<?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-1606374644659939730</id><updated>2011-10-15T05:28:53.937-07:00</updated><category term='dog'/><title type='text'>Yard of Junk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-336429270561696398</id><published>2011-10-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:01:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one little wire came loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0g8oH3FEGg/ToybZPBzs9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/USt85-mTsU4/s1600/DSC05188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0g8oH3FEGg/ToybZPBzs9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/USt85-mTsU4/s400/DSC05188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660069689531020242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOCUaoF5YWU/ToyatAbBI_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/2R40AHqkQtg/s1600/DSC05189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOCUaoF5YWU/ToyatAbBI_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/2R40AHqkQtg/s400/DSC05189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660068929695982578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going down the road and my truck started to lose power, (thank goodness for my warranty) so I pumped on the gas peddle hoping we could limp to  a pull off point Then I heard a June third kind of noise and this is what happened. As i pulled open the hood I noticed a loose wire on my coil.  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pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/S0jWbLfkbnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WzIpHiMyn6c/s400/9999999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424821513597775474" border="0" /&gt;I was driving down the road and i looked down and i had a new truck. the pictures are all the proof i need.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/S0jWa4hCosI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yJxY2SxF1Mk/s1600-h/00000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/S0jWa4hCosI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yJxY2SxF1Mk/s400/00000000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424821508503675586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-8350564295076077243?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-5829888865159215414</id><published>2009-06-27T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:51:31.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE42ByBuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7VNLXn2_1r0/s1600-h/DSC02895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE42ByBuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7VNLXn2_1r0/s400/DSC02895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352181688031119074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE4iXCQ9I/AAAAAAAAANI/yO6JY26b46w/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE4iXCQ9I/AAAAAAAAANI/yO6JY26b46w/s400/DSC02899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352181682751554514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE4doHl1I/AAAAAAAAANA/wXbrSlztPlw/s1600-h/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE4doHl1I/AAAAAAAAANA/wXbrSlztPlw/s400/DSC02900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352181681481029458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE4I98NiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NSs_JvGXrCA/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE4I98NiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NSs_JvGXrCA/s400/DSC02902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352181675935413794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          all in a day's work .  My best friend Lyle and I did what we used to do all the time. Enjoyed the day fishing.  So then our other friends joined us the next day, what an enjoyable june day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-5829888865159215414?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5829888865159215414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=5829888865159215414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5829888865159215414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5829888865159215414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-in-day.html' title='All in a day'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SkbE42ByBuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7VNLXn2_1r0/s72-c/DSC02895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-9205305915220760356</id><published>2009-06-14T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:00:55.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUraRlIgvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s7TIxt33xLc/s1600-h/DSC02833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUooBhOm1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/PkuX0Jvhxko/s400/DSC02860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347224800640015186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUmxwPGj0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y3OzZe2CzCU/s1600-h/DSC02875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUmxwPGj0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y3OzZe2CzCU/s400/DSC02875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347222768776023874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUk6xtWTWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fiWp-VEw2C0/s1600-h/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUaB-vityI/AAAAAAAAAL4/udPqRSflgQ4/s400/DSC02852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208753896929058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUZWrLVryI/AAAAAAAAALw/UDP_CeF45qU/s1600-h/DSC02825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUZWrLVryI/AAAAAAAAALw/UDP_CeF45qU/s400/DSC02825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208009910431522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what two weeks of rain,30 or so loads of rocks, a few perennials, and a lot of hard work can give you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-9205305915220760356?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9205305915220760356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=9205305915220760356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/9205305915220760356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/9205305915220760356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/moms-yard.html' title='Moms Yard'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SjUraRlIgvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s7TIxt33xLc/s72-c/DSC02833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-6146520855276756636</id><published>2008-11-11T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:24:16.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>Pup #2 in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SRn2bum_xlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xm-WP_D_HT0/s1600-h/puppy+%232+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SRn2bum_xlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xm-WP_D_HT0/s400/puppy+%232+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267512195415000658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be some technical difficulties at the Parish home, so I (Nikkala) have been asked to share the new puppy with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren's following may not realize that puppy #1 (Sotouka, Touka--I'm still not sure what her name was) was killed in cold blooded murder just about the time she was growing out of the puppy stage and turning into a "real person". Dad has had a really hard time with her loss and is barely (months later) able to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SRn2mteBxUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/boR4Ov4EEIg/s1600-h/puppy+%232+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SRn2mteBxUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/boR4Ov4EEIg/s400/puppy+%232+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267512384087508290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So pup #2 has arrived and has big shoes to fill as she tries to live up to the previous puppy, and most importantly, our beloved Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says she is black. Mom says she is mocha, and I think she is a dark brown from the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a contest being held to name her. Rumor has it that the winner will receive $50, so put on your thinking caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SRn2QSsR2uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZAyZeyViZMQ/s1600-h/puppy+%232+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SRn2QSsR2uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZAyZeyViZMQ/s400/puppy+%232+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267511998942403298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad thinks she will be called Obama because she was born in 2008 and she is almost black like him (dad's words, not mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please realize that the name judging is completely biased, so even if better names are submitted, Obama may be chosen just to save $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment with your choice of name for this adorable little gal.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-6146520855276756636?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6146520855276756636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=6146520855276756636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6146520855276756636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6146520855276756636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/pup-2-in-2008.html' title='Pup #2 in 2008'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SRn2bum_xlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xm-WP_D_HT0/s72-c/puppy+%232+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-4276284572513964672</id><published>2008-11-10T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:03:24.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-4276284572513964672?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4276284572513964672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=4276284572513964672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4276284572513964672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4276284572513964672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/puppy.html' title='puppy@'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-5029823258203010569</id><published>2008-10-14T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:34:56.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the cats away the snow men play</title><content type='html'>We woke this past Saturday to a little rain then snow, so by the time we got chores done and got ready. Troy and Sharon K stopped by for a visit.  We left about 11:00 and had terrible roads, The highway district thought it would be a skiff and then melt, but it just kept coming down.  By the time we got to Declo the road had just three tire tracks and when a car came you had to almost stop and get clear over.  When we hit sweetzer the trucks could not get up the grade and started to spin out and then blocked the two lanes, we sat for on hour and half and things moved a little then stopped again , so I got in the left side and drove around all the trucks and wreckers and made it over the top. About blue hill we were out of snow, and nothing in Logan. Had a fun time with the kids and went swimming with the boys. Here are some pictures of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-5029823258203010569?