tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56315990731673919392024-03-05T17:31:38.635-08:00Life with Bob and Jane HammBob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-61880927702134652332009-10-30T16:04:00.000-07:002009-10-30T16:06:04.936-07:00Hamm Family Gathers in McCall '09<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRxQEDK3fV-CxYOplePshC4mPhzLUx65kvzI9U_86Ps3rMHmiykHi5BekftQCRSW_fCcxZVBtL2YW6eqmBZ0bikcgEguWbKBIznsiVFrF6Ur3hLMGEyq9Slx3ecUL76TP3byQeQ9AwN5N/s1600-h/Hailey+is+six!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398241836864312018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRxQEDK3fV-CxYOplePshC4mPhzLUx65kvzI9U_86Ps3rMHmiykHi5BekftQCRSW_fCcxZVBtL2YW6eqmBZ0bikcgEguWbKBIznsiVFrF6Ur3hLMGEyq9Slx3ecUL76TP3byQeQ9AwN5N/s320/Hailey+is+six!.JPG" border="0" /></a> We celebrated Hailey's birthday along with Uncle Jeffs. They both share birthday's with President Monson!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7et2gzQX4eP1ogxiTttzSYd3ZKCPBoywmJo-E-id86Mz6-NuDFLHFRRaDh7Z8SPuZDvvbDfnWTXsjTFYAGYK4c-W7IyE-5A1ROk2t-0063UgsHkQNBwM2UrcJs4ZZekfse9laWIODjN3/s1600-h/Hailey,s+birthday.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398241533687837650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7et2gzQX4eP1ogxiTttzSYd3ZKCPBoywmJo-E-id86Mz6-NuDFLHFRRaDh7Z8SPuZDvvbDfnWTXsjTFYAGYK4c-W7IyE-5A1ROk2t-0063UgsHkQNBwM2UrcJs4ZZekfse9laWIODjN3/s320/Hailey,s+birthday.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9Wgc2kIwc_VpeVa68K_49mHld8C60TIp1ys2ZKvYaMsI0uW0YHYU0R2MjZF1z7EJn1YIgRmUAFdKojgFQtkT97_s4tTQ9c4STMZASz0vhqHRolemcvKl976ou4g5rf_Gc_zg83t241it/s1600-h/A+good+game+of+ladderball.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398241138775945202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9Wgc2kIwc_VpeVa68K_49mHld8C60TIp1ys2ZKvYaMsI0uW0YHYU0R2MjZF1z7EJn1YIgRmUAFdKojgFQtkT97_s4tTQ9c4STMZASz0vhqHRolemcvKl976ou4g5rf_Gc_zg83t241it/s320/A+good+game+of+ladderball.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>When the cousins get together...good times<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwPgexCIlG8fixyaCWVSnOM7F16NyofrF13KAR_isFlSMNqWnnQLyESeG-wqSfRAU-qIgTIhVMZZFP1ak-nJnVel1awM2yo02CJTzODnINzuHZKB8D5kkMY7a4KQcShL9YCLPu5fOs6e3/s1600-h/good+score!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398241026856538402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwPgexCIlG8fixyaCWVSnOM7F16NyofrF13KAR_isFlSMNqWnnQLyESeG-wqSfRAU-qIgTIhVMZZFP1ak-nJnVel1awM2yo02CJTzODnINzuHZKB8D5kkMY7a4KQcShL9YCLPu5fOs6e3/s320/good+score!.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>T<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hlfTAUZ2YhNWmxQNk0Gct7EZl0XQjHb7Djmdf9l5Yy2XHDQ50YQOCwLoajCfwbpYGIf1uH3onusgY4XHeO_hod9TDqw5wNqb6w0YRoii4Fk_p50J8Ky8CRg4GzVlqxbaLmedYS3ipuc5/s1600-h/A+successful+throw.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398240867131488818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hlfTAUZ2YhNWmxQNk0Gct7EZl0XQjHb7Djmdf9l5Yy2XHDQ50YQOCwLoajCfwbpYGIf1uH3onusgY4XHeO_hod9TDqw5wNqb6w0YRoii4Fk_p50J8Ky8CRg4GzVlqxbaLmedYS3ipuc5/s320/A+successful+throw.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There was some friendly competition with the game of ladder-ball. The kids kept us informed on the ups and downs of play. It was a yeah and clapping with successes, and oohs with downcast looks when a play went sour. What a fun bunch of kids!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianaWmvjRao1Hza_RIKG2XzNozpSMzrPblcpLnYGvh6E3CYyONySZ2w1gB_3Z4OWJQG1-KdNIHAwDMRChPrzgcibjh6FLhfIhfzb2RywkQXPZFdovlhNmfRLihyphenhyphen_8aeuPFwOJoOWW2KNaF/s1600-h/Opa+with+some+swimmers.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398240524175133858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianaWmvjRao1Hza_RIKG2XzNozpSMzrPblcpLnYGvh6E3CYyONySZ2w1gB_3Z4OWJQG1-KdNIHAwDMRChPrzgcibjh6FLhfIhfzb2RywkQXPZFdovlhNmfRLihyphenhyphen_8aeuPFwOJoOWW2KNaF/s320/Opa+with+some+swimmers.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>Opa and some young ladies loving life!</div><div></div><div><br /><br />The water feels ooooh so good! Emma with Opa<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUJRwVwufP2z_v_wQdBtw5AfUyRxhkWs1E6ppVX-0DVrUG3Ey9XNqP11mLkyWZgRYlEWrdMnapLw1MKNsYSv28gx3EfuqSHSXGuL9E76DR-GnTRgNridmt0cG96aXbZZ31lQl5RBGjIjs/s1600-h/Opa+with+Emma.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239300236047538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUJRwVwufP2z_v_wQdBtw5AfUyRxhkWs1E6ppVX-0DVrUG3Ey9XNqP11mLkyWZgRYlEWrdMnapLw1MKNsYSv28gx3EfuqSHSXGuL9E76DR-GnTRgNridmt0cG96aXbZZ31lQl5RBGjIjs/s320/Opa+with+Emma.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_Dl9x307l7cU_2I-N8sGXKVzKbqxZMccJviNO3sWnAj1WNk7w751uZeNdlK3vyjsIOoXQXAwSYhB_M93O6ojN1yr3HjbuR0bq5oQjO3o6wXmp_PFgoBXxEIE_YxGJHCGz2bJIYj7x-ql/s1600-h/Oma+Jane+with+Baby+Jane.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239003344141778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_Dl9x307l7cU_2I-N8sGXKVzKbqxZMccJviNO3sWnAj1WNk7w751uZeNdlK3vyjsIOoXQXAwSYhB_M93O6ojN1yr3HjbuR0bq5oQjO3o6wXmp_PFgoBXxEIE_YxGJHCGz2bJIYj7x-ql/s320/Oma+Jane+with+Baby+Jane.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oma Jane with Baby Jane, 16 months old</div><div></div><div>Jane at her post. She did not love the sand this year. We made a discovery. Give her a bucket of water with a sand shovel, and she can forgot how much she dislikes the sand. There she sat, for a couple of hours, content drinking the water we would bring down from the cabin.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxnBBn3iqhZxCyG1Up7aUxaABqc1qs_-eSMBOvY76RmG7vkPOG9Eh3VgMSuAOygXDRLS0YHgwMMjwWgxvERDsu3O3PQ9MQ1a_Xji8kF38wd98n17eY7xOtXQUzqxWghdCZkcsTdlnGl9c/s1600-h/Jane+at+her+post.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398238092137762370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxnBBn3iqhZxCyG1Up7aUxaABqc1qs_-eSMBOvY76RmG7vkPOG9Eh3VgMSuAOygXDRLS0YHgwMMjwWgxvERDsu3O3PQ9MQ1a_Xji8kF38wd98n17eY7xOtXQUzqxWghdCZkcsTdlnGl9c/s320/Jane+at+her+post.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ar6BKMl7Pgk6d7396veDO8PluDKpDw1GuzSu8LWbM6RBQyS8Ovo0XrTl63z56kLKhfhyphenhyphenaJLy6Hd24EIH_R69gzH_C_74twfkK38wVTPlWL6AnGMBeIaN-JgZa1GfTtlQfDSzS2xf_AtM/s1600-h/Carson+and+Dad+at+work+in+the+sand.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398237871676525906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ar6BKMl7Pgk6d7396veDO8PluDKpDw1GuzSu8LWbM6RBQyS8Ovo0XrTl63z56kLKhfhyphenhyphenaJLy6Hd24EIH_R69gzH_C_74twfkK38wVTPlWL6AnGMBeIaN-JgZa1GfTtlQfDSzS2xf_AtM/s320/Carson+and+Dad+at+work+in+the+sand.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Carson and Dad in the sand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFl8yefEe0Kjwk-pYyC3LK-46_QFfaE8duVikVE46jJBDz1IdongF8KKKIL1vodyY6szAOdqEK4POVSnC2syxa68BmektWbhzBhMscMoTB8AR-jalAXYrbmBL4QSS5AqV6sFQR1Y1w418Z/s1600-h/Carson+after+some+water.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398237738750123490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFl8yefEe0Kjwk-pYyC3LK-46_QFfaE8duVikVE46jJBDz1IdongF8KKKIL1vodyY6szAOdqEK4POVSnC2syxa68BmektWbhzBhMscMoTB8AR-jalAXYrbmBL4QSS5AqV6sFQR1Y1w418Z/s320/Carson+after+some+water.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Doesn't this boy look like he is on a mission? You are right! Carson was busy getting water from the lake with his shovel weapon. </div><div>He was quite satisfied with his mothers and others squeals of delight as he soaked them with yet another shovel full!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim54cPLF_bAxSyNB2ZXS9B1J0RxqvsGk7CEiO19crbpllgwjplSx27eTX_jnk7s5K7PRTwIcVlXlIB33dDV4CwQvZpY2q-WoRcAMsahAxttsW6mAROLqz4diZAtoAckx-M4161SG2jddQQ/s1600-h/Alice+%26+Sarah+building.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398237596512386642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim54cPLF_bAxSyNB2ZXS9B1J0RxqvsGk7CEiO19crbpllgwjplSx27eTX_jnk7s5K7PRTwIcVlXlIB33dDV4CwQvZpY2q-WoRcAMsahAxttsW6mAROLqz4diZAtoAckx-M4161SG2jddQQ/s320/Alice+%26+Sarah+building.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Alice and Sarah are busy in their world of sand play, as the waves roll in.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0F57heJpV4J5eMMWfsvFYyCQcJtxmf9nzPMCjB63PMTQU2cX5twj7XNzqCAr1Rm7OqWUXHXE9f8919GEZntPo2WMJPuQgZSM5H7xWJ8TUQoEa65gVk7C3HNEkyQaAZqAbcz24FuPA21WK/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Hailey.