<?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-21177899</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:24:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral the Traveling Wombat</title><subtitle type='html'>A Stuffed Wombat's Great Adventures</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-1189221958241522872</id><published>2008-09-09T07:27:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:03:19.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Japan, and a new FRIEND!</title><content type='html'>The next trip came just a few weeks later.  I headed back to Japan for another fun filled business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaLc90o9gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fMCa7r_EJgg/s1600-h/2008+-+Japan+-+Hotel+Window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaLc90o9gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fMCa7r_EJgg/s320/2008+-+Japan+-+Hotel+Window.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244032145867470338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the view from one of the hotels we stayed in.  This was a nice little town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaL9CkTvVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3PALudRbTI0/s1600-h/2008+-+Japan+-+Taco+and+Moral+with+flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaL9CkTvVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3PALudRbTI0/s320/2008+-+Japan+-+Taco+and+Moral+with+flowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244032696896961874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day I met my new friend.  Low and behold another person on the trip also has a friend that travels around.  He is an octopus names Taco (That is Japanese for octopus).  He was very nice, but didn't talk much and when he did it was kind of muffled.  Here we are in front of a big flower display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaObR3jMJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3kr1hdt4Ytc/s1600-h/2008+-+Japan+-+Dessert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaObR3jMJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3kr1hdt4Ytc/s320/2008+-+Japan+-+Dessert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244035415423529106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that day I got to have a very nice dessert and tea and coffee.  I must say that I really enjoy chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaO991r2pI/AAAAAAAAALA/eSGlAy_3j1s/s1600-h/2008+-+Japan+-+Taco+and+Moral+at+ATM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaO991r2pI/AAAAAAAAALA/eSGlAy_3j1s/s320/2008+-+Japan+-+Taco+and+Moral+at+ATM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244036011342420626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I met back up with Taco and we went to an ATM machine to get some money, Japan is really expensive.  And we got a train ticket as well to head back to Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaPqW1Cx8I/AAAAAAAAALI/vK-6ancbXC0/s1600-h/2008+-+Japan+-+Moral+at+Fish+market.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaPqW1Cx8I/AAAAAAAAALI/vK-6ancbXC0/s320/2008+-+Japan+-+Moral+at+Fish+market.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244036773964859330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last day I went to the fish market.  It was really big and they had LOTS of fish.  I couldn't believe they actually were cutting fish up with band saws.  I had heard of that before but never believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another fun trip down.  I am getting closer to being up to date, but who knows when I will get around to getting my BIG trip of the year up.&lt;br /&gt;ARF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-1189221958241522872?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1189221958241522872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=1189221958241522872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1189221958241522872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1189221958241522872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-in-japan-and-new-friend.html' title='Back in Japan, and a new FRIEND!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaLc90o9gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fMCa7r_EJgg/s72-c/2008+-+Japan+-+Hotel+Window.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-1480888324413033554</id><published>2008-09-09T07:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:27:15.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARF!  Too long</title><content type='html'>Arf All!  It has been WAY too long since my last posting and I hope I haven't lost all my viewers.  I have been to quite a few places in the last year.  I will start with the oldest and work my way forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaEAE33iGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fh9Yn8g44TM/s1600-h/2008+-+Chiricahua+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaEAE33iGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fh9Yn8g44TM/s320/2008+-+Chiricahua+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244023952962455650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am in the Chiricahua Mountains.  We went there last May and it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaGlQYSf1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yos4VkZV0uU/s1600-h/2008+-+Moral+in+the+heart+of+rocks+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaGlQYSf1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/yos4VkZV0uU/s320/2008+-+Moral+in+the+heart+of+rocks+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244026790729645906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was quite pleasant in the in mountains for the long weekend and I got to do some hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaHYB95MHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/q3VWJGuoyC8/s1600-h/2008+-+Moral+with+a+duck+rock+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaHYB95MHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/q3VWJGuoyC8/s320/2008+-+Moral+with+a+duck+rock+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244027663034167410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with the infamous "duck on a rock" formation. There is only one actual "duck on a rock" but my owners had a disagreement about which was the duck on the rock.  So, they sent out an email to some friends and had them vote as to which was the better "duck on a rock."  And the winner, by only a couple votes was the correct duck on the rock.  I happened to pick the correct one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-1480888324413033554?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1480888324413033554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=1480888324413033554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1480888324413033554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1480888324413033554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/arf-too-long.html' title='ARF!  Too long'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/SMaEAE33iGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fh9Yn8g44TM/s72-c/2008+-+Chiricahua+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-4559044907845211560</id><published>2007-11-20T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VLA, Painted Deserts and Wood Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OHbtszr0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Oa7RLlZQRGs/s1600-h/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+VLA+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OHbtszr0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Oa7RLlZQRGs/s320/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+VLA+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135096910326247234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in June or July, I don't remember it has been so long, I went on a trip to Albuquerque.  On the way there we stopped at the Very Large Array (the VLA).  There isn't just one REALLY large dish, but lots and lots of smaller dishes that are arranged so that people can collect radio waves from space and turn them into information.  Below are a few more pictures from &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OIMNszr1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SmOOPAX_O_0/s1600-h/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+VLA+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OIMNszr1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SmOOPAX_O_0/s320/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+VLA+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135097743549902674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around that area.  Like I said Big Dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OIbtszr2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/YBXnq95vZo8/s1600-h/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+VLA+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OIbtszr2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/YBXnq95vZo8/s320/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+VLA+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135098009837875042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am in one of the dishes.  It was quite roomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OJZdszr4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/arEygcwLZ4s/s1600-h/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+Painted+Desert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OJZdszr4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/arEygcwLZ4s/s320/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+Painted+Desert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135099070694797186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Albuquerque, but no pictures were taken there.  On the way back we went to the Painted Desert/Petrified Forest National Park in northern AZ.  There was a lot of red, and kind of reminded me of the color in the bush in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OJ-dszr5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PMPbXdhBtfQ/s1600-h/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+In+car+with+owner+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OJ-dszr5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PMPbXdhBtfQ/s320/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+In+car+with+owner+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135099706349957010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with one of my owners acting silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OK_9szr6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4DfjjHuAnZg/s1600-h/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+Petrified+Forest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OK_9szr6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4DfjjHuAnZg/s320/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+Petrified+Forest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135100831631388578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, here I am sitting on a piece of petrified wood.   So, this is supposed to be a piece of real wood that sometime long ago fell over, and then over time turned into wood.  