<?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-19822329</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:53:28.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tassajara</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19822329.post-114123967698268425</id><published>2006-02-25T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:56:26.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Tree</title><content type='html'>Thanks Danny for an awesome video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.vidiLife.com/video/2006/1/28/308667/497021.asx" volume="-1" showstatusbar="1" autostart="1" height="303" width="320"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.vidiLife.com/reloc.cfm?cryp=011-F9A749EF-8698-4A1F-BA4B-6" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free video hosting, video codes at &lt;a title="free video hosting and sharing" href="http://www.vidiLife.com/reloc.cfm?cryp=012-F9A749EF-8698-4A1F-BA4B-6"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;www.vidiLife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua tree (pronounce it in Hebrew: "Yeshua") trip was awesome. We left SLO and headed South but didn't make it far as Chris' rock crawler truck broke--the drive train fell off. So we left it in Santa Barbara and continued on. Stick to the code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our pace was hindered by the influx of Southern Californian's who decide to all drive their own car at the same time, roughly between the hours of 2PM and 7PM. Traffic. Chris headed towards his house and I, Erik, towards mine a little further South. A quick stop for each and then off again to meet Keith. We sped towards the desert to stay at Chris' grandparent's condo. We woke up early after a late night of photography..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped for food and then we left towards our destination. Into the wilderness. We had met Chris' bother and his friends and took an old mining road up to Joshua tree which required off-road vehicles--totally hard core to the max! I think someone even had a locker. It was incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bobby DeNiro--we're on a first name basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen Vangirlfriend waving to her fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew taking a break while off-roading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm . . . which way to danger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Diggler came on the trip too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock climbing is abundant in this high desert which is filled with piles of rocks spanning across the landscape. From bouldering to trad climbing it has it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4311.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4311.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle rappeling off of one of our first climbs which ended up being more trouble than it was worth. Kyle and I climbed it as much as we could, or as much as we wanted too. It was sharp and crumbly. Not a good combo. My skin likes it not. We set up another route on a more enjoyable rock which offered a greater variety of climbs and range of difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4332.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4332.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janai working her way up a fun climb with many variations. Towards the top it becomes a 5.10d. Only the brave fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards dusk we would view the sunset hiking to various ridge lines to watch the blue sky fade into an orange-amber with whisps of purple following the clouds. We usually trail-blazed which is easy and exciting in Joshua tree. What's over that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/CIMG4370.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/CIMG4370.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Sunday and stopped to eat at Fat Burger where they didn't want to feed Rich and I, maybe because we didn't have receipts, maybe because we didn't pay. I don't really remember, but we got our burger, fries, and drink eventually. . . And then the goodbye we all knew was approaching . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1884.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodbye photo. What a great trip! We miss you all already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-114123967698268425?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114123967698268425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=114123967698268425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114123967698268425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114123967698268425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/joshua-tree.html' title='Joshua Tree'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-114124748945331375</id><published>2006-02-24T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:12:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Out at Tassajara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_2313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/Nich%20Blackeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/Nich%20Blackeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little rough housing and see what happens. Some people know the real story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-114124748945331375?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114124748945331375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=114124748945331375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114124748945331375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114124748945331375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/camping-out-at-tassajara.html' title='Camping Out at Tassajara'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-114153744470231601</id><published>2006-02-19T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:44:04.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Central California Sunset</title><content type='html'>Laura Thompson (LT to some) had moved into a new home in Shell Beach, so evening we walked to the local beach and read, played frisbee, and watched another beautiful, central California sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell Beach, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three brothers--Andrew, Erik, and Steven Homestead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1984.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                SLO friends--Rich, LT, and Erik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-114153744470231601?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114153744470231601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=114153744470231601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114153744470231601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114153744470231601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-central-california-sunset.html' title='Another Central California Sunset'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-114153601389299029</id><published>2006-02-18T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:24:07.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off-Road Mayhem</title><content type='html'>One morning we awoke to the smell of pancakes and bacon at Kyle's parents' house near Lake Lopez. We had a slumber party stuffing 8 into the living room. Anyways, the smell of the bacon inspired us to go destroy some nature with some 4x4 trucks with extra large tires--off roading. Our goal was to follow High Mountain Road to Pozo Saloon for some burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1843.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty--Chris' extra sick, hard core rock crawler--was hungery for some river boulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's appetite was satisfied here. Moments before the front differential (this thing that does something important in making the tires turn . . . I think) slammed into a rock and dented the casing. But there was no serious damage done. Chris had to navigate out of the river and up the poison oak infested river bank. Erik had to place a boulder under one of Chris' tires, which, I might add, made the difference between failure and success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished playing in the river, . . . well Chris did, and we headed into the foothills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flex in that front suspension! . . . You should see the hips sway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris peeks out to make sure he is picking the gnarliest path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that off-roading we made it to Pozo Saloon and ordered someone delicious burgers. The off-roading was so henious Jen couldn't handle it and was still trippin' at Pozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1859.jpg" alt="" 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/19822329-114153601389299029?