<?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-1828172185339097581</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:33:58.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana &amp; Papa Kent Burton</title><subtitle type='html'>A long, long time ago, in a far away land (ok, it was Columbus, OH for Heaven's sake!!) there were two families that became inseparable. The McKay Burton family, and the Clay Gorton family. The kids grew up together, and then, after years of separation while still maintaining contact, the families were finally blended with the marriage of Kent and Deborah Lynn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nanalynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853135215395115650</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828172185339097581.post-7468251856291550551</id><published>2009-09-20T23:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:27:10.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Lynn's Brother Dave &amp; His Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFIRbwonI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hDbCPvjK5bI/s1600-h/2009_09_19+12_37_28-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFIRbwonI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hDbCPvjK5bI/s320/2009_09_19+12_37_28-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383777519221645938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the 19th - Our one month Anniversary! We went to San Antonio to Dave and Rosie's again. What a treat. We drove and drove and drove way off the beaten path to a little cafe purported to have the best hamburgers in the world!  Dave said he'd not actually had the best yet, so we needed to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFI2dqyHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/306-9Z6nEBU/s1600-h/2009_09_19+12_42_31-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFI2dqyHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/306-9Z6nEBU/s320/2009_09_19+12_42_31-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383777529161762930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep- they were the best!  So far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFJQyhG8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KxIWd6K4RdE/s1600-h/2009_09_19+12_54_58-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFJQyhG8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KxIWd6K4RdE/s320/2009_09_19+12_54_58-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383777536228531138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is it!  Miles and miles from civilization and standing room only!  A favorite spot for bikers along the back roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcHnH9PbGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rHrKmlgdl5s/s1600-h/2009_09_19+18_42_28-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcHnH9PbGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rHrKmlgdl5s/s320/2009_09_19+18_42_28-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383780248276921442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, just at sunset, we went to Enchanted Rock in Fredericksburg, or at least near there.  We went to the National Museum of the Pacific War and we were treated to a show at the RockBox, a comedy and rock and roll show that was absolutely delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to top it off, Chris thought we should climb a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFJpR8jxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yylldCAvr1g/s1600-h/2009_09_19+18_44_53-IMG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFJpR8jxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yylldCAvr1g/s320/2009_09_19+18_44_53-IMG2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383777542802804498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, Chris has done this before with the scouts, or the Young Men's group or somebody. But Rosie and I put a limit on just how far up the rock we were willing to climb at the end of a long day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcHntEG4bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UMHPg0VWu6s/s1600-h/2009_09_19+18_34_34-IMGa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcHntEG4bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UMHPg0VWu6s/s320/2009_09_19+18_34_34-IMGa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383780258237833650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrow shows how far our limits were. (It looks alot bigger close up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFKHJ9vRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/38niLXsyltI/s1600-h/2009_09_19+18_46_24-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFKHJ9vRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/38niLXsyltI/s320/2009_09_19+18_46_24-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383777550822391058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an AWESOME trip! Thanks Dave and Rosie for spending your valuable time with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828172185339097581-7468251856291550551?l=dlb-kwb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/feeds/7468251856291550551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-with-lynns-brother-dave-his-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/7468251856291550551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/7468251856291550551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-with-lynns-brother-dave-his-family.html' title='A Day with Lynn&apos;s Brother Dave &amp; His Family'/><author><name>nanalynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853135215395115650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrcFIRbwonI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hDbCPvjK5bI/s72-c/2009_09_19+12_37_28-IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828172185339097581.post-6683965177299897072</id><published>2009-09-17T15:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:40:58.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Solemn Memory of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKmKYS2qAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v6VrEpzWUqA/s1600-h/P1080841a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKmKYS2qAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v6VrEpzWUqA/s320/P1080841a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382547201911597058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful 1998  Z28 Camaro which I purchased initially as a police vehicle. It had a governor on it to limit its speed, which I informed my now ex-wife I would have to have programmatically removed for police work. She asked what it's top end speed was as is WITH the governor on - I said 160 mph! I only got it up to 150 mph before running out of road. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKkYHLf3eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tgs58j4O65E/s1600-h/P1080843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKkYHLf3eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tgs58j4O65E/s320/P1080843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545238812253666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front end view. (Now, just imagine bright red &amp;amp; blue lights coming from either side of the license plate and upper center of the windshield. It would remind me over and over again how it wanted to be a police car... Oh well, some things were just not meant to be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKnl396HeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0oRY4ma5Mdc/s1600-h/P1080859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKnl396HeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0oRY4ma5Mdc/s320/P1080859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382548773781773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installed a laptop so as to assist in my Real Estate pursuits (albeit it still wanted to be involved in 'other' types of pursuits as well!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsTNHwgyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OkUG5FiKkJ4/s1600-h/2009_08_29+10_53_26S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsTNHwgyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OkUG5FiKkJ4/s320/2009_08_29+10_53_26S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382553950600856354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar view, only this time with the airbags effectively deployed!!! Grrrrrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKubpa94BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ky9ii1yOztk/s1600-h/2009_08_29+10_50_29S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKubpa94BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ky9ii1yOztk/s320/2009_08_29+10_50_29S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382556294659825682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had glanced down and when I glanced up (perhaps no more than 1/2 second later) all I saw was something red through a cloud of white dust, and felt like I was all of a sudden 'pushing' something... Only after it was all over in less than 2 seconds, did I realize that I was involved in a crash.  After the airbag dust cleared, this is basically what I saw - except that EMS had not yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other driver sustained a fractured skull in two places on the right side of his head, and was transported by ambulance to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsSrtFxoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WhMVrebQIVo/s1600-h/2009_08_29+10_53_15S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsSrtFxoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WhMVrebQIVo/s320/2009_08_29+10_53_15S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382553941630633602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I been 1/2 second earlier into the intersection, instead of me t-boning the red Mustang's empty passenger seat, the red Mustang WOULD have t-boned my occupied driver's seat. Outcome would have been drastically different, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsSHHoTkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ft7c7ApWmns/s1600-h/2009_08_29+10_51_05S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsSHHoTkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ft7c7ApWmns/s320/2009_08_29+10_51_05S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382553931809836610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cars were totaled. Bummer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsTz4azcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5jTKi2RWa2I/s1600-h/2009_08_29+11_26_40S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKsTz4azcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5jTKi2RWa2I/s320/2009_08_29+11_26_40S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382553961005501890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful (but expired) Camaro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's well, that ends well, I suppose. It sacrificed it's life so that we could use the proceeds (which was far more than what I had anticipated) to finish fixing up the house so that we could move back to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknown to me at the time was that my insurance had lapsed just the day before the crash (isn't that the way it always goes?!! Hate when that happens!!). The at fault driver's insurance (Farmers) has been very cooperative and they have covered the collision in full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828172185339097581-6683965177299897072?l=dlb-kwb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/feeds/6683965177299897072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-beautiful-1998-z28-camaro-which-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/6683965177299897072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/6683965177299897072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-beautiful-1998-z28-camaro-which-i.html' title='In Solemn Memory of...'/><author><name>nanalynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853135215395115650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKmKYS2qAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v6VrEpzWUqA/s72-c/P1080841a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828172185339097581.post-4130407666794529160</id><published>2009-09-17T14:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:10:57.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long, long ago (and PROOF that we were once young, too!!)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKVDkcTMOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rEh6bLYfm2w/s1600-h/Gortons+%26+Burtons+%28bumps+on+a+log%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKVDkcTMOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rEh6bLYfm2w/s320/Gortons+%26+Burtons+%28bumps+on+a+log%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382528393215684834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite places to go as small children in Ohio was Hocking Hills - this is one of those times. Most assuredly we were forced to sit on the log and stay out of the fire! All the boys' eyes are on the fire, tho, so I'm sure we didn't sit there for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKVecniDSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/T_y6rjtZjbI/s1600-h/Gortons+%26+Burtons+%28bumps+on+a+log%29+Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKVecniDSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/T_y6rjtZjbI/s320/Gortons+%26+Burtons+%28bumps+on+a+log%29+Closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382528854971780386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is JoAnn, Debbie Lynn, Wayne, Kent, and David.  