It is supposed to take a LONG time for that to happen, I think it is more likely God made some really cool rocks that look like wood.  But only God knows for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall another great trip.   I will write more later!  ARF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-4559044907845211560?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4559044907845211560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=4559044907845211560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4559044907845211560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4559044907845211560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/vla-painted-deserts-and-wood-rocks.html' title='VLA, Painted Deserts and Wood Rocks'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/R0OHbtszr0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Oa7RLlZQRGs/s72-c/2007+-+Painted+Desert+-+VLA+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-4492202204967014337</id><published>2007-09-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:47.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany - the rest of the trip</title><content type='html'>ARF!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sorry that I haven't written in a LONG time.  My owners have been non-fun and therefore not allowing me to blog.  But now there is some time, and they have allowed some blog time so I thought I would try to finish the Germany trip, just in case I don't have the opportunity to blog again for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvU7-mBjhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a4T6qmk01gI/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+2+-+Berlin+Wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvU7-mBjhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a4T6qmk01gI/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+2+-+Berlin+Wall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114915928689184274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvWjumBjkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aI45ZJ69Zyo/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+4+-+Checkpoint+Charlie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvWjumBjkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aI45ZJ69Zyo/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+4+-+Checkpoint+Charlie+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114917711100612162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here is am at a piece of the Berlin Wall.  It has had some graffiti added since it was apart of the wall, but it was cool to see.  And apparently it is located along the same line that the wall was originally at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Berlin we also went to Checkpoint Charlie.  This was one of the locations where people could cross between East and West Berlin.  You can just see me off on the right side on the sandbags.  There was a lot of historical stuff there as well to describe what the checkpoint was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvXPumBjlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JTcaxncF73o/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+8+-+Sharlotesburg+Castle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvXPumBjlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JTcaxncF73o/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+8+-+Sharlotesburg+Castle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918467014856274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am at Sharlotesburg Castle, which is also in Berlin.  Very expansive gardens, but it was rainy and not a lot of fun to be out in.  The inside was also pretty nice, from what I remember.  Very classical looking and very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvYQumBjmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aN7a5QOUmrA/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+9+-+Norshweinstien+Castle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvYQumBjmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aN7a5QOUmrA/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+9+-+Norshweinstien+Castle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114919583706353250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am a Norshweinstien castle.  This is down south in Bavaria.  Also a rainy day, but I got out briefly to get this great picture from above and the side.  Not a lot of people get this shot, because you have to hike up a trail, and then across a narrow part where there is a sign that said someone died there in the 60's, and therefore be very careful.  We were, hence you getting to read this wonderful blog of mine.  This is also called the fairy tale castle.  It was built by crazy king Luis, and only something like 10 rooms were ever completed.  The rest are just empty shells.  He ran out of money and was killed before it was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvZmOmBjnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/V3denvlzs8I/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+10+-+Munich.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvZmOmBjnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/V3denvlzs8I/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+10+-+Munich.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114921052585168498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Munich is the area for beer and pretzels, and as you can see I had my fill while I was there.  The pretzel was pretty good, but I got stuck in the beer stein as you can see.  It just wasn't quite big enough for me.  Oh well, it was an adventure none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you can see me on a boat along the Rhein.  That was a long day, and hot day.  But there were a lot of castles to look at, and that was neat.  But truthfully, now that I have done it once I don't think I ever want to do it again.  Hot and Sunny and Humid and ARF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvaoumBjoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gpXS9yQqCP8/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+11+-+Rhein+Cruise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvaoumBjoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gpXS9yQqCP8/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+11+-+Rhein+Cruise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114922195046469250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rvvb2-mBjpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oIx-9TCiV7Q/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+12+-+The+Dom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rvvb2-mBjpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oIx-9TCiV7Q/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+12+-+The+Dom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114923539371232914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the left I am at the Dome in Koln (that's Cologne for those English speakers).  This building was pretty much destroyed during the war, as were most building, and ever since the war ended it has been under reconstruction.  this place was big and grand.  Lots of intricate design work that you can't even see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvdKumBjqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5XTJGx4s-iU/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+13+-+Bruel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvdKumBjqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5XTJGx4s-iU/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+13+-+Bruel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114924978185277090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the right I am in Bruel, which is a town near Koln and Bonn (where we stayed in this part of Germany).  This was the summer (or maybe it was the winter) estate for some very well to-do people.  This outside had another immense garden that was very nice, and the inside was also very nice.  You can just see me on the left side of the picture.  This was a nice day outside, nice weather and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvveX-mBjrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JFIH4Iaxfb8/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+14+-+Bonn+Wall+Statue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvveX-mBjrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JFIH4Iaxfb8/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+14+-+Bonn+Wall+Statue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114926305330171570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above was a picture taken in Bonn along the Rhein.  There is this walking/biking path that goes along the Rhein, and so we ventured along it.  Well, there was this thing in a wall along the way, and my owners thought it was a funny picture to take with me in it.  I am there kind to the right of the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am almost done with the trip.  Well, you can't go to Germany and not eat the chocolate.  Well, my owners and I went a little overboard.  And here is what happened.  Here I am both before and after I ate chocolate.  I collapsed after all that chocolate.  It was WAY too much.  And look how much was left to eat.  I understand that my owners are still working their way through it all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvfxOmBjsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pLDVnIAnSW4/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+15+-+Chocolate+Pre+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvfxOmBjsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pLDVnIAnSW4/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+15+-+Chocolate+Pre+eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114927838633496258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rvvge-mBjtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CKH4pjgLb0w/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+16+-+Chocolate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rvvge-mBjtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CKH4pjgLb0w/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+16+-+Chocolate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114928624612511442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun trip, and I am glad that I can finally share it with all of you.  I hope I get to go somewhere else soon, and write about it in a more timely fashion than I did with this trip.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have am ARF day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-4492202204967014337?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4492202204967014337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=4492202204967014337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4492202204967014337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4492202204967014337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/germany-rest-of-trip.html' title='Germany - the rest of the trip'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RvvU7-mBjhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a4T6qmk01gI/s72-c/2007+-+Germany+-+2+-+Berlin+Wall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-1008250027947795272</id><published>2007-06-23T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:47.