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398237406626651298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0F57heJpV4J5eMMWfsvFYyCQcJtxmf9nzPMCjB63PMTQU2cX5twj7XNzqCAr1Rm7OqWUXHXE9f8919GEZntPo2WMJPuQgZSM5H7xWJ8TUQoEa65gVk7C3HNEkyQaAZqAbcz24FuPA21WK/s320/Sarah+and+Hailey.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Looks like Hailey is a little mermaid created by Sarah<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxHiFJz1Fqp9N4aSw6tDUcNVogXj7qdQLx-6m0XmGgwPcSbFbkansC6tYtipqNQ29PtpnLhaGIG9ATrLnvO1fMwl0fPrKnNgdV7BWfggcBWD2F2GAAtAMJlT62pbRfWgM4MpptnNxo8j9/s1600-h/Claire+Farmer+%26+Ruby+Pierce.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398237135220351106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxHiFJz1Fqp9N4aSw6tDUcNVogXj7qdQLx-6m0XmGgwPcSbFbkansC6tYtipqNQ29PtpnLhaGIG9ATrLnvO1fMwl0fPrKnNgdV7BWfggcBWD2F2GAAtAMJlT62pbRfWgM4MpptnNxo8j9/s320/Claire+Farmer+%26+Ruby+Pierce.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Claire and Ruby getting sandy so they could jump off the dock together for a quick clean off<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUKrEcZTA195MRd5HwzUJS_9NP64_jEBwyLcVa_USZyVySmbyr_PzdCvnzLb2Wo_Jdz6Q_na9qmBjdrtcsn-HSDOjn1EolptWSZsctrkIymiZHKxD3drDm7IlrnAe6YyXrCVSoTRLje5q/s1600-h/Jessica+Anderson,+Amaya+and+Trae+Hallenberger.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236981881682562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUKrEcZTA195MRd5HwzUJS_9NP64_jEBwyLcVa_USZyVySmbyr_PzdCvnzLb2Wo_Jdz6Q_na9qmBjdrtcsn-HSDOjn1EolptWSZsctrkIymiZHKxD3drDm7IlrnAe6YyXrCVSoTRLje5q/s320/Jessica+Anderson,+Amaya+and+Trae+Hallenberger.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Here we have some 2nd cousins, Jessica and Amayah making Trae into a beautiful beach girl... not the muscle man he asked for.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2W69hCj1te-baEplAJvgTe67BoC_wWLUTcf0-wCUoyluuW8ftiCHObASBNFBqn0RWpQbfiU9qHNo_JTtUH4Ngt7zkX9I1BLfaUpBIi4O4KdN9X00ampe7Q_ue1oSlCDBoVwRcuwWmW1Sq/s1600-h/The+fishing+crew.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398235755607314322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2W69hCj1te-baEplAJvgTe67BoC_wWLUTcf0-wCUoyluuW8ftiCHObASBNFBqn0RWpQbfiU9qHNo_JTtUH4Ngt7zkX9I1BLfaUpBIi4O4KdN9X00ampe7Q_ue1oSlCDBoVwRcuwWmW1Sq/s320/The+fishing+crew.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Opa, Jeff and Robb took these darling rascals on a fishing excursion to Browns Pond<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEDwYMTsUHWkG9y11TkS4Qzt3ku6sHlRZjLO4VRQSPY0D9uLkb7mn9ewtfJ06l54QoL5NrYS_IVGaIbWB1NieeRonPXqaWtqNg1CTw44vBZBjJFUx8WElkIKtEoc2jWkv6F76cuaAP1yn/s1600-h/A+treasure+hunt+begins.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398235361770292418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEDwYMTsUHWkG9y11TkS4Qzt3ku6sHlRZjLO4VRQSPY0D9uLkb7mn9ewtfJ06l54QoL5NrYS_IVGaIbWB1NieeRonPXqaWtqNg1CTw44vBZBjJFUx8WElkIKtEoc2jWkv6F76cuaAP1yn/s320/A+treasure+hunt+begins.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pV9NhFYBdTSvU-xMj1XRTg678ZeIzkxHG4HzTUuCjJnAhMk4IVHIFldLTCzOLjv5BiDVEUjgiFbBl3clV5DDMslgL2XXTeLEXnqGm38JTRBC1bkPPriK1bQGbljyuJiLweHgkc5PNOpw/s1600-h/Nathan+loves+trout!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236040857223042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pV9NhFYBdTSvU-xMj1XRTg678ZeIzkxHG4HzTUuCjJnAhMk4IVHIFldLTCzOLjv5BiDVEUjgiFbBl3clV5DDMslgL2XXTeLEXnqGm38JTRBC1bkPPriK1bQGbljyuJiLweHgkc5PNOpw/s320/Nathan+loves+trout!.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Next we have Nathan who absolutely loved the trout that was caught. While most kids had tastes, Nathan was a true conneseuir of the white meat. He ate three trout!<br />Okay so a little out of order, but you see here that we have some grandchildren beginning a treasure hunt!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloQqn-Geh_xMtljJs0EJr4-q4bIv70otZq6QjPY-Csy3BkzYQkwAP9yC8oU4G2CN05YpKVZDM6d_PYL7JkOkMrWjafHYavmqR-qzLuiFexaz8W54fKSw7UzUeJENmLW2b587k8kA7ftN0/s1600-h/where+to+next.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398235215709118466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloQqn-Geh_xMtljJs0EJr4-q4bIv70otZq6QjPY-Csy3BkzYQkwAP9yC8oU4G2CN05YpKVZDM6d_PYL7JkOkMrWjafHYavmqR-qzLuiFexaz8W54fKSw7UzUeJENmLW2b587k8kA7ftN0/s320/where+to+next.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Another clue, another adventure<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Where now?! Oh do hurry!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfm2roB7dRlzukfy1ibBq-tpmTvpN1Ux4Xr3UhFEA6dwwAlzkQH-Noc8wdpymhvAsg1foGWWzbDGDwZ17oqfZ68j7ItHX-S6jUYdLjzJxLFyI_iYv_u24sw0V7pVetxtVXaRoVsE0bFrl/s1600-h/Read+that+clue!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398234767284441922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfm2roB7dRlzukfy1ibBq-tpmTvpN1Ux4Xr3UhFEA6dwwAlzkQH-Noc8wdpymhvAsg1foGWWzbDGDwZ17oqfZ68j7ItHX-S6jUYdLjzJxLFyI_iYv_u24sw0V7pVetxtVXaRoVsE0bFrl/s320/Read+that+clue!.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Whoa, whoa there is no stopping us now!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZAkj2Y4rw4SZVIB3p57sB_cqn7-1JO98VcCexG6N3Zga63AmtahlQTHFnpLjjLyCd0mPIOP3JREcP3znelhvm_m9WonQTFbbANse0FdUW0Wsi3fXm7YwFz3yJfnrNaoF6OSUEnvMxGLl/s1600-h/On+the+move.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398234515855758850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZAkj2Y4rw4SZVIB3p57sB_cqn7-1JO98VcCexG6N3Zga63AmtahlQTHFnpLjjLyCd0mPIOP3JREcP3znelhvm_m9WonQTFbbANse0FdUW0Wsi3fXm7YwFz3yJfnrNaoF6OSUEnvMxGLl/s320/On+the+move.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To the beach! I am there! What has Opa been doing down here?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAw7tsgkKliwdrj2diaTPryWC1ycr5YB7RaELZvak9wUvLJ9__r7dJvtBb678ewwhPYLAEK1zYUQ0weecQd55SeXIWIPED9D_TpPFkIWDsWCGlpMJr2DwxMrA4gXFAeZhN9T63slVtx53j/s1600-h/A+treasure+at+the+beach.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398234326142890530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAw7tsgkKliwdrj2diaTPryWC1ycr5YB7RaELZvak9wUvLJ9__r7dJvtBb678ewwhPYLAEK1zYUQ0weecQd55SeXIWIPED9D_TpPFkIWDsWCGlpMJr2DwxMrA4gXFAeZhN9T63slVtx53j/s320/A+treasure+at+the+beach.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Could it be here? It appears that the excitement is a little overwhelming for these darlings!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4SFznZ1lLPmuTpAcrHzBGRg8_IKjthzR-FHTNr0i6x44bPMT56NEg2HCG_4A9T3QceET_uEE8uocMN4C3eNVd_U0wBLfdR8hKGm_abJxqntHtUlzKydU6A9LUvnLMuIvFKOVlbMtX9VB/s1600-h/P1020315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398234142621235458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4SFznZ1lLPmuTpAcrHzBGRg8_IKjthzR-FHTNr0i6x44bPMT56NEg2HCG_4A9T3QceET_uEE8uocMN4C3eNVd_U0wBLfdR8hKGm_abJxqntHtUlzKydU6A9LUvnLMuIvFKOVlbMtX9VB/s320/P1020315.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, the flag marked the spot. A little dig and we found our goods. The little treasure was pretty sweet!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6c_60mSD_O36VTK1ofbOW3ITkNF0nAQwbZy1GShawNTYkXiEWP4GNsyg_ecr9M9i_Qw-FX2G_3P9yukEJoOSVtn_ZowqWf6pvaUUfpYjeMdJf9u8SKx4bSmULc9HPm-5X16c9cLE8Ldyt/s1600-h/the+treasure+is+found.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396691073235041986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6c_60mSD_O36VTK1ofbOW3ITkNF0nAQwbZy1GShawNTYkXiEWP4GNsyg_ecr9M9i_Qw-FX2G_3P9yukEJoOSVtn_ZowqWf6pvaUUfpYjeMdJf9u8SKx4bSmULc9HPm-5X16c9cLE8Ldyt/s320/the+treasure+is+found.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgHYKaNtDI7KNKfYN9fAjVkyvi6tMaOz4Z5Va7P0oQYrvQYgLbatvm3u3gMAjGZ87pOVm3NX5EoDTMHQeh_w2iNn3TFBtCycw1N6KMG7oYBPH4VwPOSwFWG1sgNWqnMbTEP6g3JsOp2bH/s1600-h/lovin+our+smore+night.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396687129490741186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgHYKaNtDI7KNKfYN9fAjVkyvi6tMaOz4Z5Va7P0oQYrvQYgLbatvm3u3gMAjGZ87pOVm3NX5EoDTMHQeh_w2iNn3TFBtCycw1N6KMG7oYBPH4VwPOSwFWG1sgNWqnMbTEP6g3JsOp2bH/s320/lovin+our+smore+night.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We enjoyed a little smore time after FHE around the campfire. Here are the grandchildren of Bob and Jane minus our youngest, Mason who was unable to be here for this week. We <strong>missed </strong>Jordan, Chris, Braden and Amanda<br />Chris did come later in the week! Next year we will all be there at the same time...right?