by now, so maybe when things slow down a bit I will grab a board and hit the slopes...after all of this, I deserve some fun;-)...cy'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: With or Without You - U2 - The Joshua Tree (04:57)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113182031956556623?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113182031956556623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113182031956556623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113182031956556623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113182031956556623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-and-back-againand-againand-yet.html' title='There and Back Again...and Again...And Yet Again'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113038527428268983</id><published>2005-10-26T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:58:25.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon To Be Extinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1383/1024/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1383/320/Picture%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of the glacial ice bridges on the Williwakas Glacier :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113038527428268983?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113038527428268983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113038527428268983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113038527428268983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113038527428268983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/soon-to-be-extinct.html' title='Soon To Be Extinct'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-113038524237302388</id><published>2005-10-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T06:44:18.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Window To The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1383/1024/Picture%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1383/320/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Adams from inside the Williwakas Glacier...actually the ice water dripping down my back was exhilirating;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-113038524237302388?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/113038524237302388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=113038524237302388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113038524237302388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/113038524237302388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/window-to-world.html' title='A Window To The World'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112996137666830107</id><published>2005-10-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:14:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...en ég líka köttir</title><content type='html'>YELLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellows are the most fun-loving, free-spirited, energetic, and childlike personalities in the aura spectrum. Yellows are wonderful, sensitive, optimistic beings, whose life purpose is to bring joy to people, to have fun, and to help heal the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellows can either be very shy and sensitive, or they can be the life of the party. These playful characters have a great sense of humor. They love to laugh and to make others laugh. Yellows believe life is to be enjoyed. They like to live life freely and spontaneously. With a perpetual smile on their face, they remind people to not take themselves or their problems too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellows would prefer not to work at all, unless their work was fun, playful, or creative. They love nature, and often have concerns for the survival of wildlife and the environment. Dogs are very drawn to Yellows and often become their best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auracolors.com/test.htm"&gt;Hvað ert þú aðallega ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112996137666830107?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112996137666830107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112996137666830107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112996137666830107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112996137666830107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmen-g-lka-kttir.html' title='Hmm...en ég líka köttir'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112961998892928611</id><published>2005-10-18T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:56:24.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyotes By Moonlight</title><content type='html'>I went on what is quickly becoming a routine midnight run through the orchards and countryside outside of town. There was a thin veil of clouds partially obscuring an almost-full moon, cool, but without much wind. About halfway into the orchards, suddenly off to my right just beyond the edge of the trees, a coyote broke into a loud mournful howl, almost right on top of me! Then off to my left another replied and I realized that I was in the middle of a pack hunting out of the hills and enjoying the increased mobility afforded them by the canals being drained. I could feel the instincive urge to challenge them begin to fire in my blood, but I managed to control that and ran on through the night. They went on about their way and continued the hunt as I continued on my run, but the whole encounter did leave me with a little feeeling of exhiliration at the brush with my more primal side...interesting indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: All About Us/Single Version - t.A.T.u. - All About Us (03:05)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112961998892928611?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112961998892928611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112961998892928611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112961998892928611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112961998892928611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/coyotes-by-moonlight.html' title='Coyotes By Moonlight'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112943653188664208</id><published>2005-10-15T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:09:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, Nú Hver Er Þessi?</title><content type='html'>"...she runs on 100-proof attitude power"...O, Já!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Just The Girl (Album Version) - The Click Five - Just The Girl (03:52)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112943653188664208?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112943653188664208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112943653188664208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112943653188664208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112943653188664208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-nessi.html' title='Hmm, N&amp;uacute; Hver Er &amp;THORN;essi?