<?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-2407881868568997349</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:28:06.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to Paur</title><subtitle type='html'>Established December 6th, 2006</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-3393383727801960485</id><published>2010-01-01T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:14:22.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Fifteen Things from 2009 (in no particular order)</title><content type='html'>1. Got my cute baby girl Halpert. I don't remember life before her cute little self&lt;br /&gt;2. Fat kid was born. Love her to death. &lt;br /&gt;3. Visited Nauvoo, Illinois for the first time. So much driving and so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cruised the Greek Isles and made a few stops in Turkey. Probably the best trip of all time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rode/got mangled by a Donkey, thanks Conor.&lt;br /&gt;6. Drove to California all by myself. Well I didn't make it past Vegas. The car broke down (frightening) and I had to be rescued. Thanks again Conor, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;7. Went back to school... for myself.&lt;br /&gt;8. Played more soccer than I have since I was in High School. I remember why I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;9. Learned to drive a stick shift. Also learned that I'm a cry baby who can't handle the pressure and that there are some things that I'm just never going to be good at. &lt;br /&gt;10. Saw Phantom of the Opera in Vegas. Sat right under the Chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sent Conor off to Afghanistan. This is the last one. I've been promised. &lt;br /&gt;12. Saw the baby girl and her parents get sealed in the Temple. Glad I could be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;13. Celebrated my 3 year anniversary. Alone, again. 4th one is a charm.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sold my first items on-line. I had never tried before. It was a success.&lt;br /&gt;15. Let myself be influenced by the music. Happens every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-3393383727801960485?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3393383727801960485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-fifteen-things-from-2009-in-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/3393383727801960485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/3393383727801960485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-fifteen-things-from-2009-in-no.html' title='Top Fifteen Things from 2009 (in no particular order)'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-7873515697494962946</id><published>2009-12-13T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:51:34.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News from Afghanistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SyVhyWdG-JI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rAxQ8x1Tj1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0198%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SyVhyWdG-JI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rAxQ8x1Tj1Q/s200/DSCN0198%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414841644631914642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this picture is actually from Iraq but I have yet to receive any Afghanistan pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are good in Afghanistan.  It's a lot different than the last deployment.  He doesn't work nights first of all so that makes our schedules exactly opposite.  Afghanistan is eleven and a half hours ahead of Utah.  I have never heard of a half hour time zone before but they do exist.  What this means is Conor is getting up right as i'm going to sleep and going to bed right as I'm getting up.  There are about 6 hours a day when we are up the same time.  3 in the morning and 3 at night.  Because he's not working nights he doesn't have the same phone access that he did.  He actually has to take turns.  So I've only talked to him on the phone a couple times since he's been gone.  On the up side, I do get an email almost every day.  If not every day, every other day.  &lt;br /&gt;I've made a lot of friends with other wives this time around and it's actually pretty nice to have someone to talk to who knows exactly what you are going through.  They don't ask you the questions that bug the crap out of you because they bug them just as much.  Plus is nice to have friends to hang out with that are married but single.  That's the hardest part about hanging out with friends.  If you hang out with married people it's hard cause you're alone.  If you hang out with your single friends they usually want to go out and do single stuff and that's really not my scene.  &lt;br /&gt;Conor doesn't tell me much of anything but that is who he is.  I do know it's cold, the bathroom situation is terrible, and the food is awful.  If I do get anymore news i'll keep an update going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-7873515697494962946?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7873515697494962946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/12/news-from-afghanistan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7873515697494962946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7873515697494962946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/12/news-from-afghanistan.html' title='News from Afghanistan'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SyVhyWdG-JI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rAxQ8x1Tj1Q/s72-c/DSCN0198%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-949369577041975854</id><published>2009-11-16T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:48:22.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Bublé</title><content type='html'>So anyone who knows me knows that I enjoy me a little Michael every now and again.  With this last CD of his it's gotten really bad.  Sometimes, I listen to the stupid thing all day every day on repeat.  I am in need of a music intervention.  Someone help me. &lt;br /&gt;The sad part is that I don't get sick of it.  I still sing along with every word, blast my favorite parts, and get a little girly with it on occasion.  I really should be shot.  &lt;br /&gt;That being said, he's a great singer and I love his CD's. I know he doesn't really write much of his own and remakes songs so that might turn you off a little, but if you haven't tried or aren't a fan at all maybe you should rethink things and give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a little disgusted by this admission but it's the truth. Don't judge me.  I'll still kick the crap out of anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-949369577041975854?