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Germany and Return - Day 1</title><content type='html'>So, I got to go with both my owners to Germany in May.  It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rn00eDypJOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mBKjHgl2XcY/s1600-h/2007+-+Germany+-+1+-+Purple+Cow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rn00eDypJOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mBKjHgl2XcY/s320/2007+-+Germany+-+1+-+Purple+Cow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079273645762225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we went to the chocolate museum.  I remember the chocolate fountain from the last time I was here.  This time I got to see a purple cow.  Look, I mean a purple cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was only the first day and then the next morning it was off to another city - Berlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-1008250027947795272?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1008250027947795272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=1008250027947795272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1008250027947795272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1008250027947795272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-germany-and-return-day-1.html' title='Back to Germany and Return - Day 1'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rn00eDypJOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mBKjHgl2XcY/s72-c/2007+-+Germany+-+1+-+Purple+Cow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-4141550587614590599</id><published>2007-05-05T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:48.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAN! A few parting pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjykvRGZLwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ps60Xx5Zw08/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjykvRGZLwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ps60Xx5Zw08/s320/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061101213208620802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see Hover, my best friend, went with to Japan.  We slept pretty well in the bed when own owner wasn't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyknRGZLvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZthDrWY5rgY/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyknRGZLvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZthDrWY5rgY/s320/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061101075769667314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also ordered room service a few times that she was away.  We figured the company she was working for would pay for it.  The food was good, and the people were very nice to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjykgxGZLuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aKt-95BjU4Y/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjykgxGZLuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aKt-95BjU4Y/s320/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061100964100517602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the really weird thing about Japan, the toilets!  ARF! were they out there.  I mean look at those things.  They have this thing that looks like a remote control on the side that I didn't want to know what all it did, but of course Hover wanted to push all the buttons.  so he did.  Water started flying all over the place, and a wet wombat is not a happy wombat very often, and boy did I let Hover know it.  You could adjust the water pressure.  I am not sure why you need that, and I am not sure I want to know (ARF!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that was Japan, and it was fun.  I will gladly go back at any time, but will avoid the tea and the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sionara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-4141550587614590599?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4141550587614590599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=4141550587614590599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4141550587614590599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4141550587614590599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/japan-few-parting-pictures.html' title='JAPAN! A few parting pictures'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjykvRGZLwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ps60Xx5Zw08/s72-c/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-4806242043629792102</id><published>2007-05-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAN! The last weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyjXBGZLsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YLJZDAejvdE/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyjXBGZLsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YLJZDAejvdE/s320/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061099697085165250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last weekend I got to see more of Tokyo.  Here you can see the dichotomy of new and old in Japan.  I am in a old shrine (Arf! surprise surprise), and in the background you can see a new sky rise building.  Tokyo was a BIG city, but a clean city.  They can't smoke on a lot of street, and there was no litter that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyjgRGZLtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qyTmrqO7qWU/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyjgRGZLtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qyTmrqO7qWU/s320/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061099855998955218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got to go to a kabuki show.  That was weird.  I can say I went, but I will never go again.  I cannot even explain what it was or what it meant.  It was so out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-4806242043629792102?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4806242043629792102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=4806242043629792102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4806242043629792102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/4806242043629792102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/japan-last-weekend.html' title='JAPAN! The last weekend'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyjXBGZLsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YLJZDAejvdE/s72-c/2007+-+Japan+tokyo+end+of+trip+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-495807859623756257</id><published>2007-05-05T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:48.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAN! The following weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjygqBGZLoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WW1_A0ecLBg/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+1+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjygqBGZLoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WW1_A0ecLBg/s320/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+1+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061096724967796354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next weekend we got into a big train that went REALLY fast.  I mean REALLY REALLY fast.  I heard it is called the bullet train and I understand why that is now.  Anyways, We went to Kyoto for the weekend, and I got to see and do a few different things.  As you can see I got to see more shrines (left).  I think the architecture was really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rjyg0RGZLpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AbUZFJKqT98/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rjyg0RGZLpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AbUZFJKqT98/s320/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061096901061455506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got to participate in a tea ceremony.  I thought the tea was rather bitter, and won't do that again probably, but it was a great experience.  I heard that my owner really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rjyg_xGZLqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gj2x-WgtZaM/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+2+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rjyg_xGZLqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gj2x-WgtZaM/s320/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+2+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061097098629951138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arf, another shrine.  I am not sure the Japanese do much else than build shrines and go to them.  Oh well, you can also see some peach blossoms in the picture.  We missed the cherry blossoms by a couple weeks (too bad), but these blossoms we great to see in their place.  Maybe next time I go I will get a picture of the more famous blossoms.  Stay tuned for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally in Kyoto I got to see a giant gold building.  It is a very important place, so important that regular people aren't allowed in at all.  Even when the president of the USA came he was only allowed in the bottom floor.  If they can let the president in I would have thought they would want Moral the traveling wombat to come in, but they said no.  Their loss.  ARF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyhHhGZLrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CetXuFwPfR8/s1600-h/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+2+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyhHhGZLrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CetXuFwPfR8/s320/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+2+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061097231773937330" 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/21177899-495807859623756257?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/495807859623756257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=495807859623756257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/495807859623756257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/495807859623756257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/japan-following-weekend.html' title='JAPAN! The following weekend'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjygqBGZLoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WW1_A0ecLBg/s72-c/2007+-+Japan+kyoto+day+1+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-9080033770227987156</id><published>2007-05-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:49.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAN!  The early days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjydvBGZLkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XmUjsnaandc/s1600-h/2007+Japan+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjydvBGZLkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XmUjsnaandc/s320/2007+Japan+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061093512332258882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyeIRGZLmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aqujbDY0czY/s1600-h/2007+Japan+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyeIRGZLmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aqujbDY0czY/s320/2007+Japan+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061093946123955810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again!  