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112936396707393807</id><published>2005-10-15T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:09:53.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ljós af Líferni Min</title><content type='html'>Life is measured not by the moments that you breathe, but rather by the moments that take your breath away...and she always leaves me breathless...so my life is measured by how much time I spend with her...*le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Just The Girl (Album Version) - The Click Five - Just The Girl (03:52)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112936396707393807?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112936396707393807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112936396707393807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112936396707393807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112936396707393807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/ljs-af-lferni-min.html' title='Ljós af Líferni Min'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112909822610018555</id><published>2005-10-11T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:13:11.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Williwakas Jökull...Eintómur</title><content type='html'>My Ranger friends Barrett and Michelle shared with me a picture and a challenge before they departed to Colorado for the winter season.  They had taken the most beautiful pictures of some fragile ice bridges from within the ice caves of the Williwakas Glacier and Barrett encouraged me to visit them quickly, as the weather is deteriorating and these fragile structures may be lost forever after this season.  I, of course, am planning on climbing up there as soon as I can.  I thought that we would be going this weekend, but that predictably fell apart and now it looks like I shall be going it alone in another week.  Of course, I shall not be there alone as the one I hold closest to my heart will be there with me, as she always is...with me there and with me in my dreams...so now to sleep, perchance to dream:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Boyfriend - Ashlee Simpson - Boyfriend (03:02)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112909822610018555?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112909822610018555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112909822610018555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112909822610018555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112909822610018555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/williwakas-jmur.html' title='Williwakas J&amp;ouml;kull...Eint&amp;oacute;mur'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112875011736498063</id><published>2005-10-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:42:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week To Remember</title><content type='html'>It was hectic, frantic at times, dismaying, but in the end, it was one hell of a great week! In the past 5 days my emotions swung completely from one end of the spectrum to the other, I gained a new friend, lost my treasured assistant Trish, and regained the interest of my love. I made impassioned pleas, ranted a bit, schemed, and dreamed with my love. Quite frankly, I am emotionally exhausted, but I have not felt so jazzed in a long, long time. Life can not get any better unless my wildest dreams should come true, but then let's kep a firm grasp on reality, shall we? Of course, ya never know;-)...vertu svalur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112875011736498063?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112875011736498063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112875011736498063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112875011736498063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112875011736498063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/week-to-remember.html' title='A Week To Remember'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112849677503954992</id><published>2005-10-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:19:35.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Brilliant Diamonds in the Cold Winter Sky</title><content type='html'>I know that I wax a bit poetic on the stars every year about this time, and this year will be no exception!  With the arrival of the first crisp, cool fall evenings, I cannot wait to go out after midnight, when the night is the darkest and the world slumbers the deepest, to view the heavens in all of their splendor.  It is one of my favorite times of year and I can only wait impatiently for the winter to deepen and my nocturnal wanderings with my stellar brethern to become a nightly ritual...I do love it so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112849677503954992?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112849677503954992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112849677503954992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112849677503954992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112849677503954992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/like-brilliant-diamonds-in-cold-winter.html' title='Like Brilliant Diamonds in the Cold Winter Sky'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112832093147603932</id><published>2005-10-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:34:27.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Last For So Long…</title><content type='html'>Soon you will see, you were meant for me and I was meant for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Listening to: You Were Meant For Me (LP Version) - Jewel - Pieces Of You (04:14)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112832093147603932?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112832093147603932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112832093147603932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112832093147603932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112832093147603932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/dreams-last-for-so-long.html' title='Dreams Last For So Long…'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112823524004440631</id><published>2005-10-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:45:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dans, Dans, Dans...O, Já</title><content type='html'>It was a dark and stormy night…&lt;br /&gt;And all through the house,&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring,&lt;br /&gt;Not even a…aw heck, you know what I mean, it was raining all day and I was BORED!!!  So, I talked Jeremy into hooking up the Dance, Dance Revolution dance pads up to the X-Box and we got un-lazy in a hurry.  What a great game, even though he absolutely beat me silly for the first half-hour.  I did manage to get close towards the end, but by that time both of us had had enough.  