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/949369577041975854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-buble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/949369577041975854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/949369577041975854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-buble.html' title='Michael Bublé'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-1615801971756800156</id><published>2009-08-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:56:20.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.</title><content type='html'>As an Anniversary gift to my parents we decided to throw a party at their house without them or their permission.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc01JNu7CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/do1NdkTBaYI/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc01JNu7CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/do1NdkTBaYI/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374822767901207586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few people know that Katie, Blake and I do Martha night on a not very regular basis.  In fact, this last weekend was only our 3rd Martha Stewart night since it began almost a year ago.  It's really stupid and lots of fun.  We make food, something we've never made before, and do a "craft" of some sort.  It doesn't always turn out the way we want and it's not always good but we sure do have a lot of fun.  This time was Sushi night.  We had plans to make bracelets as well but we never quite got to that part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the weekend having a sleepover with baby girl.  Here are a few pictures of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc1-eanpWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SUpaJH01U14/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc1-eanpWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SUpaJH01U14/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374824027722851682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc2ZkiSJYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/s9ybj5KUvYM/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc2ZkiSJYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/s9ybj5KUvYM/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374824493222077826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc2vnyPkeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZrBQcMLl4Wc/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc2vnyPkeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZrBQcMLl4Wc/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374824872051446242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc19ylIT9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xxlI5q_hETA/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc19ylIT9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xxlI5q_hETA/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374824015955775442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc2ZO_-4JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g2rbratc_V0/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc2ZO_-4JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g2rbratc_V0/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374824487441064082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc5IkUXQtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/05rTfkIsJ0U/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc5IkUXQtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/05rTfkIsJ0U/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374827499640799954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-1615801971756800156?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1615801971756800156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-anniversary-mom-and-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/1615801971756800156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/1615801971756800156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-anniversary-mom-and-dad.html' title='Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Spc01JNu7CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/do1NdkTBaYI/s72-c/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-3849843469878933422</id><published>2009-08-18T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:58:34.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ford Mustang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpczN9bm1RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OZx7tu1U9Hs/s1600-h/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpczN9bm1RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OZx7tu1U9Hs/s200/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374820995211646226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a short weekend trip to visit Conor. It was really short.  I left Saturday at 2pm and was back Monday at 4pm.  He only had Sunday off so we did what we could.  I landed in San Deigo about 350pm and took the shuttle to get my rental car. I stood in line from 4pm until 525pm.  You can imagine the attitude I had when I finally got up to the counter for my car.  As a treat to me, I got an upgrade to a better faster car... 2009 Ford Mustang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-3849843469878933422?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3849843469878933422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/ford-mustang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/3849843469878933422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/3849843469878933422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/08/ford-mustang.html' title='Ford Mustang'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpczN9bm1RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OZx7tu1U9Hs/s72-c/Cali,+Martha,+and+baby+weekend+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-1760044284148015908</id><published>2009-07-19T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:42:49.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis for Champions!</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of summer Katie and I decided that we were going to try our hand at Tennis.  She was looking for a sport that she'd enjoy doing to get a little extra workout in every now and then without having to run on a treadmill.  Which I agree, sucks!  We haven't had a lot of luck with vacations and the schedules just never matching up.  Yesterday, we finally got our chance.  We went down to Target and bought us some cheap rackets, stole my dogs Tennis ball and had ourselves a match.  We're both really good so it was a lot of chasing balls and standing around chatting.  I think overall it was an excellent experiment and very soon might become our summer tradition.  