I got to go to Japan with one of my owners.  She had to do some kind of work thing over there and so I got to go and relax.  Above you can see a couple views of Tokyo.  At first I didn't know what to think because I didn't speak the language, but I found out quickly that there are no other wombats in Japan (At least that I saw) so there was no problem there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is me at one of the many shines throughout Japan.  I am here with a stone carved dog.  I don't think I would have wanted to mess around with the dog that had to pose for that sculpture.  He doesn't look very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyeUhGZLnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zeJXcly0YNc/s1600-h/2007+Japan+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjyeUhGZLnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zeJXcly0YNc/s320/2007+Japan+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061094156577353330" 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/21177899-9080033770227987156?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9080033770227987156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=9080033770227987156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/9080033770227987156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/9080033770227987156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/japan-early-days.html' title='JAPAN!  The early days'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RjydvBGZLkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XmUjsnaandc/s72-c/2007+Japan+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-1530521196396726358</id><published>2007-05-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:06:26.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no arf!</title><content type='html'>So, my owners have been pretty bad recently about updating the blog.  I am very sorry for all of you who have been coming and reading about my adventures.  I do have updates though.  I will start them in the next post here shortly.  I just wanted to let you all know that it wasn't my fault.  ARF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-1530521196396726358?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1530521196396726358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=1530521196396726358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1530521196396726358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1530521196396726358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time-no-arf.html' title='Long time no arf!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-1592044012773957524</id><published>2007-03-08T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:11:25.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss home</title><content type='html'>ARF!  Right now I am in Japan with one of my owners.  It is really interesting, but I miss home.  I am doing my job of being moral support (hence my name).  Hoover and I are having fun during the day playing with things around the room.  The toilet is very interesting.  I will tell more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - ARF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-1592044012773957524?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1592044012773957524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=1592044012773957524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1592044012773957524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/1592044012773957524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-home.html' title='I miss home'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-5983731851272452376</id><published>2007-01-27T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on the road!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbty1KU_FzI/AAAAAAAAADg/X6WdIPg5ntM/s1600-h/2006+-+ZPB7+-+Painted+Desert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbty1KU_FzI/AAAAAAAAADg/X6WdIPg5ntM/s320/2006+-+ZPB7+-+Painted+Desert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024736066892928818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped along the side of the road in an area near the painted desert in Arizona.  You can kind of see it in the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; behind me.  BUT the key here was that I got to walk on the road.  I mean look at me.  I am walking ON a major road.  And I am HUGE!  I am as big as the cars that were passing.  You never knew I was that big did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am not telling the truth.  I am really not that big.  It is all about perspective.  I am a lot closer to the camera then the road is.  It is like what they did in the Lord of the Rings trilogy to make the hobbits to look smaller than the other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a GREAT trip.  I just recently heard that I may get to go to Japan in the near future as well.  I am really looking forward to that as well.  ARF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-5983731851272452376?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5983731851272452376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=5983731851272452376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/5983731851272452376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/5983731851272452376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/01/walking-on-road.html' title='Walking on the road!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbty1KU_FzI/AAAAAAAAADg/X6WdIPg5ntM/s72-c/2006+-+ZPB7+-+Painted+Desert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-641719064923998531</id><published>2007-01-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:49.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Advernture Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbtxn6U_FyI/AAAAAAAAADU/inAfJJXa0uw/s1600-h/2006+-+ZPB6+-+Bryce+Canyon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbtxn6U_FyI/AAAAAAAAADU/inAfJJXa0uw/s320/2006+-+ZPB6+-+Bryce+Canyon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024734739748034338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to a place called Bryce Canyon.  It was COLD and WEIRD looking.  I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that Zion was cold, but here it was cold and the wind was blowing hard at times.  I think there were times I was growing &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;icicles&lt;/span&gt; in my fur.  Those things behind me are called hoodoos.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; they are men that were changed into &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stone&lt;/span&gt; by a wolf that was really mad at them.  I knew a kangaroo that could turn &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;koalas&lt;/span&gt; into bushes when I was growing up so I can understand how that can happen.  You don't want to get on the wrong side of an animal that can change you into other things.  I like being a wombat so I never made the kangaroo mad.  I watched for that wolf all day, and never saw it.  I am glad.  I don't know if wolves like wombats or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not look cold in the picture, but trust me it was.  Anyways, I really enjoyed Bryce, except for the cold.  Maybe I will get to go back one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-641719064923998531?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/641719064923998531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=641719064923998531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/641719064923998531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/641719064923998531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/01/utah-advernture-day-2.html' title='Utah Advernture Day 2'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbtxn6U_FyI/AAAAAAAAADU/inAfJJXa0uw/s72-c/2006+-+ZPB6+-+Bryce+Canyon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-5141027395513861461</id><published>2007-01-27T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Advernture Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RbtwMqU_FwI/AAAAAAAAADA/o6o2Txb0zKI/s1600-h/2006+-+ZPB2+-+Zion+Canyon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RbtwMqU_FwI/AAAAAAAAADA/o6o2Txb0zKI/s320/2006+-+ZPB2+-+Zion+Canyon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024733172084971266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying before, I was surprised to find out that we were not just staying in Arizona.  We headed into Utah.  We went to a place called Zion.  It was quite pretty.  It was this canyon with red rock walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold though.  Here you can see me at the river that runs along the bottom of the canyon with the red rock walls lining the side.  The wind was blowing a little and I thought I would freeze.  Thankfully I was held close and warm by one of my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;owners&lt;/span&gt; whenever a picture wasn't being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbtw96U_FxI/AAAAAAAAADI/f7D5FCfTS20/s1600-h/2006+-+ZPB5+-+Zion+Snow+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/Rbtw96U_FxI/AAAAAAAAADI/f7D5FCfTS20/s320/2006+-+ZPB5+-+Zion+Snow+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024734018193528594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way out there was snow on the side of the road, and I wanted a picture with my santa hat on with the snow.  You know, maybe make it look like I was more like Santa.  It was getting really dark, so we had to use the flash.  I think the picture turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Zion.  It was different from other places I had been.  BUT the last day was the most different, and interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-5141027395513861461?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5141027395513861461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=5141027395513861461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/5141027395513861461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/5141027395513861461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/01/utah-advernture-day-1.html' title='Utah Advernture Day 1'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RbtwMqU_FwI/AAAAAAAAADA/o6o2Txb0zKI/s72-c/2006+-+ZPB2+-+Zion+Canyon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-856861576382021649</id><published>2007-01-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RbtvbaU_FvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zfxEiqaKrvs/s1600-h/2006+-+ZPB1+-+Glen+Canyon+Dam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RbtvbaU_FvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zfxEiqaKrvs/s320/2006+-+ZPB1+-+Glen+Canyon+Dam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024732325976413938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARF&lt;/span&gt;!  Sorry for the long time between posts.  