The Burtons and the Gortons.  The way we remember it, being together and having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the good old days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828172185339097581-4130407666794529160?l=dlb-kwb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/feeds/4130407666794529160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-long-ago-and-proof-that-we-were.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/4130407666794529160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/4130407666794529160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-long-ago-and-proof-that-we-were.html' title='Long, long ago (and PROOF that we were once young, too!!)...'/><author><name>nanalynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853135215395115650</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/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKVDkcTMOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rEh6bLYfm2w/s72-c/Gortons+%26+Burtons+%28bumps+on+a+log%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828172185339097581.post-7292115742720247565</id><published>2009-09-17T14:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:33:08.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing thru LasVegasNV &amp; ShertzTX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKQR0CPE2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dWJKzfoXuWU/s1600-h/2009_08_22+18_27_37Ia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKQR0CPE2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dWJKzfoXuWU/s320/2009_08_22+18_27_37Ia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382523140361360226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to Houston we got to go to Las Vegas for Dalton's baptism! Here we are at Casi and Jeremy's house. Papa Kent is holding Gentrie, 3 then Dalton, 9 and Jahde, (just barely 5 and starting kindergarten this year!) then Keaton, 7 and Casi and Jeremy. Oh yeah, that's me (Nana) in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKQQwUXLxI/AAAAAAAAADw/TXbBAqUCsyQ/s1600-h/2009_08_22+18_25_11I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKQQwUXLxI/AAAAAAAAADw/TXbBAqUCsyQ/s320/2009_08_22+18_25_11I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382523122183778066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The proud parents and grandparents. Dalton's baptism was AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here, Jeremy is either kneeling or standing abt 120 yds behind us so as to make us appear less intimidated by his stature!! LOL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOQAt-IwI/AAAAAAAAADo/N_FTNZsem74/s1600-h/2009_08_22+18_23_55I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOQAt-IwI/AAAAAAAAADo/N_FTNZsem74/s320/2009_08_22+18_23_55I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382520910383031042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad (Jeremy's brother) and wife Cassy, came over just as we were getting ready to leave.   We were SO happy to see them! They are great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOPv79lmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IZqcZ4iPSZw/s1600-h/2009_08_22+18_23_25I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOPv79lmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IZqcZ4iPSZw/s320/2009_08_22+18_23_25I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382520905878312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The grandparents and the OTHER grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;John and Melinda Evans, our good friends, and Jeremy's folks, came to the baptism as well as Jeremy's brother McKay 17, who performed the baptism ordinance.  Jer's sister Amanda and her hubby Nate were also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOPERwgeI/AAAAAAAAADY/XRtyiITUzJM/s1600-h/2009_08_22+18_22_25I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOPERwgeI/AAAAAAAAADY/XRtyiITUzJM/s320/2009_08_22+18_22_25I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382520894158569954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Keaton, and Josh, Chad and Cassy's pride and joy, the 'trouble twins'!  Always together, and always finding something mischievous to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOOpytgHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UoBUM0RrEKw/s1600-h/2009_08_22+18_21_04I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOOpytgHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UoBUM0RrEKw/s320/2009_08_22+18_21_04I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382520887049027698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Evans children:&lt;br /&gt;Our grandchildren Jahde Alix, Keaton Marshall, Dalton Rick and Gentrie Alisabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOOBMPSmI/AAAAAAAAADI/zntY-Tev1q4/s1600-h/2009_08_22+18_09_08I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKOOBMPSmI/AAAAAAAAADI/zntY-Tev1q4/s320/2009_08_22+18_09_08I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382520876150245986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casi and Jeremy, the happy parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9XUVPZiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Byvydjy_29s/s1600-h/2009_08_24+18_18_41-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9XUVPZiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Byvydjy_29s/s320/2009_08_24+18_18_41-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768981604623906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Vegas, we stopped at Kent's son and daughter-in-law Kent and Carly's but they were already in bed asleep! His youngest daughter Amy was also there to see us, and we had a lovely visit over breakfast, but we took NO pictures! They left for church, and we left for Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in Schertz, near San Antonio, to see Lynn's brother Dave, wife Roselyn and son Chris. We had a lovely night out at the Riverwalk - here we are at a little restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9Xxh8EoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bCzxXUUpPOA/s1600-h/2009_08_24+18_18_52-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9Xxh8EoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bCzxXUUpPOA/s320/2009_08_24+18_18_52-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768989442511490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chris - 16 years old and very patient with us old people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9XBS-RtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6_psiFirkBI/s1600-h/2009_08_24+19_07_25-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9XBS-RtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6_psiFirkBI/s320/2009_08_24+19_07_25-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768976494839506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And not bad with the camera, either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9YrrVA7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/cnkMp4COr3k/s1600-h/2009_08_24+19_34_21-IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Srb9YrrVA7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/cnkMp4COr3k/s320/2009_08_24+19_34_21-IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383769005051151282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Alamo?  