After all, we don't want to waste our brand new Tennis rackets.  And if things work out as planned, you can find us in the Olympics one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-1760044284148015908?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1760044284148015908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/tennis-for-champions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/1760044284148015908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/1760044284148015908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/tennis-for-champions.html' title='Tennis for Champions!'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-7140738727458704374</id><published>2009-07-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:04:36.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Adventures</title><content type='html'>So we finally did it. We finally planned that trip to Greece we always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conor and I both have vacation lists. It includes all the places in the world we want to some day visit. The list is quite lengthy so we've made it a goal to get a good jump on things while we are still young. We usually plan to go early in December for our anniversary (when the flights are cheap) but with the way the dang marine corps has been doing things these days we just have to take them as we can get them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how public the knowledge is at this point but I’m pretty sure that most people know that Conor will be leaving with the Marines for a year in Afghanistan. While this news sucks, it allowed us to plan a big nasty trip and use the excuse "Conor is going back to the war". So we compared travel lists and picked a place that we had in common that would be come increasingly difficult once the children arrive, it is for this reason that we have not yet gone to Disneyland together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up picking Greece. I spent a day at work looking up vacations and dates and as much information as I could. We found a little cruise line that takes you to several Greek Islands as well as makes stops at some of the cooler places in Turkey. We liked the two for one idea and I’d always heard that Istanbul was really awesome. So we worked out dates and planned our flights and the trip was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul, Turkey- This was awesome!! I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. We went to all the fun places you talk about in art history class including the Blue Mosque and the Hagia Sophia. We ended up spending a few lira at the grand bazaar as well but that's to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallipoli- On the boat ride from Istanbul to Kusadasi we went right passed the Gallipoli peninsula. I was amazed by Conor's knowledge during this stretch of the trip. He knows so much, more than he lets on I think. We were sailing by and he was telling me all about what happened and how many had died and who was there and I was just blown away by how much he knew about it. He finished his little spiel and the guy driving the boat chimed in with his thoughts on what happened there, less eloquently than Conor I might add. That kid has got a memory on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kusadasi, Turkey- We took a tour of the ancient city Ephesus. We went to the Virgin Mary's home, the Tomb of St. John the Baptist, and the ruins inside the Ephesus city walls. This place was crowded!! Oh and it was also like 1,000,000 degrees! So nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhodes, Greece- Colossus of Rhodes, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. Too bad, there is nothing left to see. I'm sure it was cool though. It was kinda fun to talk around town and realize that they have just built all there shops and restaurants in to the old castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodrum, Turkey- We visited the Underwater Archaeological museum that was actually part of some ancient castle. While it was cool to walk through the castle the name of the museum is misleading. Once you've paid your fee and entered the gate they have a sign posted stating that none of the museum is actually underwater but there was a section in the museum of items that they found under the water. While still cool... everyone was expecting something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santorini, Greece- I really enjoyed myself here. We were up pretty early this morning and were out on the deck when we pulled up to the dock. It was really amazing to see the way the city sits on the cliff with the sun coming up just behind it. You come in to the port at the bottom of this drop off cliff and you can ride a cable car to the top, or you can walk, or you can ride a donkey. Of course, we picked the donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to die. They throw you on a donkey, give them a shove and hope they find their way. Two times I went off the trail and some Greek dude had to push the donkey back on the path. I was nearly killed when smashed between my donkey and another one coming the other direction. I have a sweet shin bruise to show for it. At the time, I did think I was going to have to amputate.&lt;br /&gt;Once at the top we decided to explore a little so we rented an ATV and just cruised the island all on our own. It was probably one of my favorite stops on the trip. There wasn't a whole lot to see but it was nice to do whatever we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mykonos, Greece- We were pretty tired by this time. We had a really hard time getting on a good schedule while we were there. 10 days is just not enough time to adjust. So we planned to spend the day at the beach and not really do a whole lot. We went swimming, relaxed in the hot tub and read our books on the boat deck. It was a much-needed break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens, Greece- You hear Athens and you think, sweet tourist spot. This is just not so. I was surprised by the condition of things there. You know it's a bad sign when the cab driver taking you to your hotel warns you not to stop and talk to the large groups of men on the street and if you can help it don't even walk by them cause they are probably doing or selling something illegal. It was completely filthy, trash all over the streets and walkways, there was graffiti on every wall, and just as promised guys were selling stolen passports and drugs and stolen phones on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;We hiked to the Acropolis and saw the Parthenon. It was so crowded up there. I'll be honest it was really cool to be there and awesome to see but it was a bit of a let down for me at the same time. The whole thing was under construction and there is scaffolding all over. You can't get a picture from any angle that doesn’t show that they are doing work. It really just took a little tiny bit away from my experience there. It was awesome to stand on the edge and look over at just how huge Athens is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325768907752&amp;amp;site=widget-e8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325768907752&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p1/3314649325768907752/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325768907752&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p2/3314649325768907752/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325768907752&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p4/3314649325768907752/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-7140738727458704374?