I have had a good time the last two months since I last wrote.  At the end of December my owners took me to northern Arizona.  And I don't mean Flagstaff like most people around here mean when they say &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;northern&lt;/span&gt; Arizona, I mean NORTHERN ARIZONA - Page, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there I was taken on a 4 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wheel&lt;/span&gt; driving &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; except I kept falling off of the dashboard due to all the bumps and hills.  I think cars need to install &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;seat belts&lt;/span&gt; for stuffed wombats on the dashboard so that we wouldn't fly all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Page was nice.  The lake was big and cool looking, as were all the rocks jetting out of it  and lining the sides.  It was all quite picturesque.  I was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; by my owners to find out that this was just the beginning of the trip.  The next day we headed off into Utah (I had never been there before).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-856861576382021649?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/856861576382021649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=856861576382021649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/856861576382021649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/856861576382021649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2007/01/northern-arizona.html' title='Northern Arizona'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jcfG5FKYLSA/RbtvbaU_FvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zfxEiqaKrvs/s72-c/2006+-+ZPB1+-+Glen+Canyon+Dam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21177899.post-116473724421446783</id><published>2006-11-28T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:07:24.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagstaff and Sedona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Flagstaff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Flagstaff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arf!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few weekends ago I was taken on a trip to the northern part of &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like it up there even if it is cold at times. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went hiking, and I got to see trees that are my size.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture of me with one of those trees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am HUGE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pay no attention to the fact that there are pine needles under me as big as me.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Sedona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Sedona.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went on through Sedona on the way back home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were lots of mountains and rocks that were red.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess that is why they call it red rock country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, in one of the pictures it is hard to see me, because it is a little dark at the bottom but I am there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other picture is a little blurry, BUT it was getting late, and the sun was going down quickly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Sedona%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Sedona%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-116473724421446783?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116473724421446783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=116473724421446783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/116473724421446783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/116473724421446783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/flagstaff-and-sedona.html' title='Flagstaff and Sedona'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-116051705408636591</id><published>2006-10-10T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:50:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting New People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20With%20Urs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20With%20Urs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was really cool. My owner decided to let me meet a bunch of people at the photo show. I had never really met a whole lot of people before, and this was great - ARF! Here I am with Urs. He is a fairly well-known photographer. He has done fashion shows in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Milan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to name a few places, and he also does other photography as well. He was quite a good sport. He put he glasses on me. Apparently he is known for those red glasses. It was really great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20With%20Uli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20With%20Uli.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I got to meet Uli. He is a vice-president of Schneider Optics &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. He is a VERY nice guy, and always was smiling and having a good time. He gave me this nice hug.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20With%20Christoph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20With%20Christoph.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, I got to meet Christoph.  He is a camera dealer in Germany.  Also, a nice guy.  At first he wanted a picture taken of him pretending to eat me.  That wasn't very funny.  Finally, he relented and went with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Germany was a great time, and much better than 2 years ago.  I hope next time is even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-116051705408636591?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116051705408636591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=116051705408636591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/116051705408636591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/116051705408636591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/meeting-new-people.html' title='Meeting New People'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-116051612722509412</id><published>2006-10-10T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:35:27.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Out in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20Chocolate%20Fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20Chocolate%20Fountain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I got to go to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with one of my owners for a business trip.  It was a lit of fun.  I went two years ago as well, but never got out of the hotel.  I think he was embarrassed of me back then.  Anyways, I got to go to a chocolate museum.  Here I am in front of a chocolate fountain.  There was no chocolate flying out like a fountain, but there was chocolate around the base, and that lady you see was handing out chocolate to people on wafers (no, not silicon wafers, sugar wafers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20Chocolate%20Suction%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20PhotoKina%20-%20Chocolate%20Suction%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got to see the entire chocolate making process while I was there.  They had this cool machine that picked the chocolate up using suction and carried them to the next step.  It was really cool to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-116051612722509412?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116051612722509412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=116051612722509412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/116051612722509412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/116051612722509412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-day-out-in-germany.html' title='First Day Out in Germany'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115810145889509266</id><published>2006-09-12T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:50:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Week Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20Cards%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20Cards%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, the week after I got back from New Zealand I got to go to Costa Rica.  So, here I am playing cards with my best friend Hoover.  I don't rememeber what we played but I am sure I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20Rain%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20Rain%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite rainy the entire time we were there.  Here I am outside enjoying the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20Skype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20Skype.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to make sure I kept in contact with my sweetie,Cherish, back home  She is so very great am wonderful.  I cannot think of life without her.  So, I talked to her using Skype.  Free internet talking.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Costa%20Rica%20-%20TV.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I spent most of my week doing.  TV was hard to understand because they were all speaking another language.  It wasn't German, I had heard that before, I think I was told it was Spanish.  At least there were subtitles sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fun and exciting trip.  I would go back, but hopefully when it was clearer so I could see more of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115810145889509266?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115810145889509266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115810145889509266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115810145889509266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115810145889509266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/only-week-later.html' title='Only a Week Later'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764737609866186</id><published>2006-09-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:42:56.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2019%20-%20Lake%20Tekapo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2019%20-%20Lake%20Tekapo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last day in New Zealand I was at Lake Takepo.  A very nice lake with beautiful mountains all around.  Using forced perspective it looks like I am standing on a rock, but that rock is really a ways away.  My owners are so cool like that sometimes.  All in all it was a great trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764737609866186?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764737609866186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764737609866186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764737609866186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764737609866186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-day-in-new-zealand-i-was-at-lake.