That’s okay though, I will get him back tomorrow and show him that his “old man” is not so old after all…yubb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVAM...Steinunn had better watch out, I may even give her a run for her money on the dance floor before it is over with;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112823524004440631?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112823524004440631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112823524004440631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112823524004440631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112823524004440631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/10/dans-dans-danso-j.html' title='Dans, Dans, Dans...O, Já'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112796544413846223</id><published>2005-09-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:10:03.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quaint But Delightful Seattle Bistro</title><content type='html'>I wandered the downtown of Seattle this evening, searching for a restaurant to capture my fancy. After enjoying a beautiful evening stroll into the Belltown district, I was drawn to the Cyclops, a quaint establishment whose stylish, yet unassuming, exterior proved to belie a delightful ambiance and some surprisingly remarkable cuisine. The Cyclops is best decribed as an eclectic cafe with decidedly eastern Mediterranean and spanish influences. The crowd was thin on a Wednesday evening and I made my way over to the bar area of the cafe to better immerse myself in the "feel" of the place. The music was canned, typical of the nouveau chicque Seattle sound, lighter than grunge, but more visceral than folk...an excellent mix that was well suited to casual dining in a Seattle cafe. The waitress was accommodating and I engaged her in assisting me in choosing my meal. She recommended the "special" and it proved to be an excellent choice, though more due to the skill and proficiency of the chef than her ability to discern my tastes in food. The special was a light dish comprised of salmon and halibut cakes covered with a sweet chile sauce, on a bed of baby greens with a wasabi vinegarette dressing. This was sprinkled liberally with shards of crystallized ginger and the flavor combinations played together in a remarkable fashion. Though admittedly rather pedestrian fare, I truly enjoyed the experience and it went well with the margarita that I had chosen to accompany the meal. This most excellent entree, combined with the pleasant, colloquial atmosphere resulted in a dining experience that I will treasure for some time to come. I encouraged the chef to make this a regular offering, but regardless of their response to my request, I will visit the Cyclops again and would recommend it to my friends without reservation. Vertu svalur, muy compadres!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112796544413846223?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112796544413846223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112796544413846223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112796544413846223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112796544413846223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/quaint-but-delightful-seattle-bistro.html' title='A Quaint But Delightful Seattle Bistro'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112763295030567598</id><published>2005-09-25T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:22:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School!!!</title><content type='html'>After a hiatus of over seven years I think that it is time to return to school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This time though I am going just for me, not to improve my job skills or to acquire some certification, but purely for my enjoyment in exploring my interest in astrophysics.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My lofty goal is to earn a PhD in that discipline, but one step at a time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since the state pays my tuition as an employee, all I have to do is buy the books and dedicate the time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I must admit that I miss campus life and the intellectual stimulation that comes from pursuing a course of study and networking with your fellow students.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, sometime in the next week or so I am off to the WSU Tri-Cities campus to do some course of study planning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I may have to wait until the spring to start, but that gives me to the winter to anticipate it…too cool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112763295030567598?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112763295030567598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112763295030567598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112763295030567598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112763295030567598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112762545307778147</id><published>2005-09-24T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:17:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Sun</title><content type='html'>Our annual staff golf tournament and barbeque was today and everyone had a good time.  The weather was perfect; I golfed acceptably, managed the barbeque grill with my usual flair and even managed to get in some Frisbee between flipping burgers and turning the sausages.  In fact, the only thing that kept the day from being perfect was the absence of those who could not be with us.  It was a smaller group, what with the leaving of our Safe Schools folks, most of who were the younger, more energetic and out-going crowd...I miss them terribly!  Still, it was about as good a day as one could ask for, even if I was a bit subdued at missing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112762545307778147?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112762545307778147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112762545307778147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112762545307778147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112762545307778147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-in-sun.html' title='A Day In The Sun'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112719106215930632</id><published>2005-09-19T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:15:35.