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5029823258203010569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=5029823258203010569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5029823258203010569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5029823258203010569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-cats-away-snow-men-play.html' title='when the cats away the snow men play'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-8802497879397694381</id><published>2008-10-05T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:45:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Lurkey</title><content type='html'>well Its so hard to break in a new turkey herder  but I have to work with what i get. thanks big B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5fad452885612de1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8802497879397694381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=8802497879397694381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8802497879397694381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8802497879397694381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/turkey-lurkey.html' title='Turkey Lurkey'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-6925590478340141234</id><published>2008-06-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:41:52.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken nuggets</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered where chicken nuggets come from/   I have a theory, When I went and picked up some chicks for karisa , They gave us a whole bunch of pullets. What do they do with the rooster chicks?   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So I worked at the fairgrounds hanging new gates to the grandstand.  Stopped by Papa Kelseys and had a sandwich came home and moved a fence set the water cleaned up the tools so they don't get rained on did chores and washed eggs and read the church news. Its just not the same without my friend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                               miss you Patrice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-6672273073371408873?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6672273073371408873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=6672273073371408873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6672273073371408873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6672273073371408873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-my-patty-p.html' title='I miss my Patty P.'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SE4L-6SBNTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tPmdKAnhu4g/s72-c/great+dalmutie+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-8075991098561288850</id><published>2008-04-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:45:02.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anal for asparagus part 2</title><content type='html'>Well our story resumes as we are headed south on 50 east, I just waved at Suzy and I'm still hanging on the back of the truck  by my arm pits clutching the knife and a handful of asparagus. and praying the tailgate wonn't releases on its own and splat me on the asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My lungs are burning, my charlie horses are training for Churchill downs and a death grip on the bunch of baby sprouts. I think if can get my foot on the ball  and struggle into the back of the truck I can get in the door and home safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As I get in the back, (of course it is full of treasures that I might need for my next job )I stand up and head for the front.  Just as I stand up,the truck hits the only chuck hole in the mile and throws me off balance and my foot goes through the gusset on the metal racks that I haul metal on the side of my truck with and the spare tire wedges it to the max.  Now all I have to do is get the spare tire off the carrier and get my foot out and get to the front of bed. I try to bend down but I have to many Dr peppers between me and the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I finally break loose and lunge to the tool box and as I lay on the toolbox that car honks as it pulled up behind us and rolls down there window and asks "are you Mr. fisher." and I smiled and pointed north and said he lives back about a mile and half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-8075991098561288850?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8075991098561288850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=8075991098561288850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8075991098561288850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8075991098561288850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/anal-for-asparagus-part-2.html' title='anal for asparagus part 2'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-6016908252511030746</id><published>2008-04-23T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:16:38.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anal about Asparagus Part 1</title><content type='html'>As i was coming home from town in the green73 ford 3/4 ton pickup with over 280000 miles, I spotted a newer car with some city people driving slowly looking for something going towards my house. Well I didn't take the calculator to figure out 2 + 2 = 4, and they were looking for my asparagus. Holy  Crap, I stepped on the gas and the 390  with a new transmission took off. I had to make a choice, I either decoy them or head straight to 432G My best asparagus plot, and get it picked before they discover it&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     I planned my strategy, I would move to the left lane put it in neutral and coast to the spot. I would get the ever present knife on the floor of the truck,and being the first picking I wouldn't  need a Sack.  Its right by the cracked out cement ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I made my move with precision developed over the years, slammed on the brakes and flew to the spot, got the first four cut under the ground with skill of a surgeon, spotted a few more but last year stocks needed cleaned away. Then out of the corner of my eye  I saw something, what could it be?  The truck was still in gear and headed south without me. I know the gear shift is worn out but I'm sure I hit neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     With my blinding speed and the ability to leap tall buildings in a couple of tries I figured two more good ones then I best be moving. As I was streaking I heard my mother ( Don't run with a knife or you'll get hurt.)  Well the truck was in high or I couldn't run as fast as I thought I  could. I had to make a quick decision, do I run to the road and fly or just stay on a straight course running up the borrow pit. I hit the road and thought if I run real fast with a burst of speed  I'll catch it before the first power pole. As we passed the first power pole It didn't seem like I was gaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then as my eyes began to water I noticed that my framing square had fallen and wedged in the steering wheel and was steering it straight down the road. As I made my way to the side of the truck it started edging me to the soft gravel and chunks of old pavement I began to loose momentum and as the truck raced by I flung my arms over the tailgate. Remember I still clutched a knife in my right hand and a handfull of sprouts with the other. I couldn't move my legs cause they hit my knees on the bumber witch is rounded and hard to stand on. As my boots started smoking we went by Suzies house and she waved, hands full, all I could do was tip my head in the old farmers wave and yell Hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-6016908252511030746?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6016908252511030746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=6016908252511030746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6016908252511030746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6016908252511030746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/anal-about-asparagus-part-1.html' title='Anal about Asparagus Part 1'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-8419435581309384045</id><published>2008-04-14T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:01:52.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beans and big boy under wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SAQoqUwjPdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mG7VgH5l52Q/s1600-h/grandkids+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SAQoqUwjPdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mG7VgH5l52Q/s200/grandkids+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189317378229616082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SAQoaUwjPcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XlEo7E4jXSg/s1600-h/grandkids+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SAQoaUwjPcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XlEo7E4jXSg/s200/grandkids+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189317103351709122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you go potty on the toilet you get a bean to put in your jar. after 100 you get to by a treat at kings. But you also get to pack the pit when you can reach the peddles. This kid has john deere green running through his veins. Doesn't he just look the part with his farmer tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-8419435581309384045?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8419435581309384045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=8419435581309384045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8419435581309384045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8419435581309384045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/beans-and-big-boy-under-wear.html' title='beans and big boy under wear'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/SAQoqUwjPdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mG7VgH5l52Q/s72-c/grandkids+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-866821884687120687</id><published>2008-04-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:49:37.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday drive.</title><content type='html'>We got out of church yesterday and I told Patrice we need to go for a drive. She said where? lets go to blackfoot and see the kids. They were still in church and   but they had a roast in the oven , so they couldn't be far.  We had an fun visit and then I showed Them what you do for fun when your poor. More ,Stop, more,stop. 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-3701962632655368776</id><published>2008-04-10T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:42:52.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yipee ty yi yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c078eb196d10ec8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3701962632655368776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=3701962632655368776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/3701962632655368776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/3701962632655368776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/yipee-ty-yi-yay.html' title='yipee ty yi yay'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-845023142058538212</id><published>2008-04-08T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:41:35.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun games and ponies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R_w6YUR3zQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v18FghwliZs/s1600-h/great+dalmutie+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R_w6YUR3zQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v18FghwliZs/s200/great+dalmutie+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187085060258909442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R_w6G0R3zPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SWx95J2QJoY/s1600-h/great+dalmutie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R_w6G0R3zPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SWx95J2QJoY/s200/great+dalmutie+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187084759611198706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R_w5z0R3zOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z4uQTaYxX4A/s1600-h/great+dalmutie+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R_w5z0R3zOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z4uQTaYxX4A/s200/great+dalmutie+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187084433193684194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well this past weekend Chris and Deidra came home and watched gen conf with us. Chris and I went to the Gen Priesthood session and it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;   After we came home and Kim Hobson came over and we played a card game. Having to act parts was the best maybe from some pictures you can figure out who we were.