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-22176231234702354792009-07-29T09:42:00.000-07:002009-07-29T09:59:10.153-07:00It is HOT in Seattle over 100 todayFor many of you who live in other parts of the world, 100 degrees does not sound unusual, but for the Seattle area, it has never been this hot since they kept the statistics. Let me put it in perspective... our normal is 74 for this time of year for the high with our low temps at night at a comfortable, windows closed and the covers on as we sleep at night. So lets add 26 plus degrees to your normal we would put Phoenix at about 130 or more. Now because our normal is only 74 degrees, why would you have air conditioning in your home, which 90% of the homes do not have in this area. So when we went to bed last night at 11:30 and it was 85 degrees outside and warmer in the home covers were not to be found or needed. <div><br /><div>This morning when I went to my air conditioned office at 9 a.m. it was 90 degrees with the expected high over 100 degrees for the day. Seattle has only had one day that reached 100 degrees in the last 50 years and they are predicting we will set a record of going over 100 degrees today. So if you want an investment tip... invest in anything that will have to do with selling air conditioning in homes, regardless of the price, in the Seattle area. If you want a good weather station that is right in Mill Creek, our home and 100 yds. from my office, go to www.centralmarketweather.com/MillCreek/ and you will see where I get my vast knowledge on the conditions of weather and the latest sales at the market. Tomorrow I think I will go and jump in a lake!!</div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-44635604920471478962009-03-17T14:36:00.000-07:002009-03-17T15:04:44.185-07:00Gone now is the Seattle PI and I will miss her!There is much sadness in the greater Seattle area as the Seattle Post Intelligencer, or the PI as it was known as here, shut down and published its last edition. This paper meant a lot to our family as my father worked there for many years and was part of the union that distributed the paper. It was the only daily morning newspaper that was the only source of news for us growing up. My brother Ken, delivered the PI for a year or two and when I was fortunate to be able to take it over for him. As I remember, we had about 70 houses that we delivered to each morning and my mother would take us on Sundays and holidays because the papers were too heavy to carry. I think I even talked Ken into letting me go with him to deliver when I was 9 or 10 and he let me carry the papers... that was the deal and I loved it.<div><br /></div><div>I would wake up at 2:30 a.m. each morning and it would take me about 1.5 hours to do the route. When I got back home, I would crawl back in bed and sleep a couple of hours before getting up for school. Oh believe me the money was sweet, we would make about $25 for the months work and we had to go around and collect the money from our customers. That was the worst part. I loved getting up and doing the route and fell in love with the early morning walking and riding my bike delivering papers in the rain, snow and beautiful dry weather of North Seattle. I don't know how far we walked exactly every morning, but it was probably five miles or more.</div><div><br /></div><div>When in high school my dad helped me get a job at the PI on Saturday nights where I would help prepare the Sunday paper to be taken out for delivery. It was dirty and dusty, but I would drive down with my dad, or take the family car, and start work about 9 p.m. and finish work anywhere from 4 to 7 on Sunday morning, depending on the how the presses were working. So when I heard they were going out of business, I was sad. I will miss the PI, not because I loved the news, which I do, but it was an institution in Seattle for 164 years and I spent many a fond morning delivering her and eating Fruitloops or Cocoa Puffs while reading her sports pages. </div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-74506645675337151492008-12-10T16:20:00.001-08:002008-12-10T16:36:25.170-08:00BanishmentI was reading Molly's blog and some of the comments attached to her post on her recent illness. I really feel her pain and fully empathize with her when death seems to be possible reality any minute. The hardest part about getting ill is I am banished to find another place to sleep and rattle the walls in one breath and then wait for a couple minutes for the next GASP of air. Like that isn't normal for a 55 year old overweight guy with a terrible head cold? Are you with me Molly? Our secretary at the office asked me when I came in one morning when I was going to leave? However, I am over it now... the illness anyway, but I am still banished to the other bedroom as the echos down the hall that Jane hears still give her some justification to keep me banished and all may not be well...<div><br /></div><div>Watch this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Youtube</span> video and you will understand why I have placed 999 on my speed-dial and am investing in a good bell. I am almost sure it will help our marital relationship and Jane will understand even more how much I need her! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeyZHsqC9AM</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">Now that you have watched the video, you will know why the banishment may be for a long time. I am just kidding sweetie!</span></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-39093244892588741712008-11-11T12:39:00.000-08:002008-11-11T12:43:49.062-08:00Easy way to find best GAS PRICESI wanted to blog about this excellent website on gas prices. Here is the URL: <div><br /></div><div>http://autos.msn.com/everyday/GasStationsBeta.aspx<div><br /></div><div>This allows you to put in your zip code, or one where you are going, and see who has the cheapest gas on any certain day. I just thought I would share it with you... try it out!</div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-36614350063271116172008-11-04T15:30:00.001-08:002008-11-04T15:32:46.883-08:00I was viewing the blogs of the family today and I think I saw a record... Rebecca had not blogged for 5 days! What is happening down there in Puyallup that I don't know about. I am in total withdrawals. Just kidding... we love all of the blogs.<br /><br />Ashley: I do want to know how Brig can sleep like that? Nice form Brigham!!Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-28992862657993594992008-10-28T20:16:00.000-07:002008-10-29T09:48:02.347-07:00I love my family<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJue9OdN-CVVRdvcsds8QNPKhzF2Ps0_h0VTiqd8LZ9_ZBThu4ze2Ss16Ph0DdoPy-wYdb4ZWkt9JSPaWFjU8aVKFW1ZlMb27hbFESEbzsy9FZ0wvM7zU-_sQMT1DuNT6XSquj2bwGWo/s1600-h/DSCN0176.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262413251727021042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJue9OdN-CVVRdvcsds8QNPKhzF2Ps0_h0VTiqd8LZ9_ZBThu4ze2Ss16Ph0DdoPy-wYdb4ZWkt9JSPaWFjU8aVKFW1ZlMb27hbFESEbzsy9FZ0wvM7zU-_sQMT1DuNT6XSquj2bwGWo/s320/DSCN0176.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>To the world I will announce how much I love my wife, children and now our grandchildren. Believe me, it is just as exciting to know what is going on in their lives and to be a little part of it, than it was for us to be with them when we were all growing up together. I say we were growing up together because that is really what happens. I will be the first to admit, and everyone will agree, that I had no idea of what it meant to be a man, let alone Jane's man, when I was 24 and became a father. Sure, I thought I knew it all... but that was not the case. But they showed me day after day what it meant to be a father and a friend. So as our family is growing so am I with them. I guess you could say it takes me a little longer to learn things. In fact, when I look at our children interacting with each other and our grandchildren, I think, "Why are they so good?" Each of them help me feel needed, loved and young. So I continue to learn and grow-up with the next generation of children and I hope I can be as good and smart as they are. Ruby, Hailey, Sarah, Emma, Alice, Nathan, Carson, Jane and Mason are now the ones I will get to watch as I continue to learn from Jane, my greatest blessing, and my children -- Rebecca, Jeff, Robb, Jordan and Braden. Thank you for being my family and Jane my dearest friend and wife.