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114153601389299029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=114153601389299029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114153601389299029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114153601389299029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/off-road-mayhem.html' title='Off-Road Mayhem'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-114150200002520188</id><published>2006-02-15T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:55:17.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLO Town and the T Boyz</title><content type='html'>The Editor "found" these pictures of some "unknown skaters" who were ripping it up in an "unknown stucture" in an "unknown town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1824.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1824.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unknown skater shreds around a corner . . . while playing his harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1830.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1830.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four unknown skaters crouch low, arms out as they race down an unknown structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1823.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1823.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two unknown skaters chat at the top of the unknown structure before they bomb down at wicked speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1832.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1832.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unknown skater keeping his lead trailed by another unknown skater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-114150200002520188?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114150200002520188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=114150200002520188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114150200002520188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114150200002520188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/slo-town-and-t-boyz.html' title='SLO Town and the T Boyz'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-114149978984937688</id><published>2006-02-14T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:32:27.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook It Up Breakfast (2 for 1 Special)</title><content type='html'>Aw, yes . . . Valentine's Day. A day rooted in a story that almost nobody knows about. It all started with a Saint Valentine, who, back in the day, married people when it was illegal because the king (or whatever he was) wanted the men to stop marrying and start fighting. Mr. Valentine was imprisoned and sentenced to death because of his secret union making. During his imprisonment he met a certain someone--the hot daughter of the jail keeper. Yes, they fell in love and he wrote her a letter the night before he was executed. It was signed "Love your Valentine." Yes it is sad, but yes it is romantic. Kinda like Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day Kyle and Erik thought it would be fun to eat cheap burrito's at the Breakfast Buzz; they have a 2 for 1 Special on Tuesdays. The next Tuesday happened to be Valentine's Day and so history was made. Let the HOOKING UP comence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1812.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1812.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Julie HOOKING IT UP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, Erik, and Kristie HOOKING IT UP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1811.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, Lori, and Charity all smiles before breakfast and HOOKING IT UP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian and Janai HOOKING IT UP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1816.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1816.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristie excited about HOOKING IT UP!* with Erik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(Note from the Editor: All "HOOKING IT UP!" comments were added by the editor and have no substantial evidence whatsoever. The implied relationship of "HOOKING IT UP" may or may not exist between any persons mentioned above. The implication of future "HOOKING IT UP" between the individuals pictured together cannot be assumed based on the information given. The statement "HOOKING IT UP!" was added for emphasis and its purpose merely for humerous intensions. The only real couple present was Kyle and Jen who were never pictured together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day many Valentine's Day gifts were given and received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle proud of his Valentine card to be given to Jen (his Valentine) during their Valentine dinner on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik holding up an anonymous gift given to the Tassajara House Boys--a SpongeBobSquarePants box of chocolates was just one of many items.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-114149978984937688?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114149978984937688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=114149978984937688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114149978984937688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114149978984937688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/hook-it-up-breakfast-2-for-1-special.html' title='Hook It Up Breakfast (2 for 1 Special)'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-114149730804643610</id><published>2006-02-04T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:40:21.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Annual Christmas Tree Burning Festival</title><content type='html'>Just over a month after Christmas a tradition was continued in which all who gather for Christmas around their Christmas tree were asked to come and gather around their Christmas tree but on fire. Save those Christmas trees! Let them age to a fine golden brown and then burn them in a blaze of beautiful glory. Preferably in numbers. I think we had 25 plus trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1786.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one tree . . . imagine 10 (or was it 12) doused in desiel fuel and lit by tossing a flaming tennis ball into the awaiting inferno. There is a video of it so maybe when I figure that out you will see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1802.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1802.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glowing Ember Forest after the big blaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Romano flaming hot with his just torched Christmas tree, still hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Erik, and Kyle posing in front of the Ember Forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-114149730804643610?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114149730804643610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=114149730804643610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114149730804643610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/114149730804643610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/4th-annual-christmas-tree-burning.html' title='4th Annual Christmas Tree Burning Festival'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113806599159918045</id><published>2006-01-23T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:26:32.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Westside to the Eastside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1482.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1533.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1533.