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764673651671762</id><published>2006-09-07T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:32:16.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Fiord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2018%20-%20Milford%20Sound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2018%20-%20Milford%20Sound.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is a fiord, called Milford Sound.  It looked a lot like a lake with mountains all around it.  Nothing to special to me.  Oh well, not everything can be really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764673651671762?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764673651671762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764673651671762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764673651671762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764673651671762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-fiord_07.html' title='At the Fiord'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764638822377663</id><published>2006-09-07T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:26:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cold Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2017%20-%20Franz%20Josph%20Glacier.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2017%20-%20Franz%20Josph%20Glacier.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that me on a glacier.  I spent most of the day in a bag, because it was so cold on the ice.  But I did get to come out and get a picture and have a look around.  I was amazed by how blue some of the ice was.  Also, seeing waterfalls and green trees next to glacier.  I guess that is why it is called a warm glacier.  I was quite glad to be in the bag most of the day due to the cold.  Arizona does have its advantages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764638822377663?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764638822377663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764638822377663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764638822377663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764638822377663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-cold-day.html' title='Another Cold Day'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764591080274727</id><published>2006-09-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:18:30.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Southern Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2016%20-%20Christchurch%20Overlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2016%20-%20Christchurch%20Overlook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Christchurch.  As you can see there is a port, and that is the Pacific Ocean there on the right.  Christchurch was quite lovely from this vantage point.  Mountains, snow, fields, water, what more could a wombat want.  I am currently on top of a mountain and it was quite cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764591080274727?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764591080274727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764591080274727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764591080274727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764591080274727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-southern-island.html' title='On the Southern Island'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764559230145789</id><published>2006-09-07T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:13:12.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2012%20-%20Huka%20Falls%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2012%20-%20Huka%20Falls%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now here I am at Huka Falls.  I was expecting an actual waterfall like Yosemite Falls, but it was more like a raging river.  This water flow is the only outlet for New Zealand's largest lake, Lake Taupo.  So, a lot of water needs to move through this very small area.  It was pretty cool, and they also use it for hydro-electric power.  Talk about smart.  This pictures looks like I am ready to fall into the river, but don't worry my owner has a very tight grip on me (I made sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2015%20-%20Huka%20Falls%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2015%20-%20Huka%20Falls%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the final outlet before it becomes a regular river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764559230145789?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764559230145789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764559230145789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764559230145789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764559230145789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/lots-of-water.html' title='Lots of Water'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764509925486456</id><published>2006-09-07T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:04:59.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smelly and Disappointing Day</title><content type='html'>The day started in the car and I was in a bag as usual.  We went to Hobbiton, the place where hobbits live, and I never got to come out of the bag.  I heard them say later that they forgot, and then they appologized, but still.  I wanted to see all the hobbits.  I have been told that I will get to be in a picture via photoshop, but we will have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%209%20-%20Geothermal%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%209%20-%20Geothermal%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, we went to a place that smelled really bad.  I understand that it was sulfer gas.  It sure did smell like a rotten egg.  This is what I got to see.  A steaming lake.  It was pretty cool, but I am sure not as cool as hobbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2010%20-%20Geothermal%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%2010%20-%20Geothermal%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another picture from the same park.  That is a lake in the distance that is apparently very acidic, but they still take boats out on it.  That doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun to me, but I am not like a lot of people.  Maybe it is becuase I am a wombat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764509925486456?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764509925486456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764509925486456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764509925486456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764509925486456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/smelly-and-disappointing-day.html' title='The Smelly and Disappointing Day'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764087843047303</id><published>2006-09-07T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T07:54:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day in Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%207%20-%20Brisbane%20Boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%207%20-%20Brisbane%20Boat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day in Australia we took a boat on the river that runs through Brisbane.  It is used very heavily by commuters going to and from work, school, shopping, and more.  It seems like a very good version of public transportation since the river winds through city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764087843047303?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764087843047303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764087843047303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764087843047303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764087843047303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-day-in-australia.html' title='Last Day in Australia'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115764054600290547</id><published>2006-09-07T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T07:49:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Other Wombats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%203%20-%20Wombats%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%203%20-%20Wombats%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This day was really exciting.  I found out along the way that we were going to The Australia Zoo.  I knew it was a very nice zoo that was run by the crocodile hunter and his family (his passing is quite sad, he did so much for animals).  Well, I had a feeling there would be wombats there, but buy were there ever wombats.  I got to see quite a few, and they all seemed very happy.  They had lots of room to run around, and they people there seem to feed them pretty well.  I saw one eating sweet potatos - yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%204%20-%20Wombats%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%204%20-%20Wombats%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I got to take a nap with another wombat.  That was quite nice as well.  I mean all the excitment of being in Australia, at The Australia Zoo, and being near so many other wombats - I needed a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%206%20-%20Wombats%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%206%20-%20Wombats%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we both woke up and rubbed noses in a show of freiendship and then I left.  I got to see a lot of other animals that day as well, and they all seemed very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a GREAT day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115764054600290547?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115764054600290547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115764054600290547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764054600290547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115764054600290547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/meeting-other-wombats.html' title='Meeting Other Wombats'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115763942326049368</id><published>2006-09-07T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T07:30:23.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Back to My Homeland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%201%20-%20On%20a%20Plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%201%20-%20On%20a%20Plane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really exicted that in May I got to go back to Australia.  Apparently my owners had a wedding or something to attend.  I didn't care, becuase I hadn't been home in almost 3 years.  As you can see I was all ready to go here on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%202%20-%20Lavendar%20Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20-%20Aus%26NZ%20-%202%20-%20Lavendar%20Farm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Australia we went to a lavendar farm.  I had never been to one before, and so I thought I would stop and smell the lavendar.  