</div><br /><div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-85250694928758037922008-09-08T19:59:00.000-07:002008-09-09T20:42:26.089-07:004th Annual Hamm Boys HikeSeptember 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> through the 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hamm</span> Boys, less Braden this year unfortunately but necessary due to the birth of their son Mason (see their blog), Jeff, Robb, Jordan and I went on our 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> Annual <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hamm</span> Boys Hike this year to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hyas</span>, Tuck and Robin Lakes area of Washington.<div>To say the least we had a blast and look forward to the male bonding ritual for many years to come... if they allow me along with them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh wait, they will allow me to come as I buy lunch for them at a chosen restaurant somewhere near the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">trail head</span> and prepare a great meal to eat on our first night out. This year's prime first night meal was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Stoganoff</span> fit for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Emoril</span>! It was chuck full of the finest cow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Alberston's</span> could muster, the best sauteed yellow onions grown in the world (Nyssa, Oregon), just the correct amount of garlic and spices to make this mouth-watering blessing too good for words other than "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">AHHHH</span>"! It was so good as we lathered it over our well prepared Minute Rice. So after all of this, I think I will be invited back.</div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1L7rd0J23v4_htn6cx5MZRtj558SBwWvaTQADf61TTc6IFdL5TfKnUeaEh3sW2WA8lG82mNiCeM6UUQgsAkZaoxFfoPUrDy3TJNdTIc5hhyZ7zG2Vu31rjUct1RGvYl5f-qZmpiWUzXg/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243856133581779570" /></div><div>Here is a picture of the boys just before going into the lake. Notice the beauty of the area. I would imagine the lake was hovering around 45 degrees and they were ready to go.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYw1RFAhlpL2hGHLDsXd-kyong6lR_fHBFk_AFC3_Z0EutOWDfS_j5eQz8eVLWV3d30ZUBZ1Yk2qEWsquQaK0-7uVqsYIlnAB6UXl5VFCkvQLvhhssQCrP1r7lo7b5xA98lf1gLJpAxo/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243861325571288066" /></div><div>And they did go in and get completely submersed in the freezing water. You will however notice that one of the hikers is missing in this picture and ventured in only to his thighs. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqLt1iO6-VyhnBFmufL3wPgAhHZzJBBNMPZpJwOv2w7DR9Oo1WWBNOG3Z9-x38OMU10sGDHyJ_7Q8K0fChRykN-k6-LUMmZpOiMuT-W9Qq-cTYB-QxP_UBBa90D9_9lb0fDrHUrb5VKM/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243859895676419458" /></div><div>We did have a pesky chipmunk bothering us</div><div> in our camp so Jeff devised a little "trap" full of peanuts under the bucket... things worked really well as the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">varmint</span> was enticed in to the trap, the rope was pulled out and scared the dickens out of the chipmunk as the bucket came down only slightly too late for his capture. Three more times "he" was lured in by the peanuts and the line was pulled and the bucket fell... and he made off with a good winter's supply of peanuts. Robb also was bit on his finger by a mouse in his tent on our second night, which we are sure it was revenge by the brotherhood of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">varmints</span>.</div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTzFlA2f5DF4AzYtDNUbaxDIvFpoGIVVg4bFNRqoVpblmvkhdBXnSboamdCjP-Prfoxjn3v-LBZIlxNq1AsyZiy56G1JzJbdFUKGrPkXec2yxC2YDH2YVNjJ_ka_ljyj5kZbab_xz3K0/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244225582571201218" />Our 2nd day we left around 8:30 a.m. for Tuck Lake, a hike of about 2.5 m<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">iles</span> in and up to 5,500 feet in elevation, a gain of over 2,000 feet; most of the 2,000 vertical feet came in the last mile of the hike, as this picture will attest. This is one of the more difficult hikes I have been on and I am glad that we were only day hiking with our day packs. We enjoyed a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">scrumptious</span> meal of summer sausage, cheese, bagels and rolls and water. Howcould life get any better than that?</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDInEYE9n1PM0pSw2zcJdaa_F7w0rCDmt08w5vCYRKKJofrEH3Kc3RfKC18S0h61hafftY-sMDi96hsuZP0tEQZr7qeMW7clxF_tp1TwySrldgNSirXpi11VFVY-gbR_LYXPRVvPma5I/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244224642069132274" /><br /></div>The lake behind us is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Hyas</span> Lake and we were camped at the far end. At this point we are a little under Tuck lake at about 5,000 feet.<div><br /><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXqjQrL7-eFuc-ujMUuaOdVtSWHBRa0UtOZ1xCCCa7z47Wx9mBsrhJF3CBeBJeOIn1szN6WMg5nNT3SbNNrN4fD0zQGqnMLr0KdfxbGz1lL5TezcowYDpLEWrFiB5AFDvNInHd7SgHQc/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227995671877634" /></div><div>We made it out despite the attack on Robb by the vicious mouse in the middle of the night and found our way to eat at the famous Roslyn Cafe. The food was great, the atmosphere <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">superb</span> and the company was the best less one. We hope that next year Braden and Chris will be able to come with us on another high adventure... that is if they invite me along. I love this tradition and the opportunity it gives me to be able to get up in the mountains and outdoors with my sons.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-14972431294106164782008-08-10T20:21:00.000-07:002008-08-10T20:28:02.755-07:00Baby Dill PicklesWow, has anyone else in the world discovered the delicate, yet tangy flavor or Farman's Homestyle Baby Dill Pickles? They are the best. As I was just "jar diving", another new word I just made up, for my third pickle in the last five minutes, I was chasing around the last few pickles with a fork that was a little too small for the jar, and it reminded me of trying to catch a gold fish in the fish bowl when I was a little kid. Anyway, try the pickles... they rank up there with Creamies in personal popularity.Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-38440073226512366942008-06-09T17:22:00.000-07:002008-06-09T17:51:31.026-07:00Text messaging lingoOkay, so I finally figured out what "lol" means and wondered why this new spelling came to be and why anyone thought that up. I mean how long does it take to spell out laughed out loud, let alone why you u (you) would want to tell someone that when you could just tell them that is funny. So I timed it out... it takes maybe 10 seconds to type in LOL on a normal keyed cell phone. Laughed out loud and the true spelling took me... okay a lot longer so that I didn't want to time it out.<br /><br />But if you had a querty key boarded phone, you could just respond to the email in plain english so everyone could understand it; and or, take a picture and send it to them; or better yet, take a movie of yourself on your phone of your self laughing out loud; or just call the person and just laugh out loud in their ear and talk to them like we used to do. Oh wait... that isn't 21st century thinking. That is like ancient thinking... at least 5 years ago. Ok, it makes sense to use lol, u, i, ummlol, iwicttusichwyvslbiatui, and many others. I am sure you texters can figure out what these other text messaging favorites are but for some I will need to provide a dictionary:<br /><br />lol - laughing out loud<br />u - you<br />i - I<br />ummlol - you make me laugh out loud<br />iwicttusichwyvskbiatui - I wish I could talk to you so I could hear what your voice sounds like but I am texting you instead<br />wwutwucjcmattmitfpswcbdwtcs - why would you text when you could just call me and talk to me in the first place so we could be done with the conversation sooner<br />jwcwsrtbih - Jane will... ( maybe you can fill in the rest of this text message)<br /><br />You see how easy this is, how versitile and it just makes so much sense and so you can really communicate your message with ease and save a lot of time and energy so you can get on to the next text. Great, huh?Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-52012266963872346382008-06-06T08:55:00.000-07:002008-06-06T09:02:00.431-07:00A great father's loveYou know how through email we can get a lot of junk... but this post is about a link to a very great father who loved his son more than words can express. I wish I could say that I could some day feel the kind of love and passion this father had for his son. <div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; "><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; ">Watch the video after you read this. I am told that this happened several years ago but it is totally amazing...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A son asked his father, 'Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The father who, despite having a heart condition, says 'Yes'. They went on<br />to complete the marathon together.<br /><br />Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying <br />'Yes' to his son's request of going through the race together.<br /><br />One day, the son asked his father, 'Dad, let's join the Ironman together.'<br /><br />To which, his father said 'Yes'. For those who don't know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86 kilometer) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along the coast of the </span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Big</span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Island</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> .<br /><br />Father and son went on to complete the race together. View this...</span><br /></span></span></p></div></span></div><div><a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513">www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513</a><br /></div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-14145606494751201872008-05-23T09:18:00.000-07:002008-05-23T09:24:57.422-07:00whasupwidat - I think I invented it!I was just on another blog reading about all of the things in Jen and Gabe Payne's life and posted a comment with the word "Whasupwidat" which a I am sure is a word I just came up with... or is it? Hummm, maybe I did hear it on the radio, or in a movie or 10, but I was probably close the the first 55 year old male, living in Bothell but working in Mill Creek, while watching the rain fall in the area only because we are entering the Memorial Day weekend and it always rains in this area on this weekend. But hey, whasupwidat anyway?Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-36979268417664537092008-05-14T09:24:00.000-07:002008-12-10T01:17:19.706-08:00Satisfied and excited with life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tt9CV1tIYwPWfgnHNUIu0dp6ipJL4OF5ftqoCJdZ3JTVnZ4hEwuj2DVlwMFgKynF6itwEYpLp6AOfn91h00PCd0YTV-IjFRm7J5qTEO69g8GA-r6ZCaOmqz3CEZU_P_vXp9iYx-E9_o/s1600-h/IH1M7268rtcrp.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tt9CV1tIYwPWfgnHNUIu0dp6ipJL4OF5ftqoCJdZ3JTVnZ4hEwuj2DVlwMFgKynF6itwEYpLp6AOfn91h00PCd0YTV-IjFRm7J5qTEO69g8GA-r6ZCaOmqz3CEZU_P_vXp9iYx-E9_o/s320/IH1M7268rtcrp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200278068556562610" /></a><br />I am blogging in response to another blog regarding missing high school and realizing we are growing to be adults. I love being 55 years old, having gray hair, life is slowing down, I can't run with the wind, hit the golf ball as far (okay that one bugs me), and all of the other things that go with it. I have loved every phase of my life as I have graciously grown older and older. I love the fact that rather than making sure all of my zits are cleaned up, I clip nose and ear hair when Jane insists. I love that rather than chasing my kids down the hall I have earned the right to chase grandchildren where and when I want to. I love that rather than worrying about going on a date with someone I hardly know but think she could be hot... instead I get to come home to the best woman in the whole world and have her put her arms around me and make me feel special... even when I am not. <div><br /></div><div>Ah yes, getting older and living in the "now" is the most glorious time of my life. Now is when I can live life to the fullest, experience things I have never done before, and laugh at things that aren't even funny and people won't wonder why. I love this phase of my life and can't wait until tomorrow comes... as tomorrow will bring new challenges and opportunities to my doorstep that will cause me to be better, wiser and happier than ever before. Yesterday's were awesome, but tomorrow will be the best!!</div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-75982053197074275022008-04-25T10:48:00.000-07:002008-04-25T12:14:37.340-07:00OLD SPICE!! AahhhhWhat is the big controversy over the best smelling under arm deodorant on the market. Some one said, "what is with the name, that should tell you something." Do you want me to put on some new smell that came from the locker room of the local school gym? This excellent fragrance has stood the test of time. Many deodorants have come and gone and everyone tries to reach the pinnacle... OLD SPICE. Many things do get better with age; cheese is one fine example if it is not left unwrapped in the refrigerator too long. I am told, that wine is better with age. It seems like clothing and styles get better with age as well as many people are now wearing the same thing we wore in the 70's! So there must be something to say about Old Spice's fragrance. And besides, it is underarm deodorant and you shouldn't be sticking your nose in there to check things out anyway unless your name is Mary Katherine Gallagher from SNL and at least she used her fingers to check things out. I for one, will stand and firm on the side of Old Spice, unless Jane stops buying it for me for some Organic brew someone has whipped up at which time I will have to be a closet user.Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-30167650398288644922008-04-19T08:56:00.000-07:002008-12-10T01:17:20.060-08:00Snow in April<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbswj5uN5somLs1Wyz1og1NJtik9Cp7YTtm0yaKOjnENKCmisqRb3d1qiKmSD54PSd_cXfnU3E4A7nKVKCXaIldSxAC61-ypYUOqR5eb327z0Kv36kS97kOaDDeLbi693-cSp4MLKde8/s1600-h/DSCN0182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbswj5uN5somLs1Wyz1og1NJtik9Cp7YTtm0yaKOjnENKCmisqRb3d1qiKmSD54PSd_cXfnU3E4A7nKVKCXaIldSxAC61-ypYUOqR5eb327z0Kv36kS97kOaDDeLbi693-cSp4MLKde8/s320/DSCN0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190987026347780466" /></a><br />Ok, this is no joke... it is April 19 and it snowed 4 inches last night in Mill Creek/Lynnwood Washington. We are right in the middle of the convergence zone where the weather is usually worse, meaning we get weird and worse weather than anyone else around here. If you went 5 miles south, no snow... or five miles north, the same. I took this picture at 7:30 this morning. To top this off, last Saturday it was 85 degrees and the most beautiful day of the year. Boy am I ever glad that we have global warming?Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-5225175795508990832008-04-01T14:53:00.000-07:002008-12-10T01:17:20.291-08:00Family and home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuonG7cHcL9p7k2XDmD4pnnvOVrv2CuBS4OozNWVeblRKtnwOAfK0WVxGIJ3tuHTf8ECqSnL0PzWIVR496zwnxdUMLzzHTsEGpkd_EMvFvHlJs9Ir-XLiJJztwiET6faTRYKa0v3ZCEnc/s1600-h/DSCN0169.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuonG7cHcL9p7k2XDmD4pnnvOVrv2CuBS4OozNWVeblRKtnwOAfK0WVxGIJ3tuHTf8ECqSnL0PzWIVR496zwnxdUMLzzHTsEGpkd_EMvFvHlJs9Ir-XLiJJztwiET6faTRYKa0v3ZCEnc/s320/DSCN0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190977439980775698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgou1Gt9qaEjiXSPIRKS6pM9ZfdXgvls9L-kqx0TquqqelGXjg_HOnYMCwHxnRr7NNCR82UZuqCFXSmUqpFYvV1R0cAdbMZqayZ9EdHsbOEXn-p8oHNtce3uySkIqE7r4Jv2WXIPipiCBE/s1600-h/DSCN0164.