<?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-16749703</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:09.954-04:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Mismatched Socks</title><subtitle type='html'>You just never know</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749703.post-3990784610847177071</id><published>2007-07-18T17:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:06:09.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Seattle Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jamie.farrell/SeattleVacationPics/photo#5088599008939261058"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/jamie.farrell/Rp5V1ow6vII/AAAAAAAAABw/jOqBv30SwOQ/s400/%5C%5CShannon%5Cmy%20book%5CShared%20Documents%5CShared%20Photos%5C2007%5C20070703%20-%20Seattle%20Vacation%5CIMG_3970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us on top of the Space Needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jamie.farrell/SeattleVacationPics/photo#5088599013234228370"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/jamie.farrell/Rp5V14w6vJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T3dANVortm8/s400/%5C%5CShannon%5Cmy%20book%5CShared%20Documents%5CShared%20Photos%5C2007%5C20070703%20-%20Seattle%20Vacation%5CIMG_3975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon in front of the flagship REI store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jamie.farrell/SeattleVacationPics/photo#5088599021824162978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/jamie.farrell/Rp5V2Yw6vKI/AAAAAAAAACA/JZ1x72cGFsU/s400/%5C%5CShannon%5Cmy%20book%5CShared%20Documents%5CShared%20Photos%5C2007%5C20070703%20-%20Seattle%20Vacation%5CIMG_4103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon enjoying a home brew at our friends' apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jamie.farrell/SeattleVacationPics/photo#5088599030414097586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/jamie.farrell/Rp5V24w6vLI/AAAAAAAAACI/XA1oYBapjnk/s400/%5C%5CShannon%5Cmy%20book%5CShared%20Documents%5CShared%20Photos%5C2007%5C20070703%20-%20Seattle%20Vacation%5CIMG_4132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us at dusk with Seattle in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jamie.farrell/SeattleVacationPics/photo#5088599039004032194"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/jamie.farrell/Rp5V3Yw6vMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3xqf1z8MD3Y/s400/%5C%5CShannon%5Cmy%20book%5CShared%20Documents%5CShared%20Photos%5C2007%5C20070703%20-%20Seattle%20Vacation%5CIMG_4169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, ma!  We caught some flounder when we went salmon fishing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-3990784610847177071?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/3990784610847177071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=3990784610847177071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/3990784610847177071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/3990784610847177071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2007/07/seattle-pics.html' title='Seattle Pics'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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-16749703.post-2028230065031070757</id><published>2007-01-06T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T08:21:50.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cruise Pics - Finally!</title><content type='html'>Yep, I admit it.  It's been two weeks, and I've been a lazy blogger.  But seriously, it's been like 5 months since my last post, so getting these up in two weeks is some kind of record, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the story... On our drive to Miami, I asked Shannon to pull over at a rest stop somewhere in northern Florida.  He obliges me, pulls off the interstate, stops the car, and I look up and see this sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016904772004682274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gTzdNGiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CIqf9jFSOjQ/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As anyone who knows Shannon is aware, he &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; snakes.  In an Indiana Jones sort of way.  So I took it as a sign that he truly loves me that he was willing to stop at a snake-infested rest stop just for me.  (We didn't see any snakes there, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about this cruise was the port of St. Thomas.  I'll get into more specifics later, but for now, let me tell you about the rainbows.  I think we saw a half-dozen rainbows while our ship was leaving port in St. Thomas.  Seriously.  And they were all beautiful.  This is just one of them.  It's not the brightest one we saw, but it's the only one we had our picture taken with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gTjdNGhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jmALMZan_Ug/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016904767709714962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gTjdNGhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jmALMZan_Ug/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Shannon, demonstrating on the first day what a Caribbean cruise is all about.  We're lying by the pool.  In the background, you can see our friend Ryan.  We met Ryan and his wife Amanada on our cruise a year ago, and by sheer coincidence, we all booked the same cruise again this year.  We had a ton of fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gTzdNGjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VHCEhV-KggE/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016904772004682290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gTzdNGjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VHCEhV-KggE/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me, demonstrating how not to wear a life vest during the muster drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gUDdNGkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YWHJnakuwZI/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016904776299649602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gUDdNGkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YWHJnakuwZI/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's Shannon, playing, er, cruise elf.  Yeah.  Those conical things were on almost all the tables in all the dining rooms.  I think they're Christmas decorations, but since we've only been on the ship during the holidays, I couldn't say for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gUTdNGlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pQTTa6a5oP8/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016904780594616914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gUTdNGlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pQTTa6a5oP8/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  :)  Round one of our Christmas cruise pics.  I'll try to get pics from our 3.5 ports of call up later.  (I count the private island as half a port because we didn't actually get off the ship there - we saw it last year, and preferred to have a private pool experience by ourselves instead of a private island experience with 1,000 other people.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-2028230065031070757?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/2028230065031070757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=2028230065031070757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/2028230065031070757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/2028230065031070757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2007/01/cruise-pics-finally.html' title='Cruise Pics - Finally!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nwn6LIWI2wo/RZ-gTzdNGiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CIqf9jFSOjQ/s72-c/IMG_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749703.post-115041593057060856</id><published>2006-06-15T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:58:50.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hair...