My only concern here was that there were a lot of bees, and they seemed somewhat interested in me.  I don't like bees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115763942326049368?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115763942326049368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115763942326049368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115763942326049368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115763942326049368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/trip-back-to-my-homeland.html' title='A Trip Back to My Homeland'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-115049818018008139</id><published>2006-06-16T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:49:40.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20Pinetop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20Pinetop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2006 started up in Pinetop.  There is a cabin there and I was hoping to see some snow, and so was my female owner, but alas there was no snow.  The weekend was nice.  A great time to relax.  I got this picture taken off the porch the day we left.  Doesn't it look nice.  On the way back home we stopped along the way in something called the Salt Canyon.  I am not quite sure why it is called that, because I tasted the area and it tasted like dirt not salt, and I didn't see any salt either.  I will take it by the name that there must be salt somewhere, but I didn't see any.  But, that not withstanding, it was very pretty, and I would go there again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2006%20Salt%20Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2006%20Salt%20Canyon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-115049818018008139?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115049818018008139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=115049818018008139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115049818018008139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/115049818018008139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/06/start-of-year.html' title='Start of the year'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-114547516615789782</id><published>2006-04-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:32:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees of many colors</title><content type='html'>So, towards the end of 2005 I was taken to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Flagstaff&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Flagstaff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Flagstaff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did a lot of hiking in the mountains around the area.  There were all kinds of trees - Aspens mostly - and they were in the midst of changing colors for the fall.  There were lots of yellows and greens, and some reds and oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; It was a lot of fun.  I heard my owners talking about a particular point where a fence was that they wanted to make sure they got a picture of.  I didn't get to see the fence, but i saw the picture.  It was a regular barbed wire fence.  I don't know what was so special about it.  The trees, mountains and clouds were nice in the picture, but I didn't think much of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to go back up there one day.  It was nice to see the leaves changing colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, there is only 3 weeks until I get to head back to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and then to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.  I am really getting excited.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-114547516615789782?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114547516615789782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=114547516615789782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114547516615789782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114547516615789782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/trees-of-many-colors.html' title='Trees of many colors'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-114496449331991374</id><published>2006-04-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:41:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big, Fun Outdoors Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Yosemite%20Falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Yosemite%20Falls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So this was the big trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yosemite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;  and Sequoia.  I got to go along on many of the hikes that my owners went on, and that was lots of fun - ARF!  The first full day I got to see a deer, and trees, and here was the waterfall I got to see.  It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yosemite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;.  I understand that is it something like the 4 tallest waterfall in the world.  Sure seems rather puny though.  I was expecting more grandeur.  I later found out that since we didn't go until August the water level was quite down and therefore the waterfall was so small.  Oh well, maybe next time we can go during the wet season, and it will look bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Yosemite%20Field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Yosemite%20Field.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The next part of the trip I remember was when we went hiking higher in elevation.  It was a gloomy and dark day, and it looked as if it would rain at any time.  Well, we went walking up this mountain and all these wildflowers were around.  I mean look at them, they are everywhere.  There were lots of purple and yellow, and I saw some red.  I liked these white ones I saw, but i didn't get to get my picture with one of those.  ARRRRF!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Sequoia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Sequoia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The last part of the trip was to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sequoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;National   Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;.  For some reason I wasn't let out as much, and this is the only picture that made it home.  So, here it is.  This was taken from Moro Rock.  We had to walk 4oo+ feet up the side of this piece of granite, and then there was nothing around.  It wasn't a very clear day, and this was the best picture we could get.  This was taken about half way up.  I was being held out over the edge of a VERY long drop, and was quite scared that I would plummet to my death.  Thankfully, my owner held onto me, and I made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked that trip and I am looking forward to more trips like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am REALLY looking forward to our next trip that is coming up in just under a month.  I get to go to my home country of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; - ARF!!!!!  Then we are heading to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;, and I may get to meet a Kiwi bird.  Also very exciting.  I still have a few more trips to talk about in my pictures folder, and I will try to get those up before this up coming trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-114496449331991374?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114496449331991374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=114496449331991374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114496449331991374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114496449331991374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-fun-outdoors-trip.html' title='The Big, Fun Outdoors Trip'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-114358436940099587</id><published>2006-03-28T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:19:29.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth, kind-of, ARF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Disneyland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I was looking through my pictures, and came to this one.  I remember going to Disneyland, but man this is an aweful picture.  I mean, you can't even tell what is going on back there.  I think that is the Matterhorn on the right and the castle on the left, but ARF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I remember that the time there was fun.  There was a lot of music, and other fuzzy animals wandering around.  I don't think ther were real though, beacue they didn't look quite right.  I mean - what animal do you know that wears clothes?  (Oh, sorry Clown bear, and Proffesor Pooh, and everyone else at home wearing clothes).  OK, so maybe animals wearing clothes isn't that weird, but they still didn't look right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will focus on the highlight though which was the Pirates of the Carabean ride.  That was loads of fun.  I love the Priates song - Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Priates life for me. ARF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-114358436940099587?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114358436940099587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=114358436940099587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114358436940099587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114358436940099587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/happiest-place-on-earth-kind-of-arf.html' title='The Happiest Place on Earth, kind-of, ARF!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-114314223895964347</id><published>2006-03-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:30:39.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boats and water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20San%20Deigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20San%20Deigo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, later in 2005 my owners took me to Sa Diego for a day.  Here I am on the pier near some boats.  I think I like boats, but then again, maybe I don't.  Wait, have I ever been on a boat?  Hmm...  I don't think I have, so I guess I cannot like them or hate them.  They look cool, at least the one behind me looks cool.  Do you see those sails in the distance?  I really liked that one.  Maybe someday I will get a chance to ride on one on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I remember from that trip.  I guess there wasn't a whole lot to see on this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-114314223895964347?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114314223895964347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=114314223895964347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114314223895964347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114314223895964347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/boats-and-water.html' title='Boats and water'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-114132129356578315</id><published>2006-03-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:41:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scarey Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Moral%20and%20Lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Moral%20and%20Lucy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that thing!  