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgou1Gt9qaEjiXSPIRKS6pM9ZfdXgvls9L-kqx0TquqqelGXjg_HOnYMCwHxnRr7NNCR82UZuqCFXSmUqpFYvV1R0cAdbMZqayZ9EdHsbOEXn-p8oHNtce3uySkIqE7r4Jv2WXIPipiCBE/s320/DSCN0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190976847275288834" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgou1Gt9qaEjiXSPIRKS6pM9ZfdXgvls9L-kqx0TquqqelGXjg_HOnYMCwHxnRr7NNCR82UZuqCFXSmUqpFYvV1R0cAdbMZqayZ9EdHsbOEXn-p8oHNtce3uySkIqE7r4Jv2WXIPipiCBE/s1600-h/DSCN0164.JPG">A little comment if I can and since it is our blog, I will... a house is a building we live in for a little while, sometimes even years. But a home is something that families build together that transcends a building and will last an eternity. Each day, each of us, living in a house, build a home that provides comfort, warmth, happiness, and love far greater than any house man can build could ever provide. If a family, couple, will work hard together nothing should or can tear down a home as that is where a family is. The most important structure in our society today is the family and it is under attack each and every day by forces, much of it our media, trying to rip us apart. Please keep your family in tact as your family will be the greatest achievement or work you will ever do. Nothing compares to the happiness we have received than from our family. </a></span><div><div> </div><div>Jane and I count as our greatest blessing... our family. Nothing brings us more joy than to be with our children, parents, siblings, and cousins. If we had a fortune, we would spend it to gather everyone together to have some time to talk and share life. Thank you all for being a part of our family and our home. We love you all deeply.</div></div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-69011891290518837892008-04-01T14:29:00.000-07:002008-12-10T01:17:20.850-08:00Fun in California<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNtYt3k-jYlpFuH1yfcfuLjb5b3zs_zihWK135-linmGU2hEIYI-rC5UKEyMd7dw4exFn-yHuNcSUSmxgboXoaNJfI03R3_GUlkkd1eMwnhl19oeC735cVWtGr52OFuA_kJvfWoN8CJY/s1600-h/DSCN0164.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNtYt3k-jYlpFuH1yfcfuLjb5b3zs_zihWK135-linmGU2hEIYI-rC5UKEyMd7dw4exFn-yHuNcSUSmxgboXoaNJfI03R3_GUlkkd1eMwnhl19oeC735cVWtGr52OFuA_kJvfWoN8CJY/s320/DSCN0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190985716382755170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVcXDhalbJQIXzwK7oJE_BuzinLgX6YG1ShoXpHi3YOCvMQI7xS-Hy9qE3sQ2GpvJz2QB4eGzH336T1ceFKqfhEkeEuXtaHSiaPZyHRIvcpgKLRjesjngc18RkBYnmbVYl9aRX6928_g/s1600-h/DSCN0159.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVcXDhalbJQIXzwK7oJE_BuzinLgX6YG1ShoXpHi3YOCvMQI7xS-Hy9qE3sQ2GpvJz2QB4eGzH336T1ceFKqfhEkeEuXtaHSiaPZyHRIvcpgKLRjesjngc18RkBYnmbVYl9aRX6928_g/s320/DSCN0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190985149447072082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5pOjRfv2c2kVGx6_j2M3vbOGSSl-6HWNx3SPEDNFAIYYOcxJMP-AEG0KEJxFuTAHFIk09_Tz7ikAqL72i6CLE6PzUkbbYJm8fB2V8evm9uDIO_ykX-1I6PV-kTkh2Lh34JhMkKX3vVw/s1600-h/DSCN0151.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5pOjRfv2c2kVGx6_j2M3vbOGSSl-6HWNx3SPEDNFAIYYOcxJMP-AEG0KEJxFuTAHFIk09_Tz7ikAqL72i6CLE6PzUkbbYJm8fB2V8evm9uDIO_ykX-1I6PV-kTkh2Lh34JhMkKX3vVw/s320/DSCN0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190984522381846850" /></a><br />We just came back from being with Ken and Cindi in Fresno, CA. We had such a great time seeing them. Mom and Dad, grandma and grandpa Hamm, also were there as they are on their way home to Lynnwood from their winter abode in sunny and hot Arizona. Well, we golfed and laughed and played games and just had a great time. One of the BIG highlights and benefits of the trip is that Paula, Ken's daughter, her awesome husband Michael, and their sons Gavin (16) and Mackay came down from Modesto to see us all on Sunday. It was so great to see them again as it had been since Tim Hamm's wedding since we had seen them. Gavin and Mackay gave us all lessons on how to shoot pool and we were able to visit throughout the afternoon. the hard part for Jane and I was to say good bye and see them pull away to go home. Cindi's daughter Nichole was also down for a couple of days of fun and we were able to catch-up with her family as well. If there is one thing we love to do it is to visit with and see our family, wherever and whenever we can. Thank you Ken and Cindi for being so gracious to us and allowing us to be able to invade your beautiful house/home. We had a great time.<div> </div><div><br /></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-32293026460550374792008-03-16T20:51:00.000-07:002008-12-10T01:17:23.442-08:00The BIG Surprise or Clueless<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImaKurKhHIcTQ9kyEoHF0_Wji_m_7D_xaDFPfzVTsEEv6d4xi5lKUn-3D9eR-O48HBEJGLPcPMAEexcWLQPHCNoaOttOBvcTolF5msKwFbSpvvdNL7YwZYKWNh3NXmr3sgEqeU6WkrW4/s1600-h/DSCN0146.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImaKurKhHIcTQ9kyEoHF0_Wji_m_7D_xaDFPfzVTsEEv6d4xi5lKUn-3D9eR-O48HBEJGLPcPMAEexcWLQPHCNoaOttOBvcTolF5msKwFbSpvvdNL7YwZYKWNh3NXmr3sgEqeU6WkrW4/s320/DSCN0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181732719505482898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QgHGbGgP2dHOLVUu87l3boeYvT1ndFrSbz0IziuDZchL2Le64cDeiv_GhHUqssSa2SroM4RNw_3aR0Md1YyFSCi6BTbwqPWajvz7r9LZZpM7Fp9rm1YInINnw1ZlycDXZCEqnif3MDY/s1600-h/DSCN0107.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAlsirmQ1A9gfT6668uvYGNpddHSX7iJxY3X_sl7wTWTtCY3tadLU74q2LOJSgw3OJPJUfpIf8kNBTNMY-Dm-qoYEx5ISnGPv_2T4OnyaPm-0M6skjAduIT1w7Hwy5zCMt14RhQPh9Bo/s1600-h/DSCN0140.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExWd3zRol9GNIqRvSNEK3E82HqGrHstAFu5MymAVrE1io8f49pKVD_pZnF8J7z5E-cpo85M5trSLgkbHZMTg2Nw62ujfMgWeFC4Q9DVTATAoZMIPRBVOxQo5RO7bQrpXliV2pR5XBofw/s1600-h/DSCN0111.JPG"></a><br /><div>I don't know how to thank my children and Jane for the greatest birthday present I could have received... a visit from all of them. I was totally unaware of this whole event and all of the various people that knew all about it and kept it totally in the dark... and when I mean dark, I mean outer-darkness, the abyss, clueless-in-Richland kind of dark.<div> </div><div>So here is how it unfolded from my perspective... or when the deception began so long ago. So I get a call from Robb in February saying, wow dad, is there a weekend coming up where you could come over and help me with the fence? Sure, wow, we don't have seminary on a Friday so we could come over on Thursday and help you out. So we plan away... he doesn't have work on that Friday either... perfect. </div><div> </div><div>A week before we are to go Rebecca brings back a bunch of Jeff and Mary's stuff that we had just hauled down to their house a couple of weeks before under the huge lie that Mary's sister was going to take it to Jeff and Mary's (I just asked Jane if that was a lie and found out it was part of the hoax as Chris and Rebecca were going to haul it in the truck so I wouldn't be suspicious. But Ruby's chicken-pops foiled that as Alice and Chris had to stay home to await the possible arrival of the chicken-pops for Alice. As I said, I was clueless. About 5 days before we are to go Jordan and I were talking and I told him that we were going down to visit Robb and Heather, do some work on the fence, golf and maybe go on a bike ride. Next day he emails me and says, wow, I would really like to get out of town and get some family time and have some fun. So he "arranges" to have his bosses give him the time off. Again, clueless on my part.</div><div> </div><div>So Thursday arrives, we pick up Jordan and his bike and head out for a sunny weekend in Richland to fix the fence and do some other stuff.</div><div>We arrive and have a fun evening with Robb, Heather and their cute little children, see their blog you will see what I mean, and the children are put to bed. A while later, I see a streak up the stairs. I think this is Hailey up from bed again and don't think anything of it. Suddenly there is a squeal of joy in my ear and a cute little Sarah jumping on me and saying "Surprise!" and then in walks Jeff, Mary and Nathan (he was just running in circles with a big smile on his face) and then Nathan came over and gave me a big hug. After a while, they got them to bed as it was pretty late and they had been in the car for 5 hours coming from Mt. Home, ID. </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheMaLPpPzfth5_f3zRHYHN428ZlgZ5EOS3RoqvqnBHE4CYcLbBGfL8675AN5pNyqqubOff0CGJvV3TaJ2NLWezY31gqgRjBAvjxLYvJPGrTpB2L5RJCCrBYr8rtwZCs2RqOI4stelCk70/s320/DSCN0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744367456789746" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Still clueless... a while later, still sitting like a lump in the chair talking to everyone... another squeal of surprise and joy jumps in my lap and gives me a hug by the name of Ruby, disappearing chicken-pops and all. (She was in the safe zone). Alice and Chris had to stay home as Alice was potentially in incubation for the chickenpox so they had to stay home. Bummer, it would had added some more fun.