&lt;br /&gt;   Then I went out side and shot a video with my new camera,  can you tell how much my horses like me, I thought I was going to get run over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-845023142058538212?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/845023142058538212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=845023142058538212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/845023142058538212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/845023142058538212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-games-and-ponies.html' title='fun games and ponies'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R_w6YUR3zQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v18FghwliZs/s72-c/great+dalmutie+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-8810383084865556530</id><published>2008-03-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:00:43.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New work camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-8QVkR3zNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ARWCRray_yg/s1600-h/bret+robbins+dammer+diker+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-8QVkR3zNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ARWCRray_yg/s200/bret+robbins+dammer+diker+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183379658828664018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nikkala called last week and i said I needed a camera so i don.t have to download from my cell phone, she said they had one for sale, and we decided to get it with some memory sticks.  Here are some of the first pictures. can anyone tell where they were taken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-8810383084865556530?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8810383084865556530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=8810383084865556530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8810383084865556530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8810383084865556530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-work-camera.html' title='New work camera'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-8QVkR3zNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ARWCRray_yg/s72-c/bret+robbins+dammer+diker+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-6655645048674699348</id><published>2008-03-29T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:42:22.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we have a cat named HOAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-8L60R3zMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4yRf2UHf6TQ/s1600-h/032708_1746%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-8L60R3zMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4yRf2UHf6TQ/s200/032708_1746%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183374801220652226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tameka was little we brought home a little calico cat. She was a very friendly  cat.  Well every four months she comes up pregnant then she hides her kittens and the tom cat decides he doesn't want the responsibility so he does away with the little ones.then the process starts all over.  How many litters can a female cat have in eleven years every four months.  well here is the snap shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-6655645048674699348?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6655645048674699348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=6655645048674699348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6655645048674699348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6655645048674699348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-have-cat-named-hoar.html' title='we have a cat named HOAR'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-8L60R3zMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4yRf2UHf6TQ/s72-c/032708_1746%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-7968764258485057602</id><published>2008-03-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:32:52.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>riding horses at grandpas</title><content type='html'>Well this is how we ride horses at grandpas. all you need is a big brother and a jockey. one jockey assistant and camera man. There is no mess and you don't have to brush the horse and saddle him.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13c689670522c528" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13c689670522c528%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330187288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CDD3DCB1EA83B8098E8DC55DD315899DAFBF4C1.1AE2CF8838D06B3107317BED7040656F63E85E87%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13c689670522c528%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKB8GLNi13NVrlwHaz80t7BxxTxQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13c689670522c528%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330187288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CDD3DCB1EA83B8098E8DC55DD315899DAFBF4C1.1AE2CF8838D06B3107317BED7040656F63E85E87%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13c689670522c528%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKB8GLNi13NVrlwHaz80t7BxxTxQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-7968764258485057602?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=13c689670522c528&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7968764258485057602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=7968764258485057602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7968764258485057602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7968764258485057602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/riding-horses-at-grandpas.html' title='riding horses at grandpas'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-7299699141044825976</id><published>2008-03-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:30:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must be my water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-0rIUR3zLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xa7cDpVTH0o/s1600-h/032808_0711%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-0rIUR3zLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xa7cDpVTH0o/s200/032808_0711%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182846168055925938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was good to have Hudson,Dalanie and Karisa show up late last night. Big H was wound up tighter then a drum. I watched some ball games and played with the kids. Well I fixed french toast for breakfast and who should appear but little D and not the hair she came with last night, maybe its my water. She did bring her appetite and they have already gone visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-7299699141044825976?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7299699141044825976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=7299699141044825976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7299699141044825976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7299699141044825976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/must-be-my-water.html' title='must be my water'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-0rIUR3zLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xa7cDpVTH0o/s72-c/032808_0711%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-5960035064569071439</id><published>2008-03-26T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:51:41.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we think people say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-rvS0R3zJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlDNuiis8xU/s1600-h/051807_0957%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-rvS0R3zJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlDNuiis8xU/s200/051807_0957%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182217427793464466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes people say things that are not the truth but in there eyes and choice of words are different than what i visualize. case in point, Bob Beck says ( I have a little hole in my main line.)  This is not what i thought.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-5960035064569071439?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5960035064569071439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=5960035064569071439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5960035064569071439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5960035064569071439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-we-think-people-say.html' title='what we think people say'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-rvS0R3zJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlDNuiis8xU/s72-c/051807_0957%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-2241995081436453591</id><published>2008-03-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:54:23.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>genuis genes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-k8NER3zII/AAAAAAAAAGE/lo-RhX_-ZPU/s1600-h/032408_1628%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-k8NER3zII/AAAAAAAAAGE/lo-RhX_-ZPU/s200/032408_1628%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181739041451134082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just finished a little job out to the pig barn. last week ray helms called and said he needed my help now.  I loaded up and went out and he said i would have to climb up the elevator 85 foot to see the problem.  The top roller that all the belt and cups go over had broken the main shaft away from the pulley.  The belt and cups weigh aver five hundred pounds.  So i Thought what i needed and came home and built a little pipe bird cage and spreader bar. I took it out and hoisted all the stuff up the rope and took what i thought i needed.  Ray helped me set the bird cage on top of the elevator leg hooked up my come along and fit some pins under the belt and raised the belt up three feet then we took the bearing bolts out and i torched the frame work  so we could lift out the pulley and shaft and gear box all at once.  We tied the rope over the motor housing and took a wrap around the ladder and then we let this 150 lbs down from the top in the ladder cage.&lt;br /&gt;  I brought it home and had to rebuild the 12 x 16 inch pulley, new bearings and seals .&lt;br /&gt;    Then today I went out and hoisted all the stuff and welder lead welded a hoop on the motor frame and put a pulley , then ran the rope up the cage and over the top to the skid steer loader and  ray backed up the skid loader and I guided the rope up the ladder cage. We lifted the new piece up and in place adjusted the bearings and linedup the big pulley and welded all the cut out pieces, welded the gear box stablizer bar.  grabbed the come along and let it down with the belt, took out the pins, let everything down and as I rolled ;up the leads Ray said that's why I call &lt;br /&gt;Warren Parish.    You can see in the picture how high up we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-2241995081436453591?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2241995081436453591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=2241995081436453591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2241995081436453591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2241995081436453591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/genuis-genes.html' title='genuis genes.'