We walked all around but were too late to explore inside.  We had a great visit, but still had to get to Houston tonight, so we were off!  Another 3 and a half hours to go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828172185339097581-7292115742720247565?l=dlb-kwb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/feeds/7292115742720247565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-our-way-to-houston-we-got-to-go-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/7292115742720247565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/7292115742720247565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-our-way-to-houston-we-got-to-go-to.html' title='Passing thru LasVegasNV &amp; ShertzTX'/><author><name>nanalynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853135215395115650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/SrKQR0CPE2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dWJKzfoXuWU/s72-c/2009_08_22+18_27_37Ia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828172185339097581.post-4583395074379976794</id><published>2009-09-13T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:44:30.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3LDLzu5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z5lNiAbYDKc/s1600-h/2009_08_19+07_23_09D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3LDLzu5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z5lNiAbYDKc/s320/2009_08_19+07_23_09D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381180385347429826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where it all started, back approximately 4,000,000 yrs ago, when the volcanoes were still flowing and spewing lava all over the place, and some caveman just happened to have a camera... Not too shabby, huh? I mean, even a caveman can do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The center states: The Burtons&lt;br /&gt;             est. 19 Aug. 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3Jppfl8LI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sMVYoNYOUNs/s1600-h/2009_08_19+07_22_25D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3Jppfl8LI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sMVYoNYOUNs/s320/2009_08_19+07_22_25D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381178847127793842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then here comes another one, a bit more innocent - well, kinda. Boy, did we have fun in those younger years!! (Sure glad the folks were too busy with Church and all to know what was going on, huh?!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3TD5bQm1I/AAAAAAAAABM/Osu-fyevcKA/s1600-h/2009_08_19+07_53_58D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3TD5bQm1I/AAAAAAAAABM/Osu-fyevcKA/s320/2009_08_19+07_53_58D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381189193685834578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The newlyweds with the newlyweds!  Stephen and Connie Gorton married earlier this year, March 7 to be exact (Clay's birthday) after waiting for each other for 35 yrs.  (Seems to be a common theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3LEdmQZYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d8_WiGIRKeM/s1600-h/2009_08_19+07_55_56D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3LEdmQZYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d8_WiGIRKeM/s320/2009_08_19+07_55_56D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381180407302612354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Lynn w/ Joe (the son of Lynn's younger brother Stephen).  Joe had special significance in Lynn's life before her knight in shining white armor( heck, however it's supposed to go!!!) came galloping (well, flying in on one of those geese up in the skies)  to rescue her!! Joe provided fun and joy at the movie theaters while Lynn was awaiting her heart throb to arrive on the scene!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3TEZMdKxI/AAAAAAAAABU/x09CPJNiaE0/s1600-h/2009_08_19+07_59_24D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3TEZMdKxI/AAAAAAAAABU/x09CPJNiaE0/s320/2009_08_19+07_59_24D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381189202213677842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Possibly a private joke? We were visiting with Mike Pearson, Roger's best friend and High Priest Group Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bhBK7RgI/AAAAAAAAABk/FMOnXobAgZA/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_06_48D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bhBK7RgI/AAAAAAAAABk/FMOnXobAgZA/s320/2009_08_19+08_06_48D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381198490074039810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynn's oldest daughter Erin Elizabeth with her husband Chris Horne. Oh, yeah, and the next little Horne about to debut this October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3TDbdAksI/AAAAAAAAABE/H1dJiAHQ3BE/s1600-h/2009_08_19+07_52_37D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3TDbdAksI/AAAAAAAAABE/H1dJiAHQ3BE/s320/2009_08_19+07_52_37D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381189185640108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynn's son Ryan Burton Brown and his son, (Ryan) Austin.  