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni hao! I'm back and ready to go back already. China was spectacular. A land of chaos and people and food and buildings and buildings being built and friends and new friends and new places a new language and a new future. I spent two weeks there, the first week with my dad tagging along on a business trip living a 5 star/5 diamond rockstar life. Oh the executive business suites, the multi-course meals, the foot massages, the private car with our private body guard driver, . . . yes, international business has its benefits. I was with my dad in Qingdao and got to hangout with a good buddy of mine, Anthony. My dad, Fred (another furniture designer), and I had the privlege of attending one of the factory's year end banquet. Lots or food and lots of drink if you know what I mean. Gan bei! They asked me to karokee and I did and ended up singing 4 songs (in a sort of sing-off against the other Chinese men), getting a bouquet of flowers, a flower from a girl, two other girls sang with me, the mayor of the city sang with me as well as the factory owner . . . it was crazy. They asked me to come back next year. Note to others: if you are western and can sing you will make it in China. I told my dad afterward that I get 25% of any increase of business due to my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1639.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1639.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1635.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1635.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1555.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to Hangzhou with the business men to see more factories and see the beautiful west lake. It is quit famous in China. There seemed to be more historical relics and buildings and temples and museums to see there which was great. The company we were visiting even provided an English speaking guide, Mary, who I believe worked for sales in the company. The west lake was very high class with Ferrari, Rollex, Versace, etc. stores along the streets. However the lake itself was surrounded by a splendidly landscaped walkway. The older folks come out in the morning to ballroom dance, sing in choirs, and peform caligrophy and taichi; the younger people come out in the afternoon, usually paired up. It is a romantic place. I joined the business men at nights for delicious dinners and an occasional foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the rockstar life and headed to Shanghai to see a friend, Deb, who teaches a 3rd grade English tract at a private elementary school. Shanghai is racing towards the future and not looking back. Things to do in Shanghai:  eat a lot and shop a lot. We also went to a German pub and went karokeeing. You could actually forget you are in China sometimes with all the English speaking forgein teachers. I met so many and they were all super fun. I met all the kindergarten teachers, one guy, Chris, was in his best friends wedding who went to Cal Poly . . . he was in my freshmen dorm study, Ben Nelson. What a small world. And another couple were good friends with someone in SLO. I interviewed with the director of the lower elementary school and am 99.9% sure I will be an English tract kindergarten teacher next year. I sat in on some classes, oh they are so cute and it will be so fun. Chris, you know, the tall one, will most likely be teaching kindergarten too. We will split an apartment which will actually be an upgrade in living conditions for a lot cheaper per month rent. Don't cry Tassajara . . . I still love you. Wu ie ni . . . I don't know how to spell it but I can say it; it's "I love you" in Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1703.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1703.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1722.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1722.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Shanghai I flew back to Qingdao and watched like 173 movies at Anthony's. They have accumilated hundreds of DVD's since they are under a dollar their. We also bought a 35 lb firework for Chinese new year and fired it off in the middle of the street. Only in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1726.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1767.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113806599159918045?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113806599159918045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113806599159918045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113806599159918045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113806599159918045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-westside-to-eastside.html' title='From the Westside to the Eastside'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113840152016072442</id><published>2006-01-20T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:39:07.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder Mystery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/IMG_2181%20(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/IMG_2181%20%28Medium%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon threw a sweet murder mystery party. Thanks Big Jim for the pic.&lt;br /&gt;-Capo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113840152016072442?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113840152016072442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113840152016072442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113840152016072442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113840152016072442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/murder-mystery.html' title='Murder Mystery!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05338455067429074198</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-19822329.post-113777845515887642</id><published>2006-01-20T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:34:15.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infamous, infamous?</title><content type='html'>Well I guess this makes me pretty famous.  I won't let it go to my head, just yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/Chris%20Brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/Chris%20Brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/Chris%20Brown%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/Chris%20Brown%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my biggest fan, Nich for the pics.  I'll try to remember the little guy (no pun intended) as I ride this wave (pun intended).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113777845515887642?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113777845515887642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113777845515887642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113777845515887642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113777845515887642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/infamous-infamous.html' title='Infamous, infamous?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05338455067429074198</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-19822329.post-113730673512533000</id><published>2006-01-14T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:25:17.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck Wakeboarding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/100_2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_3003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_3003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea finally became a reality. We cruised out to the dunes and went wakeboarding behind Kyle's truck. We each got a run in, but then we had a run in with the law. They were cool though and just told us we couldn't do it anymore. We were attacting quite an audience. Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_3010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_3010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/100_2997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/100_2997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113730673512533000?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113730673512533000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113730673512533000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113730673512533000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113730673512533000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/truck-wakeboarding.html' title='Truck Wakeboarding!'