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R-k8NER3zII/AAAAAAAAAGE/lo-RhX_-ZPU/s72-c/032408_1628%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-7850828359124123439</id><published>2008-02-22T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:42:00.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rode the big one</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as i was writing out some checks and patrice was doing laundry i felt the bench at the snack bar start to shake. I thought she had come over and and was wiggling the bench, or one of the gravel trucks was going down the road.  I said  "we have just had a earthquake." I looked at the clock and it was 7:16 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;   In 1971Feb. I was just out on my mission a month still with my trainer and about 6:00 a m it felt like elder jenne had come over and was shaking the bed, the closet doors were rattling and the whole room was swaying.    Then i realized it was an earthquake. It killed some sixty people and dropped freeways , and put a crack in a dam. What amazed me was that the swimming pool had lost three forths of the water that was in it. For the earth to shake and tremble is weird but to move enough to slop the water out of the pool it had to really go sideways quite a way. You can go on scarry rides but you can always get back to solid ground but when the solid ground shakes it a helpless feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-7850828359124123439?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7850828359124123439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=7850828359124123439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7850828359124123439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7850828359124123439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-rode-big-one.html' title='I rode the big one'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-8912394865990412431</id><published>2008-02-19T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:52:28.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged but I'm the last one so there is no one else to tag.&lt;br /&gt;      ten years ago I had a house full of girls and enjoying them. We were probable&lt;br /&gt; working on some stupid pig barn job, or outside freezing to death. who cares about 10 years ago,I don't remember what i did last week.  I could have been pulling the kids around the mile on the big plastic lid on a snow day.&lt;br /&gt;     snacks i enjoy.   You could call it an open container, if it is open i like it. I have been known to associate with cinnamon bears before. maybe something with sugar in it. Maybe sunflower seeds.&lt;br /&gt;   If I were a millionaire, I would pay someone to clean the shop till the money ran out.&lt;br /&gt;      A bad habit that i have.   not telling people that mean a lot to me thanks when they do things for me.  Trying to find out from strangers if they and I know someone in common.  Not carrying out my days (things to dos)&lt;br /&gt;      jobs Ive had. breaking horses, hauling hay,Del Monte pea and (corn harvester)&lt;br /&gt;      Truck driver in potato harvest, Missionary, Weld rite, Jones construction, The Iron House, Parish's Iron House, WEPCO. Dad, Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;    Things you don't know about me.  I'm really shy and have to work on talking in public.  I'm a neat freak, but i try to hide it. I really enjoy life , and i get a big thrill when others have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-8912394865990412431?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8912394865990412431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=8912394865990412431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8912394865990412431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8912394865990412431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-1906728747386597625</id><published>2008-02-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:39:50.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>high desert milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6pvacShcFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/h78wRNyqBjM/s1600-h/high+desert+milk+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6pvacShcFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/h78wRNyqBjM/s200/high+desert+milk+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164062422794858578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6puhsShcEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ervEfGpd2IM/s1600-h/high+desert+milk+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6puhsShcEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ervEfGpd2IM/s200/high+desert+milk+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164061447837282370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6puNsShcDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YmeMKaqLOTE/s1600-h/high+desert+milk+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6puNsShcDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YmeMKaqLOTE/s200/high+desert+milk+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164061104239898674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6pt3sShcCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/c4se-Zc_JRY/s1600-h/high+desert+milk+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6pt3sShcCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/c4se-Zc_JRY/s200/high+desert+milk+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164060726282776610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6ptcMShcBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YbsYbxbD53I/s1600-h/high+desert+milk+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6ptcMShcBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YbsYbxbD53I/s200/high+desert+milk+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164060253836374034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    well i don't have any cute pictures and haven't been or done anything fun &lt;br /&gt;to post about.&lt;br /&gt;    Last night at round table I  received an award to hang in the  den on the wall. I guess that the longer you stay in scouts the more perturbed you are the madder you get for the way things are run the more they recognize you. I think the silver beaver is for going and hiding in an underground den and staying out of every ones way.&lt;br /&gt;    I have to brag on myself (cause no one else will) about a little job i got to do at the high desert milk plant.&lt;br /&gt;   Art called me two summers ago and asked if i could put some embeds in the concrete for the great big stainless steel tanks. So I went and looked and figured out how to do them. I made some jigs and junk and had some help holding and leveling them while I welded them.  I had to get them the right height. the right radius, in the right degree from the door way.  Steve from Lundall came by as i was doing them and asked if they were solid, I jumped one to the next and said they seemed good and stable, then he said they could have done them but they were short of men.&lt;br /&gt;   Then Leroy called from RTC and said they wanted me to put the embeds in at high desert milk and they told him they wanted the same guy that did Gosners because they were dang near perfect, I said he was just kidding me  but he said all they have talked about was getting the same guy that did them last. So it was kind of the same as last except i had to extend my jigs and different pattern And train new guys (which i flashed because of their language). &lt;br /&gt;   Well Leroy called and said he needed more pin caps and they were setting the tanks, so i went down and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;   As I talked to some guys welding the tanks down they said they were in pretty good  shape.   If i had screwed up and cost the crane a little time in setting them, well thsy said the tanks were 38000 lbs and 12 foot in dia. and 80 foot tall. I cost 10000 to bring the crane in and 10000 out and 500 dollars an hour. Pocket change for the Wepster that got them in the right place.  I guess that it was important and cost effective to do it right the first time.&lt;br /&gt;   Here are some pictures from the project. The top of the building is 120 feet. And i have four pads with 5 rings on each one. I have too weld the last two pads after they get done moving all the equipment to the top oa the building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-1906728747386597625?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1906728747386597625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=1906728747386597625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/1906728747386597625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/1906728747386597625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/high-desert-milk.html' title='high desert milk'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R6pvacShcFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/h78wRNyqBjM/s72-c/high+desert+milk+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-551613126641804827</id><published>2008-01-27T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:17:27.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. dr. chef wepco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50fCMShcAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-Hd374Lnh4c/s1600-h/patrice+camera+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50fCMShcAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-Hd374Lnh4c/s200/patrice+camera+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160314870555570178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50e18Shb_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AXIw_J7CPH4/s1600-h/patrice+camera+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50e18Shb_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AXIw_J7CPH4/s200/patrice+camera+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160314660102172658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50eh8Shb-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/xsT5TmqMYn4/s1600-h/patrice+camera+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50eh8Shb-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/xsT5TmqMYn4/s200/patrice+camera+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160314316504788962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50eIcShb9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-_g2S6xKITk/s1600-h/patrice+camera+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50eIcShb9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-_g2S6xKITk/s200/patrice+camera+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160313878418124754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well here it is sunday and the wind is blowing a dust storm like never before. we havent seen wattersons or macias house all day.&lt;br /&gt;   I had to speak in oakley 1 ward in the ward conf young mens, then i had to take some stuff to the pella wards, when I got home mom said she was hungry so i fixed us some breakfast. now for those of you that think uncle lyle is the only chef need to remember that i watch Rachel Ray. so here is a pic of breakfast the wepco style.&lt;br /&gt;  Mom is doing really well, i get to tuck her in and make sure her feet are covered for here many naps.  squirt hair stuff on her head and unlock the bathroom when she locks herself in the bathroom.  It is good that i can work and still check on her during the day. hopefully  i can post some pictures of the lady that feels she is in house arrest cause of the ankle bracelet. We got her bandages off today and she is almost good as new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-551613126641804827?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/551613126641804827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=551613126641804827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/551613126641804827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/551613126641804827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/mr-dr-chef-wepco.html' title='Mr. dr. chef wepco'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/R50fCMShcAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-Hd374Lnh4c/s72-c/patrice+camera+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-2971998095418149260</id><published>2008-01-24T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:54:33.