We call him Boss. He is 11  and one AWESOME kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3XzZtrLuI/AAAAAAAAABc/zSSZwTJS1to/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_02_48D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3XzZtrLuI/AAAAAAAAABc/zSSZwTJS1to/s320/2009_08_19+08_02_48D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381194407853371106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kent's oldest daughter Lanae and husband Jared Larson with their three beautiful boys, Jordan 4, Austin 3, and Cayden 2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3haAUmMGI/AAAAAAAAACM/7mm9EhRN-VA/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_34_25D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3haAUmMGI/AAAAAAAAACM/7mm9EhRN-VA/s320/2009_08_19+08_34_25D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381204966656847970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynn's second daughter, Tara Rebecca, with her three kids, Eric 14, Jordan Nathanael 11, and the princess Ciara Rebecca, 8 years old and proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bjI40hBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZrozTqPM5Qg/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_19_36D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bjI40hBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZrozTqPM5Qg/s320/2009_08_19+08_19_36D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381198526505321490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's good! Winter Whitney, 15, Lynn's oldest grandbaby and best friend (Erin's daughter), and Eric Ashton, 14 (Tara's son) the strippling young warrior of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Winter tinted her hair pink and brown for the wedding.  Sooooo cute!  Her natural color is blonder than blonde, so she can be any color she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3biSvoerI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BhmATKXFl_k/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_18_26D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3biSvoerI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BhmATKXFl_k/s320/2009_08_19+08_18_26D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381198511971269298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dave (photographer) and Leila Malcolm with us. Leila and Lynn have worked together for 21 years, and have been best friends since the pre&lt;br /&gt;existence. She is the sister my Mom likes best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bhlYvkeI/AAAAAAAAABs/o7kzayKAEIM/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_13_46D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bhlYvkeI/AAAAAAAAABs/o7kzayKAEIM/s320/2009_08_19+08_13_46D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381198499795669474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trouble makers.  Don't let the look of innocence fool you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bj6abWMI/AAAAAAAAACE/OAawGMzyGXA/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_23_32Da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3bj6abWMI/AAAAAAAAACE/OAawGMzyGXA/s320/2009_08_19+08_23_32Da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381198539799615682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our good Bishop Scott Sperry.  What a great man!&lt;br /&gt;However, he did poke fun at how many weddings he has performed for our family in just the last 10  months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even offered to perform any others that night if need be!    There were no takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3hcCMK5sI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tD9W11pFW4/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_27_28D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3hcCMK5sI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tD9W11pFW4/s320/2009_08_19+08_27_28D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381205001518114498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BURTONS. McKay and Rene (Dad and Mom) with Wayne and Laurie and Kent (the favorite) and Lynn. Go ahead, ask JoAnn. She knows all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3ha0Nac4I/AAAAAAAAACU/8eEsD81U7Aw/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_25_48D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3ha0Nac4I/AAAAAAAAACU/8eEsD81U7Aw/s320/2009_08_19+08_25_48D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381204980585362306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Larsons with Grandpa Kent and Nana Lynn and Great Grampa McKay and Great Gramz Rene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828172185339097581-4583395074379976794?l=dlb-kwb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/feeds/4583395074379976794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/4583395074379976794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/4583395074379976794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>nanalynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853135215395115650</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/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq3LDLzu5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z5lNiAbYDKc/s72-c/2009_08_19+07_23_09D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828172185339097581.post-1778464089825264140</id><published>2009-09-13T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:42:54.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Time Bloggers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq2tRz20qAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hShy0aDbDCU/s1600-h/2009_08_19+08_16_42D+Lynn+%26+Kent+%28Wedding%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq2tRz20qAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hShy0aDbDCU/s320/2009_08_19+08_16_42D+Lynn+%26+Kent+%28Wedding%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381147651267143682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it goes. We're doing this together, and haven't a clue as to what we're doing - setting up a blog that is. Thing is, we want to get pictures and commentary out there for all of our friends and family that are interested in our comings and goings. So, if you have any suggestions and/or tidbits on how to make this more effective and/or entertaining (no, we're not going to dance on the table or anything like that!!), we'd love to hear from you. So... Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828172185339097581-1778464089825264140?l=dlb-kwb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/feeds/1778464089825264140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-time-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/1778464089825264140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828172185339097581/posts/default/1778464089825264140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlb-kwb.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-time-bloggers.html' title='1st Time Bloggers...'/><author><name>nanalynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853135215395115650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnP9PmWXaio/Sq2tRz20qAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hShy0aDbDCU/s72-c/2009_08_19+08_16_42D+Lynn+%26+Kent+%28Wedding%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