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7140738727458704374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-we-finally-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7140738727458704374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7140738727458704374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-we-finally-did-it.html' title='Recent Adventures'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-7593356961314829339</id><published>2009-05-29T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:38:23.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Morocco.</title><content type='html'>It's been 15 days, 1 hour, and 11 minutes since I last heard from Conor before he got on the plane for his annual training in Morocco with the Marines. This is the longest I've gone without any form of communication with Conor since we've been married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be easy, since we've done that whole "tour in Iraq" thing. It started out that way but this last weekend it really hit me that I was alone. At least when he was in Iraq I was able to talk to him via email and phone calls when allowed. You should have seen how excited I got yesterday when I was checking my bank account on-line and I saw a charge from Agadirblahblah...something crazy. It's really weird and kinda silly but just knowing that he was on the other end of that charge made me feel better about the whole thing. Stupid I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that the dry spell is over, I got my first email today. It wasn't anything fancy, it was only 2 lines, and it didn't really say much but I still loved getting it. It's always nice to know that there is life in Morocco after all. I was beginning to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-7593356961314829339?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7593356961314829339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-in-morocco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7593356961314829339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7593356961314829339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-in-morocco.html' title='Life in Morocco.'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-454566232311115327</id><published>2009-04-05T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:47:36.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Lindsay and Uncle Conor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Sdlehzx87NI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KtfYw37GAxQ/s1600-h/Baby+time+280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321388369643367634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Sdlehzx87NI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KtfYw37GAxQ/s320/Baby+time+280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's another girl. This time it's a cute little baby. I'm officially an aunt. Meet Emmilia Karin Muehlmann &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SdlgTf8wroI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y9H7843YIdg/s1600-h/Baby+time+286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321390322825080450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SdlgTf8wroI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y9H7843YIdg/s320/Baby+time+286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Born 4/4/09 at 12:38pm&lt;br /&gt;Chubby little 8lb 8oz, 20 inch beautiful baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SdlfLKVV-5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubTX87foFaQ/s1600-h/Baby+time+289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321389080072027026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SdlfLKVV-5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ubTX87foFaQ/s320/Baby+time+289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Sdle906l8VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PvPVs5wU_3Q/s1600-h/Baby+time+292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321388850984382802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Sdle906l8VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PvPVs5wU_3Q/s320/Baby+time+292.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/2407881868568997349-454566232311115327?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/454566232311115327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/04/aunt-lindsay-and-uncle-conor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/454566232311115327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/454566232311115327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/04/aunt-lindsay-and-uncle-conor.html' title='Aunt Lindsay and Uncle Conor'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/Sdlehzx87NI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KtfYw37GAxQ/s72-c/Baby+time+280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-4035895512142867810</id><published>2009-03-07T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:26:52.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><content type='html'>Puppy, that is. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLSv0vnW5I/AAAAAAAAABs/XCQYkBhjdKM/s1600-h/keira+and+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310538629677276050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLSv0vnW5I/AAAAAAAAABs/XCQYkBhjdKM/s320/keira+and+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally broke down and got Keira a little sister friend. She's the cutest little black lab in the world. She is almost 8 weeks old now. Her name is Halpert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310538735774430274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLS1__JdEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FMNNGW4KAWg/s320/halpert1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We love Halpert very much. She is such a little snuggler! I wonder if I should be worried that she is still going to want a lap seat during the movies. She's going to be a big dog soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLTCtiAz2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bb3iGgKH6FE/s1600-h/halpert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLTCtiAz2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bb3iGgKH6FE/s1600-h/halpert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLTCtiAz2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bb3iGgKH6FE/s1600-h/halpert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310538954158690146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLTCtiAz2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bb3iGgKH6FE/s320/halpert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLTCtiAz2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bb3iGgKH6FE/s1600-h/halpert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLTCtiAz2I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bb3iGgKH6FE/s1600-h/halpert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She spent the day at work with me this week and just slept like a baby under my desk while I worked.  How cute is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-4035895512142867810?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4035895512142867810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/4035895512142867810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/4035895512142867810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLSv0vnW5I/AAAAAAAAABs/XCQYkBhjdKM/s72-c/keira+and+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-4924558601249003419</id><published>2008-12-23T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:55:25.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another vacation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLP7T0e8FI/AAAAAAAAABU/lojHWFlyf7w/s1600-h/Trip+and+Christmas+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310535528462872658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLP7T0e8FI/AAAAAAAAABU/lojHWFlyf7w/s320/Trip+and+Christmas+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time we took a cruise to celebrate our anniversary, the first one together, and Christmas. It was so much fun. We went to Cozumel and Costa Maya Mexico, as well as Belize and Honduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLO9elAxuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QmMCFthUn9Y/s1600-h/Trip+and+Christmas+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico was just okay. A hurricane had just come through and it showed. Most of the shops had closed down and the landscape was destroyed. The food was good and the people were nice though. We went on a Segway tour and did some snorkeling. I especially love the goofy helmets they made us wear while we were riding. Cause you could fall and die you know. We did look stupid. Oh well, it was a blast. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLO9umofgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fFqzuLfkfFM/s1600-h/Trip+and+Christmas+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLPpGlfmkI/AAAAAAAAABM/ytmvQTVFTp8/s1600-h/Trip+and+Christmas+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310535215672695362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLPpGlfmkI/AAAAAAAAABM/ytmvQTVFTp8/s320/Trip+and+Christmas+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Belize, we did a cave tubing tour, which was awesome. We were in a small group and it was a guided tour through these beautiful natural caves in the Mountains. At one point, our guide had us all turn off our headlamps and it was one of the coolest things I’ve even done. It was completely black. All you could hear the water and the people around you breathing and you could see absolutely nothing. That's something I’d do again in a heartbeat!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLQcb1F3sI/AAAAAAAAABk/enw603JZfwY/s1600-h/Trip+and+Christmas+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310536097548590786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLQcb1F3sI/AAAAAAAAABk/enw603JZfwY/s320/Trip+and+Christmas+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise ship was great. We went to the pool, played mini golf, went hot tubbing, ate ice cream, went to comedy shows, slept in, and pretty much did whatever we wanted. It was the first time Conor had ever been on a cruise and if you ask him, I think he'll say he'd do it again. He really enjoyed the cute little towel animals they made for him every day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310535819719945442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLQMQ1lLOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZC4HRn4n_Ag/s320/Trip+and+Christmas+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-4924558601249003419?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4924558601249003419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-another-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/4924558601249003419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/4924558601249003419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-another-vacation.html' title='It&apos;s another vacation!!'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLP7T0e8FI/AAAAAAAAABU/lojHWFlyf7w/s72-c/Trip+and+Christmas+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-4770045583151513126</id><published>2008-08-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:22:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving the California Coast!</title><content type='html'>We took a few weeks off when he got home and drove the coast of California. It was tons of fun. It felt like it took forever but it was nice to just drive, listen to our music and books on CD, and just be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLHpX6cjHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rv9Pf5D4NDQ/s1600-h/California+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310526424230956146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLHpX6cjHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rv9Pf5D4NDQ/s320/California+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed in St. George the first night before we headed to LA. We hung out with Conor cousin, his uncle, and a bunch of his friends that all live there, before heading North and doing our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited the Hearst castle. That place is ridiculous! First, it's in the middle of nowhere. Second, it's just huge!! Everything is over the top. The pool is covered in gold leaf, and it has got a movie theater in it. They finished building the thing in 1948 for crying out loud. I just couldn't believe how much had gone in to making this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLIL8iufkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZxnkM23WG2c/s1600-h/California+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310527018179132994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLIL8iufkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZxnkM23WG2c/s320/California+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In San Francisco we had so much fun. Neither of us had ever been there before and it was really cool. We took one of those bus top tours all around the city and across the Golden Gate Bridge. We took a boat tour out to Alcatraz as well. How cool is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped in Lake Tahoe, which was freezing by the way! Good thing we were only there one night because I couldn't take it. Then the long and dreary trip back through Wendover. It was a great trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-4770045583151513126?