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>january memories.</title><content type='html'>Well i remember that on the 16 jan 1971 i entered the mission home, where the conference center now stands. Lyle and mam took me down in lyles oldsmobile. then to hit California with the palm trees and 60 degree weather it was a shock. Then i came home on the 21 of jan 1973. to frozen tundra, no girl freind. Randy playing b b all at the west minico jr high school. I changed clothes in the back of dads impala on the way to the school.  at half time the little warriorettes did there marching routine, they were cute little girls, little did i know what lay ahead for one of them. I should have yelled Patrice  run as fast as you can and dont look back. I'm happy the way things worked out, I have a wonderfull wife  and four beautiful daughters, good son in laws, and the best dang grand kids i could have  hoped for. I  have great friends, good job, and i get to play in the shop all day. If i didnt have january would i appreciate june,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-2971998095418149260?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2971998095418149260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=2971998095418149260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2971998095418149260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2971998095418149260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-memories.html' title='january memories.'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-3894878580306117411</id><published>2007-12-20T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:34:38.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming of a white Christmas!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well here it is close to Christmas and the rain is making puddles in the drive way and every thing is dripping wet. I had to go measure rail on a new house on the river, the gate was locked to the road that led to the house through the field. I went to the nest mile and went to the Larsons house then continued along the bottom of the field for a mile spinning mud all over my truck. A lesser driver would have gotten stuck. I walked around back with my extension ladder to get to the deck above all around the house was new dirt as backfill needless to say i was glad to have the ladder to help me from disappearing.  a taller man would have been ok.  Then I,m on this new deck that is 16 inch square tiles, guess what the mess looked like when is was done.  looked  like someone had worked cattle for half a day. If the ground turns cold and covered with snow I will be lots happier.  Merry Christmas   If anyone has a good Idea for mom for Christmas Im all ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-3894878580306117411?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3894878580306117411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=3894878580306117411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/3894878580306117411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/3894878580306117411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='dreaming of a white Christmas!!!!!!!'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-4272169923924493156</id><published>2007-12-10T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:47:37.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been a good boy , cept</title><content type='html'>Well christmas is about here, the tree is up, Moms decorations litter the  front room and the nativities are safe down stairs, the bed is a little tricky to make because of the pillows! I can never get it just right and i havent figured out how to set them in the chair so in the morning i can just put them back. When i do get it figured out it will be time for a new quilt and new  look. I have had a busy and wonderful year . I lost my dad and aunt bea, ill miss her hugs at church every sunday. and still waiting for my dollar from dads estate, unless the lawyer got it all. I havent got to play as much as i had hoped, water skiing, fishing, hunting, horse back riding, and taking mom on a get away. I guess you just have to play as you go so life is bearable. I have been blessed with good health, good family, wonderful wife great kids , adorable grand kids, stupid dog, lots of work and tools to do it with. What could i possibly need for Christmas, not much, just knowing my family is doing well and love to come home and feed apples to the horses and laughing at me when i run through the house in my long handles like an overweight balerina. and poking fun at me cause their jealeous of me and my media in the yard, Ive been a good boy cept i could have been better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-4272169923924493156?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4272169923924493156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=4272169923924493156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4272169923924493156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4272169923924493156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-been-good-boy-cept.html' title='I have been a good boy , cept'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-1408679421904320889</id><published>2007-09-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:20:54.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still workingat delis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RvhiR74-05I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dN2cYO6fpqU/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RvhiR74-05I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dN2cYO6fpqU/s200/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113945437153186706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rvhhsb4-04I/AAAAAAAAAEs/N7FChxBCDnc/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rvhhsb4-04I/AAAAAAAAAEs/N7FChxBCDnc/s200/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113944792908092290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm still working at magic valley produce, Patrice came over sat. and brought lunch. here is a picture of the beam that you guys helped me set.  Everytime i go over there, there is something new to figure out.  I  went over sat to finish welding the handrail around the stairs, but Jose louis said thet pete didn't like the stairs but didn't know where to put them,(I could tell him where to put them) He said the lady upstairs wouldn't have enough room. move the stupid wall upstairs 9 feet and put the conveyor over the stairs comming up.all the posts and red iron was the work I did this summer.&lt;br /&gt;   Chad called during the day and asked if i could meet him at delis's. I sure could in fifteen minutes. When i got there chad rolled his eyes  and said here we go again. &lt;br /&gt;   Chad Warren Jose Luise (Mech.) Dave (know it all foreman) Dean (costa delis's grandson). They all said we needed more room and it was just to crowded and wouldnt work. I said cover the stairs comming up and put the conveyor on the top of it and move the wall back nine feet.  mmmmm maybe that would work. Of course it would work im the wepenator. people need to just think a little. besides i've heard that there is a genius in the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-1408679421904320889?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1408679421904320889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=1408679421904320889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/1408679421904320889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/1408679421904320889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-workingat-delis.html' title='still workingat delis'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RvhiR74-05I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dN2cYO6fpqU/s72-c/DSC01144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-7200934024325971294</id><published>2007-09-24T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:05:44.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bentley and pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rve9DL4-03I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yDhEsGREyj8/s1600-h/bentley_pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rve9DL4-03I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yDhEsGREyj8/s200/bentley_pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113763764331533170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its about time that i post because i have been waitng for Jimmy Chris Bob to blog but he is a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sat little Bentley got to come for a short visit. He got to ride Grandmas pumpkin, help papa feed apples to the horses, and feed the chickens. then we got to eat grandmas pork chops fresh french fries, well little B started out with a side order of crunch berries, then ate almost all the french fries, then went had dessert of fresh sliced peaches, I didnt know you could eat a whole bowl without taking a breath. the snot was dripping off his top lip, the peach juice was running down his chin,hands arms belly and i forgot how little kids eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fall the orchard and some one to enjoy it with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-7200934024325971294?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7200934024325971294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=7200934024325971294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7200934024325971294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7200934024325971294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/bentley-and-pumpkin.html' title='bentley and pumpkin'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rve9DL4-03I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yDhEsGREyj8/s72-c/bentley_pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-8274941644077648900</id><published>2007-07-29T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:52:03.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DD layneee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rq1gXxn_ELI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Po0STpgNBB0/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rq1gXxn_ELI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Po0STpgNBB0/s200/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092832715200204978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rq1gTxn_EKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UhqRovogino/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rq1gTxn_EKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UhqRovogino/s200/sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092832646480728226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rq1gMhn_EJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qyo1i3z_ndE/s1600-h/precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rq1gMhn_EJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qyo1i3z_ndE/s200/precious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092832521926676626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we got our work done and headed to firth to see the latest member of our family.  As we got there Karisa was home alone up and around and doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;She said at one time we could load up and go find Brent. (she just had a kid!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I got to hold lanie and what a living doll. she is so precious , Long black hair and the longest fingers. My mom had the biggest hands and was so embarresd that all through high school she would try to hide them. Then she realized that heavenly father gave them to her to help other people.  This morning i awoke to the D girl in my bed. her and i spent some time just getting to know her spirit, every move she made was so fun to watch. I am so glad she is here safe and sound and her mom is dong so well. Grandma P thinks keese will have them in the semi for the harvest.  