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113685867959236391</id><published>2006-01-09T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:04:39.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Days Work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/T%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/T%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the privilege of staying home one day from work. Here's what happens all day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113685867959236391?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113685867959236391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113685867959236391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113685867959236391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113685867959236391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/hard-days-work.html' title='A Hard Days Work...'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113730655853204807</id><published>2006-01-07T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:38:21.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summit Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_6227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_6227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/_MG_6238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/_MG_6238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/_MG_6222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/_MG_6222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/_MG_6210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/_MG_6210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went climbing at the top of Bishops. Kyle, Keith, Rob and Chris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113730655853204807?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113730655853204807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113730655853204807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113730655853204807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113730655853204807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/summit-rocks.html' title='Summit Rocks'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113616669610863293</id><published>2005-12-30T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:58:59.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my first try at this so I consider it practice. I am one of the six men, . . . indescribably handsome men, that reside in the aformentioned Tassajara House. I presume that we will be the only ones to actually view this site . . . at least for now. So I am attempting to post some pictures of Ish, Chris, and myself climbing in J-tree this past week. It was a fun trip filled with laughter and climbing and guy talk. Hee hee hee. We are all VIP's. And in my oppinion all three of us are MVP VIP's. Hee hee hee. Those other roommates who flaked are not MVP's but are still VIP's. Anyway, I hope all your eyes scan these photos meticulously so that when we all go to J-tree again we can send the harder climb. We can also talk late into the night about girls and in the morning eat pizza and drink beer, maybe, it depends on the kind. No Snake Dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113616669610863293?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113616669610863293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113616669610863293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113616669610863293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113616669610863293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-this-is-my-first-try-at-this-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19822329.post-113764443853758891</id><published>2005-12-28T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:20:38.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Kaylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/2055/640/IMG_1091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2361/2055/320/IMG_1091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kyle likes to go sledding!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19822329-113764443853758891?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113764443853758891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113764443853758891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113764443853758891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113764443853758891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-with-kaylee.html' title='Fun with Kaylee'/><author><name>Kylerito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613687552866043</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-19822329.post-113445852030696501</id><published>2005-12-12T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:57:55.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Was Tassajara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/BSB%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMGP1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the start of the Tassablog. I don't know how this is going to look, but we shall see as time progresses. The main idea of this blog is to document the six plus nuty guys that makeup the Tassa House. I don't have a picture of all of us, but I will post one soon... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMGP1949.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMGP1949.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Erik, Chris, and KyleJen went to a sweet concert put on by Frosty the Snowman! He sang a lovely medley which consisted of three songs played in constant, insesent, yet beautiful succesion. Concerts can be over rated i know, but this one was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as if that wasn't enough fun, we hit the slopes by the train tracks for some sweet 4wheeling and a few runs of box spring boarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/BSB%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/BSB%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113445852030696501?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113445852030696501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113445852030696501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113445852030696501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113445852030696501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-then-there-was-tassajara.html' title='And Then There Was Tassajara'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113873794720457880</id><published>2005-12-12T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:54:39.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Formal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrily, merrily Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hark! What yonder noise doth mine ears ring with?!? Oh! Tis a feastivity filled with laughter and eating and chatter and singing and all sorts of merriment! T'was a wonderful night spent with yon ladies looking splendid, like the morning dew glistening over the grassy noll blossoming with the first flowers of spring of red and purple and yellow and white! And yon gentlemen looking dashing, like the oaks of Notingham forest during the orange evening glow casting mighty shadows upon the leafy floor below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Erik and Duke David casting their shadow and spreading some vibe all over Lind Manor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Laura showing us that a flower can shine even during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Joey displaying the gentler side of a knight. Sorry ladies, he's taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duke David surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excellent food was prepared by thee lovely guests. And what fun was had during the Gift Exchange. All attending guests doth brought a book to wrap and place under yon Christmas tree to be opened and perhaps stolen! Tis a bloody battle, but no real harm inflicted. . . . Hath anyone finished their book yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113873794720457880?