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4770045583151513126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-california-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/4770045583151513126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/4770045583151513126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-california-coast.html' title='Driving the California Coast!'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLHpX6cjHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rv9Pf5D4NDQ/s72-c/California+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-312838074214933762</id><published>2008-06-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:48:02.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraq Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLjUbcQgEI/AAAAAAAAADs/BQQjVYV7ZgA/s1600-h/pre+iraq+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310556850726404162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLjUbcQgEI/AAAAAAAAADs/BQQjVYV7ZgA/s320/pre+iraq+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just one month of marriage and Conor got a call to serve a tour of Operation Enduring Freedom with the Marine Corps in Iraq. We both new it was possible, but never expected it to come so soon. He spent months training and get ready for deployment before they left in June 2007. While he did not return home again until May of 2008, I did get to see him a couple times during that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLgovpcxDI/AAAAAAAAADM/nvKwBR-z-no/s1600-h/pre+iraq+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310553901212943410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLgovpcxDI/AAAAAAAAADM/nvKwBR-z-no/s320/pre+iraq+202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLgovpcxDI/AAAAAAAAADM/nvKwBR-z-no/s1600-h/pre+iraq+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were training in North Carolina from June until September before they actually left for Iraq. I went out there for a 4th of July visit. We drove to Washington DC, and went to the beach and had a really great time together. Leaving him that time was significantly harder for me than when he had left a month earlier. It was so great to have a four hour plane ride home to be miserable to myself and just miss him before returning to real life. He was also allowed to come home the end of September for just enough time to tell me that he loved me and give me a hug before they boarded a plane and I wouldn’t see him again for just over seven months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLiYgelc-I/AAAAAAAAADk/Vj2_GeOMi5g/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555821286192098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLiYgelc-I/AAAAAAAAADk/Vj2_GeOMi5g/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time working, snowboard&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLiKhCDzjI/AAAAAAAAADc/E5BbIU_0khM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing, playing soccer, and basically just living an awkward "married but single" life. Some days were harder than others were but I made it though just fine. That's mainly because Conor was lucky to be in a position to call me often and email when he could not call. I had the wonderful support of my friends, and my family during this time. I'm pretty sure the main reason I didn't go insane was my beautiful puppy Keira. I kne&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbL4lID2xNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L1YhrrqPTZc/s1600-h/c340b79148f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w I loved that stupid dog but during that time, sadly, she was my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbL5KhAllYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0zEIsUcsYdk/s1600-h/c340b79148f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310580869678077314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbL5KhAllYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0zEIsUcsYdk/s320/c340b79148f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conor doesn't talk a lot about what happened in Iraq. If you get the lucky chance to talk to him about it and he does open up, take advantage of it because it doesn't happen often. I do know that in general he felt pretty safe while there. With the exception of a few convoy runs to Baghdad, they were pretty much on base going to the gym and watching movies. No one in his Company was seriously injured and there were no casualties, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've very lucky to have him home with me today and proud of his tour in Iraq. He's a great man and a better person than I’ll ever be. It was hard for us both but I really believe that I’m a better person for it. Hey, I’m not afraid of the dark anymore. You just can't be when you are living alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLh2KDmylI/AAAAAAAAADU/nvZ0WH7fz-8/s1600-h/DSCN0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555231151901266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLh2KDmylI/AAAAAAAAADU/nvZ0WH7fz-8/s320/DSCN0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLh2KDmylI/AAAAAAAAADU/nvZ0WH7fz-8/s1600-h/DSCN0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-312838074214933762?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/312838074214933762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-one-month-of-marriage-and-conor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/312838074214933762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/312838074214933762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-one-month-of-marriage-and-conor.html' title='Iraq Call'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLjUbcQgEI/AAAAAAAAADs/BQQjVYV7ZgA/s72-c/pre+iraq+167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-5959211624101227956</id><published>2007-04-13T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:23:10.