</div><div>Now I was finally clueing in that I had been taken to the cleaners, duped and misled by my wife and children and this was going to be the best birthday yet. We talked of how it would have been nice if Braden and Amanda could be here with us, but we were going to be able to see them in a couple of weeks when we went down for General Conference. Well, Friday we were able to relax, go to Lowe's and get the fencing material and begin work on the fence by setting the posts. After we set the posts, Jordan</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QgHGbGgP2dHOLVUu87l3boeYvT1ndFrSbz0IziuDZchL2Le64cDeiv_GhHUqssSa2SroM4RNw_3aR0Md1YyFSCi6BTbwqPWajvz7r9LZZpM7Fp9rm1YInINnw1ZlycDXZCEqnif3MDY/s320/DSCN0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181729300711515250" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>and I went on a 18 mile bike ride in the area which was a lot of fun. I was most grateful for one thing... where we rode there were few hills to negotiate as whenever we came to them Jordan's bike seemed to go a lot faster than mine with a lot less effort. That night the games began and with Jeff and Mary in the lead, not that several games had not already been played in the afternoon. One of the big hits is that Robb and Heather have a Wii and we played that a lot as well as Settlers of Catan and several other board games. For some reason, Jane just wanted to stay up really late and it was 1:30 in the morning and they just kept wanting me to stay up later and later. At that hour I went to bed as I wanted to be ready to golf the next morning.</div><div>Saturday morning finally arrives and I get dressed, not showered or cleaned-up mind you, and </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExWd3zRol9GNIqRvSNEK3E82HqGrHstAFu5MymAVrE1io8f49pKVD_pZnF8J7z5E-cpo85M5trSLgkbHZMTg2Nw62ujfMgWeFC4Q9DVTATAoZMIPRBVOxQo5RO7bQrpXliV2pR5XBofw/s320/DSCN0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181721526820709458" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>come down to find surprise #3... Braden and Amanda had driven all of the way from Provo, UT to be there with us and I was totally blown away by it. </div><div>We MEN, and I mean men, went golfing soon thereafter and from these pictures,</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAlsirmQ1A9gfT6668uvYGNpddHSX7iJxY3X_sl7wTWTtCY3tadLU74q2LOJSgw3OJPJUfpIf8kNBTNMY-Dm-qoYEx5ISnGPv_2T4OnyaPm-0M6skjAduIT1w7Hwy5zCMt14RhQPh9Bo/s320/DSCN0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181724090916185186" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>you will see we had a lot more fun that we do skills. Just to give you an example; the first hole took us a solid 35 minutes to play!! We hit every part of the course except the fairway and could have cared less... we were together and having a great time. Scores... who kept score that would have ruined a perfect day of golf.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5oCbnhCMiGk4_Fwhzes3DFJGztBGufVgrPU50Sz_FNRlcPtQjQUERVrikNTmxgTbSMyMmm4xdTJRTQ2oqstNaM7Tomh3dFCq8fsNEGiHKIqrkUS5SXiEo5xEJFLQ0QqGqpOJ8yLrrpg/s320/DSCN0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181736078169908402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIDw94EOJT7Z5aqXozIpigObx0sAb1G5Dtpc1opmIrXqQiiX_Jawf_MlYArQ_tYH76QL02AyidBFmikm6BRAx6ELS2KElcxmx7n3HtVSN2Y7wBQNrzCfxgYRaTkCYPLVZSLDIedKB7gc/s320/DSCN0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181736868443890882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYQ-sgFfInjdeNYOUBno5cxqEUEmWfgk2E90LbEGpiNHP4M-swreF3Khf1kI1w0Xxpp1ar2vvUlnGNmv7_UL345MxC_1Oi0hy7zyIBfqzJ1T_1xfG-LhQHPNLqdOarecoYwJf8tt9CK0/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181741670217327826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5OawvRPfwOkStjQEFhJXRf1VHDcdJ_dBj93_ayr1gQYzrvolyZc0__mSpX8Jk2L0Ae7ZP-6q8RkUv7R3xWh51PNAsT_2Jc6TkindJdYsvqX-h84Ogc4ziOEivNm8ZDF53YhspMVjaeQ/s320/DSCN0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742318757389538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>We went to lunch that afternoon to Red Robin and had a little birthday bash. Jordan had to get back to Seattle and took the Grayhound back as it was more relaxing and about the same cost as driving. As the night drew on it was decided that Heather needed an early birthday present and Rebecca gathered Heather up and out they went to by Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) for the Wii. Heather was good but the rest of us needed some serious practice. <br /></div><div>In the parking lot of Red Robin, I gave Jane a hug and thanked her for this great blessing of bringing our children together for me and I broke down with joy at being so blessed to have children who love each other and their parents. (This proves that real men do cry). Although the opportunity to get together was for my 55th birthday that was only an excuse for them, us, to all spend a little time laughing and talking together for a few days. Greater joy can not be experienced than as a parent to sit back and watch your children interact, hug, laugh, and play together. That same joy is also seen as our grandchildren gather with them and play until there is no tomorrow. Sunday came way too soon as we all had to depart and go our separate ways. To Jane, all of my children and their spouses, and my grandchildren... thank you for the best birthday ever.</div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-33177423005294389662008-02-24T18:55:00.001-08:002008-02-25T10:10:34.082-08:00AHHH, the Ellipsis<div>Now that I have all of your attention I have to write about my favorite thing in writing... yes, the ellipsis, which I just used and is the "..." earlier in the sentence. This is the most fantastic punctuation in the whole wide world. It is commonly used as a pause in thought, which at my age can happen at any moment... kind of like a cataplexy. Many people like to use commas or semi colons to do similar things, but they don't have the pazzaz of the ellipsis. Let me show you. It can be used to totally leave someone hanging and just end the sentence. Here is a cool example... See what I mean, I just left you hanging there waiting for me to give you the examples and I didn't and you aren't even offended by it. Here is another one... see wasn't that cool too? I have noticed that Rebecca has used this excellent tool of the english language to kind of do a "ta-da" type of thing which is another of its many uses. Like this, "My favorite thing in the whole wide world is... Creamies!" Well the favorite thing in the whole world is a stretch, but I do love Creamies and it made a great point and I didn't even have to type "ta-da". So now I have given you one of the finer presentations on the ellipsis you will ever see and probably more than you will ever want to know... but next time you are writing, give it a try! You will love it!! (I do have to say that Jane read this blog and did not necessarily approve of it prior to its publication.)</div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-63309219515138183472008-02-13T16:08:00.000-08:002008-02-13T16:21:05.828-08:00Little given, little expectedWell, now that I have posted my last blog and I only got one response, and I had to ask him to look at it, I can see that where "little is given, little is expected." So now that I have lulled you all to sleep so Jane and I can relax knowing that when we post a Pulitzer Prize winning blog full of pictures and fun things, no one will read it anyway... so what's the difference. So we will continue to blog in our old manner (never to seldom) and reduce the timely burden of checking our blog on a daily basis. Kaitlin, you will now have time for all of your homework!! Oh, and we know we were tagged, didn't know what that meant but now know, and will get to that in due time... due meaning whenever we feel like it because we are approaching our mid 50's and can dictate our time as we feel like it. Ahhh, it is great to have arrived at this blissful stage of life.Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-65568871458847430582008-02-11T12:25:00.000-08:002008-02-11T13:04:21.928-08:00Too close for comfortThis "old couple" story was sent to me by a friend and I thought how way too close to home this is in the Hamm household... and no one knows more than Jane.<br /><br />Here is the joke/story: (slightly edited in <span style="color:#3366ff;">blue</span>)<br /><br />While on a road trip, an elderly (<span style="color:#3333ff;">we could say even young or middle aged</span>) couple stopped at a roadside restaurant for lunch. After finishing their meal, they left the restaurant and resumed their trip. When leaving, the elderly (<span style="color:#3366ff;">might I add very beautiful</span>) woman unknowingly left her glasses on the table and she didn't miss them until they had been driving about twenty minutes. By then, to add to the aggravation, they had to travel quite a distance before they could find a place to turn around -- in order to return to the restaurant to retrieve her glasses. All the way back, the husband became the classic grouchy (<span style="color:#3366ff;">misunderstood</span>) old man. He fussed and complained and scolded his wife relentlessly during the entire return drive. The more he chided her -- the more agitated he became. He just wouldn't let up. To her relief, they finally arrived at the restaurant. As the woman got out of the car and hurried inside to retrieve her glasses, the old geezer yelled (<span style="color:#3366ff;">maybe he really asked politely</span>) to her."While you're in there, (<span style="color:#3366ff;">Sweetie Pie</span>) you might as well get my hat and the credit card!"<br /><br />Now to defend myself; why must we be so critical and pointing out all of the faults of this poor man. Plus, from my point of view this story really exaggerates the entire situation way beyond reality. However, Jane, for some reason, will not say there is any exaggeration and in fact will probably say the story must have been previously edited by me in the first place to make it so "mild".<br /><br />However, once again to my defense, this story must be a gross fabrication in the first place and could not be written by Jane or about me as my children well know that I would never have turned around and gone back in the first place let alone stopped to eat while I am driving on a trip. Unfortunately, that is more truth than I want to admit to, and I now apologize to my beautiful, understanding wife and children for all of the times I have been so set on the destination, usually McCall, that I wouldn't turn around even one mile from home to get something forgotten. Once again to my defense, we got there 10 minutes sooner, even if it was 2:30 in the morning!!Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-33097204080155496502007-12-09T15:14:00.000-08:002007-12-09T15:31:39.403-08:00We are here to serveI just finished, Bob, doing the Opa duty for Rebecca and Chris by watching Alice and Ruby for the weekend while Jane was at Kara and Tim's wedding. As exhausting as it was, it was a lot of fun to be with them. Ok, I am again stretching the truth... it wasn't a weekend, Jane left Saturday morning and Rebecca and Chris showed up to sleep at our house and pick up the girls late Saturday night... but it seemed like a whole weekend as tired as it made me. Alice and Rudy were a dream to be with, and I don't mean a nightmare. We cuddled, played games, changed blow-outs, found out Alice loves baths, after said blow-outs (did you notice that was plural), ate PBJ sandwiches and mac n cheese, raisen bran, watched ELF together as well as Rescuers Down Under, built the tallest building in all of Mill Creek with the legos, missed Jane a lot, found out that Alice likes having her diaper off and asking to sit on the toilet but that she hasn't figured out when or what is supposed to be deposited in the toilet verses the carpeted floor (don't tell Jane). I helped Ruby and Alice discover chololate-banana milkshakes which they loved dearly. I also discovered that the girls are far better behaved for me than anyone else as they were perfect angels, just as I knew they would be. Maybe next time I will be able to keep my sanity beyond 18 hours... of course, I could have done it longer if Jane had been there to do 90% of the work and I just got to play. Isn't it funny how we men get all of the fun and somehow disappear when there is any sign of trouble? I'm sure I wasn't like that when our children were little, or was I?Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-33728860508839778362007-12-01T14:26:00.000-08:002008-12-10T01:17:23.654-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizc59aYW36gm_ot_mTOq8z2klrVrImu-PlvbhHNrxxHV9uOjPIEMhcbo8Or-lv-oLDkJjBzaexqSOoYrk6_ZZ5mMZILJZXisqhz3e9u7x6h50bo8FzQ8m-QQ00h6dGP5O8W1ycXgUn7JI/s1600-r/2+three+mountain+men.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139135399835622386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBXHQiBNsLoeoU7dsmA2mmystgOilv3ZTI-OSkUkMslHSX0jdQfGoXKqZuuiY6JLxZJIHX5Ol-Ny8bM-SjsuqxlEUbJRnaP7_L2hWlS_Hv8W-zErJOR-guRCxr-2XTXF0qzsRhD9Kw9A/s320/2+three+mountain+men.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wow, here are three mountain men out on a weekend get away... this is the afternoon before the blizzard hit. This is (l-r) Bob, Jeff and Jordan; who were the only mountain men brave or strong enough to go. We were in the mountains in north central Oregon near the town of North Powder.</div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-31216805262606256462007-11-06T08:57:00.000-08:002008-12-10T01:17:24.179-08:00Bringing in the Sheaves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_cmPjqwblhCXu_9H2nLCdz_5QeD6r7R06yWfZ1z7A8B9ZAZqWS8BhVKwhyphenhyphenErlumscTEF2L9Z-BRJRYi2OCL8Rpos8qZ7sCaqjOXrQtjyUSAaw274FnCAm9SeU8-1ycyJQ46OnBa0vhAk/s1600-h/Sink+full+of+carrots.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_cmPjqwblhCXu_9H2nLCdz_5QeD6r7R06yWfZ1z7A8B9ZAZqWS8BhVKwhyphenhyphenErlumscTEF2L9Z-BRJRYi2OCL8Rpos8qZ7sCaqjOXrQtjyUSAaw274FnCAm9SeU8-1ycyJQ46OnBa0vhAk/s320/Sink+full+of+carrots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190983452934990130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIHe9TRJLBjIcHeB7tXWg88WMzM0FasTNAsfA_RVfaBH6LLLZ4M8vB9hFYgq8dlwhibcp79xS7m24wF_TpR5eph5XWqJG3JilBLKQU8f7i5tN90vkbyBf_PtAO6mWqVzvq9moa3rXwVw/s1600-h/Cozy+carrots.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIHe9TRJLBjIcHeB7tXWg88WMzM0FasTNAsfA_RVfaBH6LLLZ4M8vB9hFYgq8dlwhibcp79xS7m24wF_TpR5eph5XWqJG3JilBLKQU8f7i5tN90vkbyBf_PtAO6mWqVzvq9moa3rXwVw/s320/Cozy+carrots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190982946128849186" /></a><br /><div>Our task for today was to clean out our grow boxes and get it covered with black plastic so we will not have unruly weeds taking over next spring. Ahh, life will be easier. Along with that comes the last of the harvest, our CARROTS! More than we have normally harvested, we are quite excited about the abundant crop. We also learned that the carrots are much tastier when harvested after the first frost, which we had last week. So without knowing it, we did something right! We will do some freezing and give some away. Carrots anyone? </div>Bob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631599073167391939.post-43464079451873806842007-11-01T08:48:00.000-07:002007-11-01T09:10:51.051-07:00Can we do this?Wow, after several days of trying to do this... I think we have arrived but we just don't know where. We are enjoying being able to keep up with the blogs our children have posted and to be able to see the maturation of our grandchildren. In our perfect world, we would love to have each of our children and their families nestled closely around us, somewhat like it was with Jeff, Mary, Sarah and Nathan for that 1.5 years. Our hearts yearn to be able to in some way be able to be a part of our grandchildrens lives, but not to be too intrusive. As we study the Old Testament and review the inspiring stories of the Patriarchs and prophets of old, we feel the need to let our family know of the miracles we are experiencing and the love we have for one another. As far as pictures... we will do our best. We are however excited to be able to do this and see what evolves! Dad/BobBob and Jane Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18342994310545631528noreply@blogger.com3