<?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-29878994</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:05:45.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>born on the island</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29878994.post-115095646312912060</id><published>2006-06-21T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T09:27:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wierdness of My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/1600/Joe%20Richard%20as%20Ozzy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/320/Joe%20Richard%20as%20Ozzy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so I once dressed up as Ozzie Osborn.  It's strange, right? Not to mention this was at work!   Someday I will publish another wierd photo of me as a woman, but that's for another day.  Anyway, where did this craziness come from?  There are those who will tell you tha tI have always been a little nuts, but even if that's true, I could make a case I inherited it reverse, from my kids.  Let me give you an example.  Today, I will talk about only one of them, my second daughter, Sarah.  Arguably, she is the strangest of the bunch.  They say pictures are worth a thousand words, so let the pictures speak for themselves.  Here is my killer daughter:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29878994-115095646312912060?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115095646312912060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115095646312912060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095646312912060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095646312912060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/wierdness-of-my-family_21.html' title='The Wierdness of My Family'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29878994.post-115095607547699810</id><published>2006-06-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:02:14.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Murderess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/1600/sarah%20murderess.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/320/sarah%20murderess.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is Sarah as a crazed, knife-wielding killer. Notice the Valentine hearts on her skirt. What's that all about? Is she some kind of Little Bo-Peep gone over the edge? Haven't seen enough? How about Sarah as a spy?  Check it out below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29878994-115095607547699810?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115095607547699810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115095607547699810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095607547699810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095607547699810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/murderess.html' title='The Murderess'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</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-29878994.post-115095582161783395</id><published>2006-06-21T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:57:01.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloak and Dagger Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/1600/sarah%20the%20spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/320/sarah%20the%20spy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is as some kind of Mata Hari, a femme fatale spy.  The wierdness doesn't stop here, check out Sarah as a rock star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29878994-115095582161783395?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115095582161783395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115095582161783395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095582161783395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095582161783395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/cloak-and-dagger-sarah.html' title='Cloak and Dagger Sarah'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</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-29878994.post-115095569450754406</id><published>2006-06-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:54:54.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah the Rock Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/1600/sarah%20rock%20star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/320/sarah%20rock%20star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this one, Sarah thinks she is some punk rocker.  Do you see what I mean?  You can learn more about her by visiting her blog at &lt;a href="http://sarahtopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sarahtopia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  Later, I will add more about my strange family, be sure to visit often, and don't forget to leave some comments.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29878994-115095569450754406?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115095569450754406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115095569450754406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095569450754406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115095569450754406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/sarah-rock-star.html' title='Sarah the Rock Star'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</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-29878994.post-115074201042249165</id><published>2006-06-19T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:33:30.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courting Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/1600/Img68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/320/Img68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This B&amp;W photo was probably taken in 1967,  a few months before Nancy and I were married.  She really seems fixated on me, doesn't she?  Well, I'm happy to say that now and then, she still looks at me the same way.  We have been married for over 38 years at this posting, and we are still in love!  Look at this handsome couple, no wonder we have such good looking children and grandkids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29878994-115074201042249165?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115074201042249165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115074201042249165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115074201042249165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115074201042249165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/courting-days.html' title='Courting Days'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29878994.post-115069357586047511</id><published>2006-06-18T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:06:15.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/1600/dad%20in%20moustache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/320/dad%20in%20moustache.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was Father's Day.  I received phone calls from each of my 3 daughters.  Susan called first, followed by Stephanie, and lastly, Sarah.  Sarah has her own blog and wrote a very nice message about me accompanied by the above photo.  This picture was taken around 1978 or 1979.  I was speaking at the groundbreaking ceremony for St. John Neumann Church in Lubbock, Texas.  Her message was very sweet, in which she spoke of some childhood memories.  Susan, later sent me an email adding her own memories.  Both messages warmed me and were very nice and touching to read.   I get a kick out of this picture because I only grew a mustache about 3 or 4 times in my life.  I never kept one for very long, I tended to get tired of them.  Anyway, I just want the girls to know I really appreciate their words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29878994-115069357586047511?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115069357586047511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115069357586047511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115069357586047511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115069357586047511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</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-29878994.post-115061122742040682</id><published>2006-06-17T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:26:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/1600/100_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1470/3194/320/100_0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose I should post at least one photo to begin with, so here it is. this was taken back in February when Nancy and I were on our second cruise. We went to Jamaica, Grand Cayman island, and Cancun. I am standing in front of the combination post office restaurant/bar, and tourist trap, oops, I mean souvenior shop in the tiny sub community of Hell. &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/29878994-115061122742040682?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115061122742040682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115061122742040682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115061122742040682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115061122742040682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/visit-to-hell.html' title='A visit to Hell'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</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-29878994.post-115061051199119219</id><published>2006-06-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:01:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born On The Island</title><content type='html'>"The Island," of course, refers to Galveston, Texas.  People from there are said to be "BOI," which stands for Born on the Island. &lt;br /&gt;I was born there the year WWII ended, in the same month we dropped the A-bombs on Japan.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you might say I came in with the Atomic Age.&lt;br /&gt;I will add more later and tell more about myself as time goes by.  I hope to make this as interesting as the blog my daughter Sarah creates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29878994-115061051199119219?l=boi1945.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/feeds/115061051199119219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29878994&amp;postID=115061051199119219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115061051199119219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29878994/posts/default/115061051199119219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boi1945.blogspot.com/2006/06/born-on-island.html' title='Born On The Island'/><author><name>buddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04156195292272214079</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></feed>