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLDuB0PoyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zl6zD5yPe78/s1600-h/Trip+to+Hawaii+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310522106152198946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLDuB0PoyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zl6zD5yPe78/s320/Trip+to+Hawaii+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 13th, 2007 my big brother Nathan got married on a beach in Hawaii. What a great reason for a vacation. Excellent times, great beach, good company, good tan. We took Jeremy and Krista with us for an added adventure. Gotta love Maui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in a little condo in Kihei and hit the beach everyday. I'm pretty sure I got knocked out by a wave once. Krista and I went under after a huge wave and didn't come back until three others had hit us pretty hard. I just remember going under, being there for a good long while, then Conor running in to get me. Couldn't even stand on my own feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was beautiful. Nathan was so cute and Kristine looked gorgeous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-5959211624101227956?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5959211624101227956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-13th-2007-my-big-brother-nathan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/5959211624101227956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/5959211624101227956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-13th-2007-my-big-brother-nathan.html' title='Hawaii'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLDuB0PoyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zl6zD5yPe78/s72-c/Trip+to+Hawaii+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2407881868568997349.post-7767680195168540720</id><published>2006-12-15T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:37:04.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia</title><content type='html'>For our Honeymoon we went to Italy. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLX1rPuOYI/AAAAAAAAACM/LQfW9Ha284Q/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310544227764943234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLX1rPuOYI/AAAAAAAAACM/LQfW9Ha284Q/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to Rome. I don't think i've walked so much in my entire life. We visited the colosseum, the Pantheon, the Fontana Di Trevi, the Spanish Steps, and so much more. For three days we walked around the entire city. We even took a tour of the Marcus Aurelius Museum and Vatican City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLaNaB-nVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AYQpD3I9bHo/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310546834484010322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLaNaB-nVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AYQpD3I9bHo/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLaNaB-nVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AYQpD3I9bHo/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hotel there was probably the coolest place i've ever stayed. Everything was really awesome. There was this amazing winding stair case that was a blast to use... Can you imagine what I would have done if they hadn't put in the elevator from about 1860 and I actually had to use this thing? Sure the elevator was probably the 2nd one ever made but I was extra grateful for it. No joke, this elevator was the oldest thing and barely fit the both of us and our luggage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZBFpXRkI/AAAAAAAAACc/xqI5JhVTMLI/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310545523342001730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZBFpXRkI/AAAAAAAAACc/xqI5JhVTMLI/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ate more gelato than I can remember. It didn't help that I wouldn't really eat much else while we were there. It just didn't look very good and they don't keep anything refrigerated. Talk about disease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we got there we say everyone selling umbrella's on the side of the road. It didn't even look like rain so we thought nothing of it. Boy was that foolish. It rains a lot in Italy in December. We should have realized this by the simple fact that every where you went people either already had one or were trying to sell you one. Needless to say, we got drenched. Several times. I don't know why we didn't buy one after we learned that. Maybe it's because we like to live on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZTD-VcTI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qk1fwjVhK4w/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310545832130736434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZTD-VcTI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qk1fwjVhK4w/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second half of our trip we took a 4 hour train ride up to Venice. Which i'm sure is just wonderful. Too bad we couldn't find our way around the place until we were about to leave. It's like a maze. Everything is an alley and some of the roads turn in to rivers and you have to go back the way you came. It was a mess. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZ1DPUiSI/AAAAAAAAACs/8qh9lpXwGZA/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310546416049096994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZ1DPUiSI/AAAAAAAAACs/8qh9lpXwGZA/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still found a couple cool places, well really just one. St. Marks Basilica. Which after seeing the Vatican and St. Peters Basilica, just really wasn't that impressive. The enormous amount of birds just chillin' outside however, were impressive. Impressive indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZ1DPUiSI/AAAAAAAAACs/8qh9lpXwGZA/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLZ1DPUiSI/AAAAAAAAACs/8qh9lpXwGZA/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2407881868568997349-7767680195168540720?l=conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7767680195168540720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2006/12/italia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7767680195168540720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2407881868568997349/posts/default/7767680195168540720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conorandlindsaypaur.blogspot.com/2006/12/italia.html' title='Italia'/><author><name>The Paurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970670654662202046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SpdDVvpYC-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xhho3orWIrg/S220/Missouri+trip+149.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ueLY0tYWbXk/SbLX1rPuOYI/AAAAAAAAACM/LQfW9Ha284Q/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