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113873794720457880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113873794720457880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113873794720457880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113873794720457880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-formal.html' title='Christmas Formal'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113756458053817346</id><published>2005-11-24T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:09:43.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80's B-Day Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/_MG_5607.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/_MG_5607.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kristie and Lindsey were turning 23, and we had a normal party.  Seriously, this is how we usually dress.  It is a true shame that short shorts ever went out of style.  Man, check out those hot legs!  When you got legs like those, you really have no choice but to show them off.  See what I mean about short shorts?  Sorry if this makes you stumble, ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113756458053817346?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113756458053817346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113756458053817346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113756458053817346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113756458053817346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/80s-b-day-night.html' title='80&apos;s B-Day Night'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113631768964420855</id><published>2005-11-20T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:42:49.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_1573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_1573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_1574.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_1574.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to put this up out of order, but I thought it should be included on the BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_1572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_1572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an evening of fun and feasting. Giving thanks to the Lord for all of His blessings! Thanks everybody for coming and sharing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_1576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_1576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lori for the Pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113631768964420855?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113631768964420855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113631768964420855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113631768964420855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113631768964420855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks!'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113751851965084761</id><published>2005-10-30T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:54:04.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Oktoberfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween time always affords chances to dress up. This year we had two or three dress-up parties, so by the time actual Halloween day rolled around we were all dressed-up out and didn't do anything. But the Tassa house saw some fun as we hosted ein richtiges Deutsche Oktoberfest, mitt Volksmusik, Tanzen, gebratene Wurst und Bier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/IMG_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/IMG_0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113751851965084761?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113751851965084761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113751851965084761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113751851965084761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113751851965084761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-of-oktoberfest.html' title='End of Oktoberfest'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113867699090432347</id><published>2005-09-06T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:09:50.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/100_2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/100_2026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin' it up in Carmel at Kyle's Grandma's place!&lt;br /&gt;How many fish can you count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/100_2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/100_2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113867699090432347?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113867699090432347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113867699090432347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113867699090432347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113867699090432347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/carmel.html' title='Carmel'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05338455067429074198</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-19822329.post-113751799404666811</id><published>2005-09-05T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T07:54:36.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day in Baja</title><content type='html'>Hurray for Labor!&lt;br /&gt;For Labor day weekend we ventured down to Puerto Nuevo in Baja. Kristie, Jamie, Jen, Kyle, Rob, Rich, Erik and Chris made the journey. I was glad we finally went, I had been wanting to do the trip for some time. We slept in one big tent on the beach cliffs. The weekend was spent lounging about eating taco, drinking cervesas and soaking up the sun. I (Chris) broke my thumb so I couldn't really surf, but the others caught a few waves. When are we going back???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/1600/100_2141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/517/1970/320/100_2141.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to SLO we had quite the caravan of cars. I got to bring my new Toy home... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/Railroad%20014%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113751799404666811?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113751799404666811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113751799404666811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113751799404666811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113751799404666811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-day-in-baja.html' title='Labor Day in Baja'/><author><name>Tassajara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13441712671426189096</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-19822329.post-113867579440302558</id><published>2004-08-11T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:59:45.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/BN%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/BN%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/1600/254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1866/1958/320/254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swanky Bike - three seats of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I figured out how to put video on this thing finally. Here is one of the first videos I found. This is the amazing bike night creation in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.vidiLife.com/video/2006/1/28/308667/363123.asx" width="303" height="320" type="video/x-ms-asf" volume="-1" showstatusbar="1" autostart="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" src="http://www.vidiLife.com/reloc.cfm?cryp=011-38260114-9FDC-4015-A032-4" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free video hosting, video codes at &lt;a title="free video hosting and sharing" href="http://www.vidiLife.com/reloc.cfm?cryp=012-38260114-9FDC-4015-A032-4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;www.vidiLife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19822329-113867579440302558?l=tassajarahouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113867579440302558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19822329&amp;postID=113867579440302558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113867579440302558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19822329/posts/default/113867579440302558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassajarahouse.blogspot.com/2004/08/bike-happening.html' title='Bike Happening'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05338455067429074198</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></feed>