And Brent is so proud of the little girl that will be a big handfull but be his best freind in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Im a pretty proud (Papa) myself.  Patrice is staying for a few days and maybe by then she can get hudson to smile, (what a giggle puss) the other night when he came in and saw grandma parish. He was bouncing off the walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-8274941644077648900?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8274941644077648900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=8274941644077648900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8274941644077648900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/8274941644077648900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/07/dd-layneee.html' title='DD layneee'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rq1gXxn_ELI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Po0STpgNBB0/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-4132500339279861380</id><published>2007-07-25T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:00:29.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-4132500339279861380?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4132500339279861380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=4132500339279861380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4132500339279861380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4132500339279861380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-6326739134627899327</id><published>2007-07-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:19:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why I hate neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RqgSqRn_EEI/AAAAAAAAADU/szKFORKXSFw/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RqgSqRn_EEI/AAAAAAAAADU/szKFORKXSFw/s200/DSC03338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091339896237264962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RqgSYRn_EDI/AAAAAAAAADM/oWd5ZDgMNgg/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RqgSYRn_EDI/AAAAAAAAADM/oWd5ZDgMNgg/s200/DSC03337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091339586999619634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RqgSJhn_ECI/AAAAAAAAADE/KXLFMcgsMZw/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RqgSJhn_ECI/AAAAAAAAADE/KXLFMcgsMZw/s200/DSC03339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091339333596549154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone.   Setting here in my chair waiting to go hting, but nobody  is at home, so i tried going to sleep  but my arms and shoulders ache so bad.  I finished my fifth beam at Delis's and it is raining so i decide d to see if i could blog without the meeky princess ( i miss that girl)  Well you have all been home and  seen the tree house next door. As i was sitting  in the chair I looked out the open window and saw a sight that brought back alot of fond memories. (Kimmy and the prairredogs)  al the sleep overs. dave beck our home teacher giving us the lesson in the tree house. The construction of the tree house and the geocache. Then you  take  a little twelve year old boy that his parents are divorced and he is staying at grandmas with nothing to do. I confronted him thrice and took the ladder down and asked if thingds wern't ok at home. he finally got the job done and i haven't seen him and the cousins since.  Well we planted trees a few years back and by the time the grand kids are ready for one  they will be  big enough. (When Bentley gets brave enough to climb.)   maybe they can help  me build it. I hope things are good enough in your life that you don't have to tear somebody or something down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-6326739134627899327?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6326739134627899327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=6326739134627899327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6326739134627899327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6326739134627899327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-i-hate-neighbors.html' title='why I hate neighbors'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RqgSqRn_EEI/AAAAAAAAADU/szKFORKXSFw/s72-c/DSC03338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-1097430983521189713</id><published>2007-06-17T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:55:12.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnVmr9fJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gbdxRUAp5JQ/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnVmr9fJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gbdxRUAp5JQ/s200/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077077060355743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnVmVtfJ3eI/AAAAAAAAACs/bcgPi8Z6sOs/s1600-h/CNXT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnVmVtfJ3eI/AAAAAAAAACs/bcgPi8Z6sOs/s200/CNXT0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077076678103653858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnVkvNfJ3dI/AAAAAAAAACk/nxZg4lp56HY/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnVkvNfJ3dI/AAAAAAAAACk/nxZg4lp56HY/s200/DSC00878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074917167062482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  was a busy week, and instead of getting more done i ended up with more jobs. chad called  and i met him a delis s patotoe packing shed , on the tracks going to grandpa's.  they are shutting down in a couple of weeks and i have to have all the beams and posts  ready to go in when they have all the old machinary out  and support the roof and box room with out any posts in the middle. It could be a night mare but we will get it done.&lt;br /&gt;I will allways appreciate all my little helpers with all the work we used to do.  how about doing mellings chores and does anybody remember the spud cellars? dworshak school, unnumbered hand rail jobs. Nikkala on the punch, karisa on the track torch, hand torch and reamer. deidra welding pin caps and handrail, tameka the power hack saw , welding pin caps, painting and being my hay hauling driver. you girls will never know how much i appreciated your freindship and help.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of each one of you and the beautifull women you've become, maybe because of our experiences you will be fantastic mothers and wives.   I love you  and  i have a happy father's day every day !  love dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-1097430983521189713?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1097430983521189713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=1097430983521189713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/1097430983521189713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/1097430983521189713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-my-girls.html' title='I love my girls'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnVmr9fJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gbdxRUAp5JQ/s72-c/DSC00473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-5904432893615723445</id><published>2007-06-15T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:48:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLUE GHETTO RIDES AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnNq_9fJ3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/030edDQmz7I/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnNq_9fJ3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/030edDQmz7I/s200/DSC00866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076518852046216626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnNqydfJ3aI/AAAAAAAAACM/--BqDu7T4_8/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnNqydfJ3aI/AAAAAAAAACM/--BqDu7T4_8/s200/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076518620117982626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i sluffed the cousins party and braden , tameka,  and I went to the river, It was totally awesome just like glass and  only one boat, alec helms and tyler seamons. wonder how they found our spot. I warmed the ole girl up and then we hit bugs smashing speeds. Tameka got on the wake board and did totally well. The only thing left is the after skiing party.  Mom just went to bed and the kids ar being kids. I might have to put in some spark plugs and lube  but we did forget to put in the plug , so we had to come out of the water and save our lives. the offer is out, if you want the blue ghetto, you have to take the junk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnNreNfJ3cI/AAAAAAAAACc/RuOruqaS03s/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnNreNfJ3cI/AAAAAAAAACc/RuOruqaS03s/s200/DSC00872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076519371737259458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-5904432893615723445?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5904432893615723445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=5904432893615723445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5904432893615723445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5904432893615723445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/06/blue-ghetto-rides-again.html' title='THE BLUE GHETTO RIDES AGAIN'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RnNq_9fJ3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/030edDQmz7I/s72-c/DSC00866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-7151000607837711119</id><published>2007-06-03T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:23:47.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time flys even if your not having fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RmMG065qG0I/AAAAAAAAACE/R8yHjIRjDCg/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RmMG065qG0I/AAAAAAAAACE/R8yHjIRjDCg/s200/DSC00763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071905111583365954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RmMF-K5qGzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CAZFwGBTTYI/s1600-h/babytameka011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RmMF-K5qGzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CAZFwGBTTYI/s200/babytameka011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071904170985528114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have to  apoligize to my fans, and especially chrissy jim bob. I think Im in his trash can. This last month has been wild and crazy.  Work has been an adventure with more work to do and stuff than i have ever had to do .I have two high school kids working for me and thats a pain. (wish i had the old crew back that we busted butt then went water skiing, they were awesome.) I have to show them ever thing to do and every thing is different. I had them welding pin caps for two days, and then Jared Rhett Jensen came and took them  all. It really deflated there ego s to see all the empty paint cans again.&lt;br /&gt;   Mom and i are headed to utah mon night , we have to be at the galvinizers and 700 am then pick up stair treads, then meet with the patent attorny at 2:00 get to the temple, then pick up the stuff at the galvinizers at 7;00 p m and then head home.                                                                                 this past week we were building the columns for franklin building and i told jason jones that i wanted an exact measurement so i could cut the 48 foot six inch  pipe and get the bollards so i didnt have any waste in the material. long story short he got the old plans and figured  a 2/12 pitch . after they were done and painted and deleveried ,I get a call    they were all wrong it should have been2 1/2 on 12 pitch. I picked them up and brought them home and cut the bollards up for the 28 inch peices.   Measure. cut, grind , fit up , weld, clean, then paint, load on the trailer and deliever. the next day I get a call, out of eight  four were wrong, he had thought the left were rights and the rights were lefts.   