</title><content type='html'>I need opinions, as Shannon and I are in disagreement about something that requires unbiased outside opinions. (Yes, I know, opinions are like *ahem* mouths, we've all got one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which way do you like my hair?  (Note I said my hair, not my facial expression.) Top picture or Bottom picture?  And if you can't tell the difference, feel free to say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/Mary%27s%2050th%20surprise%20party%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/Miscellaneous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Decide now, so you won't be influenced by Shannon's comment.  :)  Sorry about the messed up first image; it's the best I've got at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-115041593057060856?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/115041593057060856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=115041593057060856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/115041593057060856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/115041593057060856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-hair.html' title='More Hair...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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-16749703.post-114996455765931146</id><published>2006-06-10T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:35:57.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-Bye, Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because some of you have asked for it, here's a chronological picture sequence of me getting my hair cut and donated to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me from behind with all my hair when I arrived at Details Beauty Salon in Pekin, IL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me with Jeannie. She's tying my hair into a ponytail like the Locks of Love people request. I wanted my hair to be shoulder-length when it was dry, and since it's so curly, Jeannie left some room on my hair to play after making The Big Cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she's taking the scissors to my hair. Bye-bye, my beautiful long hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, with wet short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the back view. All that hair gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on Monday morning, getting my hair ready to send in to Locks of Love. Looks kinda funny in my hand instead of on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, my hair is very poofy when it's dry. Shannon and I agree I may have to go back and get it layered, lest I continue to look like a cocker spaniel. But I do like my shorter hair - it's lighter and so much easier to take care of. My neck is grateful, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-114996455765931146?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/114996455765931146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=114996455765931146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/114996455765931146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/114996455765931146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2006/06/bye-bye-hair.html' title='Bye-Bye, Hair'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749703.post-113969354232194475</id><published>2006-02-11T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:32:22.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roatan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first port of call on our cruise was Roatan, Honduras.  We'd made plans to go to the Sante Wellness Center for the day and have massages and facials and snorkel and do lunch.  It was fabulous.  Roatan was our favorite port of call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was beautiful.  I didn't get a chance to go snorkling, but Shannon did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the parrot at the Wellness Center.  Isn't he pretty?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the ocean from the porch of the Sante Wellness Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Trees!&lt;br /&gt;And a nice splash pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the front of the Sante Wellness Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!  It's us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3936.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3936.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite view.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/IMG_3751.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113969354232194475?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.santewellnesscenter.com/' title='Roatan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113969354232194475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113969354232194475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113969354232194475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113969354232194475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2006/02/roatan.html' title='Roatan'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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-16749703.post-113798251179446666</id><published>2006-01-22T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:15:11.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion of the Towel Animals</title><content type='html'>Um, sorry it's been almost a month. I have no excuse. I'm just lazy. But would you like to see pictures of the towel animals our steward, Winston, made us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Winston with the dog that Shannon thought was a bunny. Winston and Elly, his assistant, helped me out the night he made the dog. I was feeling a bit sea-sick, but they made me laugh, which helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/IMG_3772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are our love swans. Winston made them for us Tuesday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/IMG_3842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;THIS is a bunny. Not a dog. Wednesday night's towel animal du jour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/IMG_3939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Winston must have missed the memo that one of the big things Shannon has in common with Indiana Jones is a fear of snakes. But this was our nice snake. He behaved rather well, all things considered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey, Shannon, is that an elephant on your head? Cool Sunglasses, dude!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/IMG_4013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saturday night was mystery towel animal night.  We think this guy is a frog.  That's our story, anyway, unless somebody can tell me it looks like something else.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113798251179446666?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113798251179446666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113798251179446666' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113798251179446666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113798251179446666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2006/01/invasion-of-towel-animals.html' title='Invasion of the Towel Animals'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749703.post-113590286638217291</id><published>2005-12-29T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:38:40.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight's pictures are courtesy of our anniversary dinner. It wasn't really our anniversary, but it was part of the package, so we gladly took it. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Jewel, there are a few specialty restaurants in addition to the two main dining rooms, the buffet, and the 24-hour grill. One of the restaurants is Italian, one's Latin/Mexican, one's Japanese (sushi, teppenyaki, or sit-down), and then there's the French restaurant, Le Bistro, where we had our anniversary dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this plate! Isn't it gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What meal at a French restaurant would be complete without the complimentary bottle of white wine and the handsome guy to drink it with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the French Onion soup, which was absolutely delicious. But I only ate half of it - I was saving room for the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon had escargot! He said it was delicious, too. Oui oui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this filet mignon. Me being the unsophisticated lady that I am, I had to ask our waiter what to do with the sauce in the yellow squash bowl over the hunk of meat. He said, "Pour it on," and so I did. But I didn't eat all of it. I was saving room for the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of our waiter(s), here they are! Allan and Ashi took very good care of us at our anniversary dinner, and then even offered to sing for us! We happily let them, and as Allan was in the crew talent show the night before and stole the show, it was wonderful to be serenaded with "Let me call you sweetheart" by these two fine gentlemen. They're holding the anniversary cake we received. We asked them to send it back to our room, because I was saving room for the best part. (Are you sensing a theme?) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Shannon's dessert - creme brulee. Yummy. He was a good boy and finished all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow! Did he lick the plate or what?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here, finally, is the best part: Chocolate Fondue.&lt;br /&gt;All for me. Just for me. :) Complete with hollowed-out pineapple filled with fruits for dipping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'd saved so much room, I finished all of my chocolate fondue. But it was gone way, way too soon. And in all honesty, I was stuffed to the gills at that point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our biggest regret is that we didn't try Le Bistro sooner on the cruise. It was wonderful food. Don't get me wrong - the food was great EVERYWHERE! But we had a wonderful time at Le Bistro, especially with Allan and Ashi taking care of us. They even invited us back for a private breakfast in the morning! How cool is that?! We had the whole restaurant to ourselves the next morning. It rocked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, today's moral is, if you're ever on a cruise in a specialty restaurant, be kind to your waiters and waitresses. Even if they don't invite you back for special private breakfasts, you'll have a great time with people you otherwise wouldn't get an opportunity to meet and socialize with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113590286638217291?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113590286638217291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113590286638217291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113590286638217291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113590286638217291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2005/12/anniversary-dinner.html' title='Anniversary Dinner'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749703.post-113582514394724001</id><published>2005-12-28T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:59:03.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theatah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much more fun to blog about "The Theatah" than to talk about "the theaterrrr" in my midwestern accent, so imagine me as a really elegant lady as I give you a tour of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Stahdust Theatah" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The theater is a beautiful room, with hardly an immodest seat in the house. Of course, we always opted for the balcony. Such a view from lofty heights, wouldn't you agree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/IMG_3958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/IMG_3958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the room itself grand, but the entertainment upon the Jewel was beyond reproach. I was quite nearly faint with joy during the nightly performances. The cast was delightful and the numbers performed surpassed my wildest expectations. This is a photograph of the stage on the night of the circus performance. My, but what strong men performed such dangerous stunts. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/IMG_3967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/IMG_3967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here we see the crew, cast, staff, and officers of the Jewel. On the next to last night, they all greeted us from stage after the circus. What a wonderful assembly of people looking after our every want and need for a whole week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here we have a lovely fairy guarding the doors to the theater.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if she's a pretty fairy, what does that make this guy?  In any case, I think he's one fine specimen of whatever-you-must-call-him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for tonight!  Stay tuned tomorrow for.... something else.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113582514394724001?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113582514394724001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113582514394724001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113582514394724001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113582514394724001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2005/12/theatah.html' title='The Theatah'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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-16749703.post-113573417162682560</id><published>2005-12-27T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:42:51.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cake made me do it</title><content type='html'>As part of our cruise package, I booked us a special Anniversary/Honeymoon package to add a little extra something to our vacation experience. When we arrived in our stateroom on Sunday afternoon, there was a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in the fridge. A couple hours later, chocolate-covered strawberries arrived. We got a free picture (and goodness knows we took lots of pictures with the ships photographers!), a free dinner in one of the specialty restaurants (more on that in a later post), appetizers delivered to our stateroom one evening, and a special invitation to a cake and champaign party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to the cake and champaign party Monday afternoon, just before the Chocoholics Buffet. Lots of couples book the anniversary/honeymoon package, but not a lot tend to show up to the cake and champaign party. So, there were probably less than 10 other couples in the room. Three couples had gotten married within the last week or were getting married in one of the ports of call later in the week. About 5 or 6 couples were celebrating their 35th to 45th wedding anniversaries. And then there was us - the odd ducks out with 4.25 years under our belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hostess, Julia, introduced us all to each other once we'd all received our champaign. Then she invited the ladies forward to cut the cake and serve our men. We all got a good laugh out of that, but we ladies went up to cut the cake anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that I was the last in line to cut the cake. And it was a huge cake. A full sheet cake for less than 20 people. Can you imagine? It was beautiful. And Julia instructed us to cut the cake however we wanted, and to take as much as we'd like, especially since there were so few of us and what we didn't eat would just end up in the trash. So, as the pictures below illustrate, I took Exactly What I Wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here stands the cake as I saw it when I arrived at the front of the line. Up to 18 other people had already been fed by this cake at this point in time. Notice the pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me cutting the cake. Don't I look sweet and innocent? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Julia, helping me dish up my piece of cake. Julia was a bit shocked - she'd never seen anyone cut a cake quite like me before. Too bad, really. More people should cut cake this way. Especially if it's just going to go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my piece of cake. Isn't it lovely? Heart-shaped, for me and my sweetie. And look at all the pretty flowers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you want to see the damage? Well, since neither of us actually ate enough of the cake to cause ourselves damage (we did take it back to our cabin and munch on it the rest of the week, though), I guess I'll have to show you what I did to the sheet cake. Please keep small children and innocent pets away from the computer screen as you scroll down. It's not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!  It's still a pretty cake, and now it has a heart taken out of it.  Look at that yummy raspberry filling!  Yum-yum!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, Shannon and I will return to the Jewel, if for no other reason than to sign up once again for the Anniversary Package and to visit Julia at the cake &amp; champaign party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the record, Julia was very cool.  She's from Australia and has a nifty accent.  She also works about 18 hours a day but has so much energy you'd never know it.  She's one of the people who made our trip on the Jewel even more enjoyable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113573417162682560?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113573417162682560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113573417162682560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113573417162682560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113573417162682560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2005/12/cake-made-me-do-it.html' title='The cake made me do it'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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-16749703.post-113573269820768810</id><published>2005-12-27T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:19:47.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool-worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise we went on had a Chocoholic Buffet on the first day at sea. What follows is an example of chocolate art. And yes, I did get my hand slapped when I tried to take one of the little penguins. It seems you're not supposed to eat the chocolate sculptures. Sheesh, why make chocolate sculptures if they're not to be eaten??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen here is a rare variety of chocolate fish. Known to grow up to 18 inches in length, even its bones are edible, if you can get past the giant ice sculpture guard and the rabid waiters who freak out when you lick the fish. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about beautiful music. This baby looks good enough to eat, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Chocoholics Anonymous? I need a chocolate fix. Please send an emergency kit to the chocolate castle where I've been trapped by the chocolate gods.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you don't hurry, I won't have a place to live soon. My palace smells good enough to eat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here playest the chocolate penguins. They didn't look quite so serene when I was done with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding-Dong! Big Ben's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chess, anyone? Whoops, sorry about that, I think I just ate your King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once we'd gone through the buffet, and I'd eaten to my heart's content (which wasn't much, considering this was the day I had a bit of motion sickness), and Shannon had inhaled all the fumes he could handle, I decided there was a moral to the story of the chocolate buffet, and it goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're living on chocolate fish in a chocolate castle where you play chocolate chess with the chocolate penguins next to the chocolate piano, and the chocolate Big Ben strikes one, don't count your chocolate chickens before they hatch, and keep the number to Chocoholics Anonymous close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN3890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113573269820768810?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113573269820768810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113573269820768810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113573269820768810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113573269820768810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2005/12/drool-worthy.html' title='Drool-worthy'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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-16749703.post-113555244374305413</id><published>2005-12-25T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:22:05.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is. This is the ship we went on for vacation, the Norwegian Jewel. She's beautiful, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the ship was beautiful, I suffered from a little bit of Island Hair. Can't really complain about bad hair days while traveling on a ship, though, now can I? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shannon was lucky enough to see me with island hair as he exited his first appointment with the ship's spa. And like always, he just smiled, shook his head, told the horrified people next to us, "It's okay, she's my wife, this happens all the time," and we went about our merry way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/1600/DSCN4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/1598/320/DSCN4163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's Shannon, mourning the death of the towel bunny. Or maybe he's mocking the death of the towel bunny. We're not totally sure. All we know is, we were both a little surprised when the bunny's head fell off. I won't subject you to the horrible images of bunny-cannibalism that took place later in our small cabin. But I will assure you that Shannon is back to himself, having successfully recovered from his week-long attack of "I must play with the towel animals now" syndrome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. I'll post more later. Let me know what you think of the format for viewing our cruise pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113555244374305413?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113555244374305413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113555244374305413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113555244374305413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113555244374305413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures-are-here.html' title='Pictures are here!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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-16749703.post-113053037502582572</id><published>2005-10-28T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:20:42.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogging Type</title><content type='html'>Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Clever and Witty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/clever.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of all blogging types, you're the best with words.Almost every blog post you write has legendary quality.You have a perverse sense of humor and often play devil's advocate.Impatient and picky, you tend to go off on funny rants from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't know it by looking at my history, would you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749703-113053037502582572?l=jamiefarrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/feeds/113053037502582572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749703&amp;postID=113053037502582572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113053037502582572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749703/posts/default/113053037502582572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiefarrell.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-blogging-type.html' title='My Blogging Type'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15753822294051915404</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>