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Mountains</title><content type='html'>It was indeed a grand weekend and the weather was beautiful, just a bit cooler as fall settles into the mountains. I spent the time hiking some old favorites one more time for nostalgia sake and talking to my Ranger Barrett about the old architecture of the park that I had observed in my many visits. We talked about wooden water mains, fire plugs and other turn of the century infrastructure. At his suggestion I met and enjoyed a conversation with Ranger Michelle Hart, Barrett's girl friend, and she was as bright and charming as I would have expected for her to be my friend's friend;-) She also possessed a wealth of knowledge about the Paradise-area history and architecture and I enjoyed a long conversation with her, going over many old pictures of the park. That topped off a day where I dashed, literally, up to Panorama Point and back after hitting several lowland hikes. I met some interesting young folks from Europe and Asia along the way and chatted with them a bit about their American experiences and reveled in their different accents and colloquial sayings...what fun! I ended up the day quite exhausted, but pleasantly so, and ready for a cold one by the campfire, looking up at the stars and thinking of loved ones far away, especially the one held the closest to my heart and yet seemingly the farthest away. What a perfectly lovely day, followed by a perfectly melancholy evening!...Life just does not get much better than this...l8r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112719106215930632?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112719106215930632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112719106215930632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112719106215930632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112719106215930632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-from-mountains.html' title='Back From The Mountains'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112693440658853702</id><published>2005-09-16T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:40:34.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Mountains</title><content type='html'>I am heading over to Seattle for a meeting on Monday, which means that I simply must spend this weekend in the mountains.  It promises to be cool and wet, perhaps with snow yet again and I cannot imagine a better place to be.  I plan on hiking up on the sub-alpine ridges above Paradise and it should be a magnificent trip.  I only wish that I had someone to share the moment with, but then I know that I am never truly alone and that special someone is always in my heart wherever I may go.  Life (and love) is truly grand!  See y’all when I return:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112693440658853702?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112693440658853702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112693440658853702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112693440658853702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112693440658853702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-mountains.html' title='Back to the Mountains'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112642097425954486</id><published>2005-09-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:42:54.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aldur Eftir Aldur</title><content type='html'>Nei, að eilífu er ekki svo langur að biða handa það ákveðinn einhver...en eilífð er aldur langt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112642097425954486?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112642097425954486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112642097425954486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112642097425954486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112642097425954486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/aldur-eftir-aldur.html' title='Aldur Eftir Aldur'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112639843249360948</id><published>2005-09-10T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:38:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snjór, Snjór, Snjór!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1383/1024/DSC00813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1383/320/DSC00813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a wonderfully exhausting day hiking 15 miles up to the Three Lakes area and back on Friday. I marveled at the old-growth lowland forest and the size of the trees, which rivaled anything outside of the 1000-year giants of the Grove of the Patriarchs, and was truly enchanted by the discovery of a sub-alpine old-growth forest. The day was perfect for hiking, cold and damp, with a promise of more rain to come. Sure enough, I woke up this morning to rain pounding on the tent and a more typical Mt. Rainier day of low clouds and steady rain. On a hunch, I packed up and made my way up to Paradise (5400’) and was overjoyed to end up in the first snowfall of the year! What a perfect day, even though I had to leave and return to the more mundane world of my normal existence. But for a brief moment, I was in heaven, O já!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112639843249360948?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112639843249360948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112639843249360948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112639843249360948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112639843249360948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/snjr-snjr-snjr.html' title='Snjór, Snjór, Snjór!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532979.post-112607518962098044</id><published>2005-09-06T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:39:49.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbershoot Rocks, O Ja!!!</title><content type='html'>I spent yesterday at the Seattle Folk Arts Festival and it was totally cool.  It goes on for 4 days every Labor Day weekend, but I only went for the last day and it could not have been more perfect.  The weather was great, the crowds huge (but fun), the mood festive, and the music fantastic.  I started with The Seattle Women's Jazz Orchestra, then on to Post Stardom Depression, The Decemberists, Dashboard Confessional, Aqueduct, Earlimart, Streb (a dance troupe), and closing out with Tegan and Sara (wayyy cool;-).  Wow, 12 hours of running from one side of Seattle Center to the other, rocking with the bands, 4 hours of driving on each side of that, and having to go to work this morning!  I will definitely be back next year, and for all 4 days.  But for now I need just a little sleep so that tomorrow I can drive back over to the west side for a meeting Thursday and then spend a couple of days in the mountains.  Well, sleep is for the dead, and I am not dead...yet;-)...vertu svalur y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7532979-112607518962098044?l=cestjacque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/feeds/112607518962098044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7532979&amp;postID=112607518962098044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112607518962098044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7532979/posts/default/112607518962098044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestjacque.blogspot.com/2005/09/bumbershoot-rocks-o-ja.html' title='Bumbershoot Rocks, O Ja!!!'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225990125059560246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/1383/320/CestJacque.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