then i start the process all over again, ugh!! when i have so much to do  i hate doing things over . DO IT RIGHT  THE FIRST TIME       I got released  from my eleven year old scouts  acouple weeks ago. It was one job that i could be myself and the stories were new to the kids i only had them for a year, and they laughed at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;  Mom has really been working hard in the yard, and is taking shape. im posting  a picture of a pump. I dont know if you know the story. After my mission i visited betty and carol and there families in glenns ferry , as i was driving doen the road i spotted  trach heap (being one to never miss an opportunity i spotted this pump in peices and found a cast iron pot, they went with me to california in 74 and hung in the newmans yard and came to Idaho in 76 . a couple of years ago we made a pond  in the back yard, and i love the sound and the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-7151000607837711119?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7151000607837711119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=7151000607837711119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7151000607837711119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7151000607837711119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-flys-even-if-your-not-having-fun.html' title='time flys even if your not having fun'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RmMG065qG0I/AAAAAAAAACE/R8yHjIRjDCg/s72-c/DSC00763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-5224556523362513136</id><published>2007-04-18T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:46:37.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RibWNkyycSI/AAAAAAAAABs/0rchrlyPyMg/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RibWNkyycSI/AAAAAAAAABs/0rchrlyPyMg/s200/DSC02678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054963160473301282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We had a big bon fire  monday night and the scouts and families came. we burned the trash pile across the canal , then the kids started t o bring tumble weeds to put onthe  fire. They had a blast and started sliding down the gravel pit. long story short, they had a good time and tonight for scouts  not many showed up cause of monday night, there loss.  WE planned a five mile hike for next wed night. Hope we have good wweather.   They all just left and mom is at the family history center and Tamekas a  mia. I have the house to myself, but dont know what to to. So ill post a little blog and then go get the grim reapers cycle for the big every fifteen mins tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;    Well i just went to thepictures and found a good one so im downloading it because I dont have any thing to write about. I really hope you enjoy the picture.&lt;br /&gt;    Just if you wanted to know, I have more work lined up than i  have ever had. Maybe well be working on the garage this year. For all of you slacking bloggers , get off your butts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-5224556523362513136?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5224556523362513136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=5224556523362513136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5224556523362513136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5224556523362513136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/04/house-to-myself.html' title='house to myself'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RibWNkyycSI/AAAAAAAAABs/0rchrlyPyMg/s72-c/DSC02678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-5211671617023437964</id><published>2007-04-08T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:16:14.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rhkw0EbdBoI/AAAAAAAAABk/CDcu2TB90UE/s1600-h/asparagrass+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rhkw0EbdBoI/AAAAAAAAABk/CDcu2TB90UE/s200/asparagrass+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051122128172942978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I was just a little boy, I loved to be out doors and see the wonders of spring .  One of the fun things to do was to pick asparagrass and take it home to mom. She would be so excited and give me a big hug and teel me how much she loved asparagrass. I think the reason i love to harvest  the big A , Is the faces on the peoples faces and the gratitude they have. Then you try to give it to someone  and its almost a burden for them to take it. So I kind of know the people on my&lt;br /&gt;Easter big A list.&lt;br /&gt;      Then it has to be the blooms on the trees and all the flowers and it amazes me  how a little plant with some warm weather can shake off the cold winter and  make things beautifull. I'm excited about the orchard , mom did a lot of hard work and i sprayed oil , and now all we have to do is time the frost with blossoms or sets. The orchard looks so open without the cherrie tree.&lt;br /&gt;       nest is the Savior's ressurection and what great blessing the world received, that we can all be ressurected and live again. I know that this is true, and all the words of the living prophets . I would  be lost if I didn't have this knowledge and opportunity.    And most of all , i'm greatfull for the best family in the world!!  There support, there help and just being to share there lives and all the things we did while they were growing up. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-5211671617023437964?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5211671617023437964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=5211671617023437964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5211671617023437964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/5211671617023437964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter_08.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rhkw0EbdBoI/AAAAAAAAABk/CDcu2TB90UE/s72-c/asparagrass+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-3510011774887224043</id><published>2007-04-08T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:16:11.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rhkw0EbdBoI/AAAAAAAAABk/CDcu2TB90UE/s1600-h/asparagrass+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rhkw0EbdBoI/AAAAAAAAABk/CDcu2TB90UE/s200/asparagrass+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051122128172942978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I was just a little boy, I loved to be out doors and see the wonders of spring .  One of the fun things to do was to pick asparagrass and take it home to mom. She would be so excited and give me a big hug and teel me how much she loved asparagrass. I think the reason i love to harvest  the big A , Is the faces on the peoples faces and the gratitude they have. Then you try to give it to someone  and its almost a burden for them to take it. So I kind of know the people on my&lt;br /&gt;Easter big A list.&lt;br /&gt;      Then it has to be the blooms on the trees and all the flowers and it amazes me  how a little plant with some warm weather can shake off the cold winter and  make things beautifull. I'm excited about the orchard , mom did a lot of hard work and i sprayed oil , and now all we have to do is time the frost with blossoms or sets. The orchard looks so open without the cherrie tree.&lt;br /&gt;       nest is the Savior's ressurection and what great blessing the world received, that we can all be ressurected and live again. I know that this is true, and all the words of the living prophets . I would  be lost if I didn't have this knowledge and opportunity.    And most of all , i'm greatfull for the best family in the world!!  There support, there help and just being to share there lives and all the things we did while they were growing up. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-3510011774887224043?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3510011774887224043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=3510011774887224043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/3510011774887224043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/3510011774887224043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rhkw0EbdBoI/AAAAAAAAABk/CDcu2TB90UE/s72-c/asparagrass+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-7595909157535601230</id><published>2007-03-31T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:47:10.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rg6O_lvUOkI/AAAAAAAAABc/QaDnW-dAKlk/s1600-h/100_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rg6O_lvUOkI/AAAAAAAAABc/QaDnW-dAKlk/s200/100_1858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048129455442377282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rg6KOVvUOjI/AAAAAAAAABU/FmsRDefpb6w/s1600-h/100_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rg6KOVvUOjI/AAAAAAAAABU/FmsRDefpb6w/s200/100_1864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048124211287308850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rg6F4lvUOiI/AAAAAAAAABM/mVuhjqDHhSc/s1600-h/100_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rg6F4lvUOiI/AAAAAAAAABM/mVuhjqDHhSc/s200/100_1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048119439578642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday Tameka and Chelsea talked me into taking them fishing to salmon falls damn.   But of course  they were out with the boys till all hours of the night, looking at chickens and being crazy. So at 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;o'clock&lt;/span&gt; am they weren't the happiest campers. They had to make sandwiches while i loaded the gear. They slept the whole way over there. There must of been a good storm cause the borrow pits and ditches were full of snow, I thought it could be cold. ( it was colder then that.)&lt;br /&gt;  As we were fishing  and having much success this brand new loaded suburban pulled up close to where we were.  Four older gentlemen got out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to dress in the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cabelas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt;. they had everything  from the long brimmed hats to the clip on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;magnifying&lt;/span&gt; glass to tie on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt; with. Why do you need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; waders? To blend in with the under water forest or sagebrush patches?  Needless to say i caught four while they were getting ready. I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; with the older one and said you can have my spot, but remember there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ninety&lt;/span&gt; foot drop off  right in front of you. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; seen a fish roll all day, but they were using dry flies that they were using three years ago. I gave the younger one  a leach and he caught one just before we left.  After taking the girls  I remember why i like going with Lyle, and the boys.  It was fun and hope to do more of it before Tameka leaves for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-7595909157535601230?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7595909157535601230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=7595909157535601230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7595909157535601230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7595909157535601230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/fishing-in-dark.html' title='fishing in the dark'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rg6O_lvUOkI/AAAAAAAAABc/QaDnW-dAKlk/s72-c/100_1858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-9145399926375325548</id><published>2007-03-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:18:40.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgneUFvUOhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sH_teO8eFCE/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgneUFvUOhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sH_teO8eFCE/s200/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046809294164736530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well I never got many hits on Myron .I thought that the picture i used  of him just showing how talented he was  stood a better chance than the real picture of him. So through desperate measures I will now show a close up of the world famous trick dog. and skunk chaser, Myron Goldberg for your veiwing pleasure.  Please remember that he is some mothers son, and she is very proud of him. maybe i should change the price to OBO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-9145399926375325548?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9145399926375325548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=9145399926375325548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/9145399926375325548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/9145399926375325548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-photo.html' title='new Photo'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgneUFvUOhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sH_teO8eFCE/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-7395917809961013533</id><published>2007-03-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T07:05:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myron Goldberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfVEBFnDjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ilnOx6B_DFM/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfVEBFnDjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ilnOx6B_DFM/s200/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046236172480089650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here is a picture of the most famous dog, Myron Goldberg . He is Jewish, and also Irish, cause he was born on Saint ptricks day. My brother Randy gave him to us when we got back from D.C. I  spent a little time with him and taught him about 15 tricks. Set, stay, laydown, go through my legs, speak, jump over stuff, jump through a hula hoop, roll over, fetch, pull rescue rope,wink one eye, jump rope with me, pee on tires,jump over hurdles,spin in circles.  Now the, question is , Is Myron a smart dog , or is warren a good trainer?  Anyway Im asking  $800.00 for the dog,  coller and hula hoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-7395917809961013533?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7395917809961013533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=7395917809961013533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7395917809961013533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/7395917809961013533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/myron-goldberg.html' title='Myron Goldberg'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfVEBFnDjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ilnOx6B_DFM/s72-c/DSC00278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-420366442011231549</id><published>2007-03-25T17:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:41:18.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>think winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfNHBFnDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HvbuLF_4kD0/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfNHBFnDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HvbuLF_4kD0/s200/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046227427926674962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfNHhFnDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jx3PhuKFzCY/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfNHhFnDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jx3PhuKFzCY/s200/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046227436516609570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the orchard yesterday taking out the cherry tree. I dug around it and got the chain saw and cut the big roots around the stump, then i took my 2 ton come along and chained around the willow tree at the base. Then went through the tree to the far big branch and hooked on. It was amazing to here the roots snapping and popping, then i hooked it to the pear tree and pulled in the oppisite direction. Then i got the electric chain saw and cut it up in 8  inch peices so i can use it in the smoker im building.&lt;br /&gt;      Then i walked by the apricot tree . the!@#@$ thing thinks its spring and every branch is in full bloom top to bottom. I wish this little tree would still be thinking of winter!!&lt;br /&gt;      For my hort. daughters, what is the chance it wont freeze again till August?&lt;br /&gt;      Stupid little tree, always wants to be the first, crap there aint any bees in the valley, there still in california working the almonds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-420366442011231549?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/420366442011231549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=420366442011231549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/420366442011231549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/420366442011231549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/think-winter.html' title='think winter'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/RgfNHBFnDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HvbuLF_4kD0/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-2623861892980190433</id><published>2007-02-21T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:14:59.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rd0mqwQa16I/AAAAAAAAAAY/r-92hJElq8c/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rd0mqwQa16I/AAAAAAAAAAY/r-92hJElq8c/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034222474420213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    today i straightened  Fred Woods forklift  steering bar, four minutes, cut off Bret Robbins shower spacer , six minutes.  Met Tameka at Alltell and paid 353.47 for three phones and a new plan. Took moms car to the tire shop, four tires, 200.00.  Went to lunch at main street burger, 5.29.  went home and got the truck and went to pacificand got some angle iron for arts grates 234.15. Went home and got the suburban and took it to tires west, four tires, 770.00, but got some free beef, (the sausage kind, uck.) then went home and welded for one houor and fifteen minutes. Time for scouts and supper, what a wasted day. but mom can go styling in the lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;    today i gotmy first full can of eggs, 24 to be exact, thank goodness for spring.&lt;br /&gt;    I saw my first robin a while ago, and realized that the kill deers will be here any day. Usually i her my first one late at night while im feeding the horses and they are still moving north, around my moms birthday, March 4.&lt;br /&gt;    WENt to Dads birthday party last night, full house, they invited all the ladies in the apartment. Had some good laughs and then dad headed for his room, (Jazz game) on the tube. He was happy and so were we. &lt;br /&gt;    hopfully i can post a picture  of my spring with my new phone camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-2623861892980190433?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2623861892980190433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=2623861892980190433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2623861892980190433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2623861892980190433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-waste.html' title='today was a waste'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rd0mqwQa16I/AAAAAAAAAAY/r-92hJElq8c/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-6333275402954226950</id><published>2007-02-11T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T08:55:03.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the freaking computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rc9KaWi57HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9xDr_v8sRC0/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rc9KaWi57HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9xDr_v8sRC0/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030321125385170034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was in school and learned to type on the old typewriter, with mrs Bedke. everyone wanted the new electric typwriters. Not me, cause i would touch a key and it would put nine to ten leters before i knew what was going on. the old typwriter was so hard on my hands ,cause you had to pushreally hard really fast and they would cramp up and my whole arms would ache. I could put the carriage where i wanted the letters and they would be there. Now this stupid commputer has so many damn keys that they do ten million things I don't know what to do.  Maybe its not the stupid commputer as much asit is the stupid old man.   I'm starting the family history class, and I have to write my family history.  wouldn't it be ? to have my family history written down, "praise Jesus.'" &lt;br /&gt;    This past wed. we had to meet with Dr. Jeffries at 3;45 . we were all there but &lt;br /&gt;Randy, The Dr. came in late and know one new what was going on.  After a while the Dr. left and then things got really ugly, Finnaly I had to get to scouts so I left. Its amazing to me how grown people can act so immuture. Like Dwight said, "We all have the same dad, but we look at him nine different ways,"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-6333275402954226950?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6333275402954226950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=6333275402954226950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6333275402954226950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/6333275402954226950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-freaking-computer.html' title='i hate the freaking computer'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ9b4wNHzS8/Rc9KaWi57HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9xDr_v8sRC0/s72-c/DSC00191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-2878467532704969945</id><published>2007-01-19T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:09:07.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>popcorn party rocks</title><content type='html'>We heard that Whitney was having a popcorn party, so we loaded the suburban and headed to the LOGAN valley.  Met Jimmy Jolley from albion and he said that Dwights family was the ones who got him in the church, small world. Another kid was from Spokane and knew Mark Shelby and the boys. Went out and ate at theFactory, then had ice cream , then popcorn. Oh to be young again andhave your body function even when you abuse it Whit thanks for the invite and the good time,keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-2878467532704969945?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2878467532704969945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=2878467532704969945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2878467532704969945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/2878467532704969945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/popcorn-party-rocks.html' title='popcorn party rocks'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606374644659939730.post-4225818889277374123</id><published>2007-01-09T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:27:01.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello bloggers</title><content type='html'>well thanks to nikkala, I'm now an official blogger . now if i ever do any thing worth writing about  you'll be the first to read it. its 9;15 and I have to go finish&lt;br /&gt;bruce  Bean s snow plow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606374644659939730-4225818889277374123?l=yardofjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4225818889277374123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606374644659939730&amp;postID=4225818889277374123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4225818889277374123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606374644659939730/posts/default/4225818889277374123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yardofjunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-bloggers.html' title='hello bloggers'/><author><name>WEP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966759626003553764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