I mean I am the size of one of the teeth on that thing.  Why are my owners holding me towards it.  AH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry, I was remember the day I saw this dinosaur at the Field museum in Chicago.  I stayed in the bag most of the day, except to meet Lucy, the Alasorous.  Since she has been dead for a while I realized I had nothing to worry about, but still that thing is huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she ate wombat when she was alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards it was dark and they tried to take a picture of the skyline, but it came &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Chicago.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out pretty blurry.   You can jsut see the Sears Tower peaking through the top of  the clouds.  That used to be the tallest building in the world (it has 110 stories).  Not any more though.  I heard that the  Bruni is currently building what will be the tallest building in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-114132129356578315?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114132129356578315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=114132129356578315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114132129356578315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114132129356578315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/scarey-monster.html' title='A Scarey Monster'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-114072641863230765</id><published>2006-02-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:26:58.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2005%20Art%20Institute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2005%20Art%20Institute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I firgured my year of travel was over, but then, right as the year was almost over, my owners decided that they would go to Chicago.  I am not sure why they went, but who am I to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am out in front of the Chicago Art Institute.  Once inside they found out that Wombats were not allowed to travel through the art institute so they had to leave me at the bag check counter.  Oh well.  I really wanted to see the painting that was in "Ferris Bueler's Day Off" that is comprised of all those little dots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should write to them, and ask that they change the rules so that wombats can be let in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-114072641863230765?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114072641863230765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=114072641863230765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114072641863230765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114072641863230765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-years-trip.html' title='New Year&apos;s Trip'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-114055337894708704</id><published>2006-02-21T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:22:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in a German Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Germany%20Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Germany%20Bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my final trip in 2004 was to Germany.  The funny thing was that I never got to leave the hotel room.  I was just left in bed all day.  I think my owner was afraid of losing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy did I miss out!  I heard that there were ladies dressed up in balloon clothes, food, and train rides to name a few.  I mean what was my owner thinking leaving me in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope I get to go later this year when he goes back, and that he might take me out with him this time.  Until then all I have is this picture of me wrapped up in a pillow on the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-114055337894708704?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114055337894708704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=114055337894708704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114055337894708704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/114055337894708704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-in-german-bed.html' title='Time in a German Bed'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113935132634167704</id><published>2006-02-07T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:31:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time I Don't Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Family%20Camp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Family%20Camp.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I found this picture in my picture folder on my owners computer, and it was labeled as "Family Camp 2004."  I can honestly say that I don't  remember this trip at all.  Apparently there were trees there.  I think that is a lake behind those trees.  I don't remember anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that Family Camp is in September so it would come next in time order so that is why I put it here.  So, there you go, a boring picture of me in front of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can remind me about this then that would be great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113935132634167704?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113935132634167704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113935132634167704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113935132634167704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113935132634167704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-i-dont-remember.html' title='A Time I Don&apos;t Remember'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113891089799367088</id><published>2006-02-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:08:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just another month and a bit later I got thrown in a box with a bunch of friends.  &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Petra&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the platypus, Special Wife, Rose Bear, Miss You Bear, Blanket Bear, a few elephants, and some other friends as well.  I tried my best to figure out how to get out, but that was pretty useless.  I mean, they seemed to have taped the box, and there was no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what seemed like weeks later, the box was opened, and I was at a new place.  Apparently my owners bought a house, and moved.  This place is a lot bigger.  There are more places to roam when I have the time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20in%20a%20Box.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20in%20a%20Box.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20in%20a%20Box.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20in%20a%20Box.jpg" style="'width:159.75pt;height:240pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\MIKECA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20in%20a%20Box.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture here is when the box was finally opened, and I was more than ready.  All my friends fell asleep and just relaxed.  Not me.  I mean, I was in a dark box.  Oh dear!  I was nervous that I would never get.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113891089799367088?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113891089799367088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113891089799367088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113891089799367088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113891089799367088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113822251447190677</id><published>2006-01-25T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:56:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Armin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Armin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few weeks after I got back from England I found myself in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Pasadena&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state&gt;CA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I was taken there to a Creation Entertainment Sci-Fi convention (Grand Slam to be exact, well that was what the signs all said). While there I didn't come out much. I did hear all the stars talk, that was pretty cool. At the end of the day I got to come out. I figured we were at the hotel, but there was Armin Shimerman. Yes, that great guy from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (Quark) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the principle). By the way I really like Buffy. It was a well written show, and Buffy was dreamy. Anyways, my owner asked if he could take a picture of the two of us together, and he said that would be great. So, here I am, on top of Armin's head. ARF! I look just like a tribble from the episode "Trials and Tribble-ations" on DSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I figured that was it.  You know that one big star a day is really the limit for most wombat.  BUT I then got to meet another star.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Davis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Davis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes there he is, John Rhys-Davies.  He was on Sliders, Star Trek: Voyager, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Indiana Jones, and many other things.  He was a great guy as well, but not as much fun as Armin.  I mean, why couldn't I sit on his head.  Really now, just holding me there.  Oh well, I guess that is the best I could do.  And who am I to complain.  I got to meet two big stars.  This was defiantly one of the best days of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113822251447190677?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113822251447190677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113822251447190677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113822251447190677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113822251447190677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/meeting-stars.html' title='Meeting the Stars'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113803866879131373</id><published>2006-01-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:51:08.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A really big clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20and%20Big%20Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20and%20Big%20Ben.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I figured I was stuck in the bag the rest of the day, but low and behold I got to get my picture with the famous Big Ben.  What can one say, it was big.  It was nice to get out again, but it was nothing special.  That was my part of the trip to England.  I heard that my owners got out to other parts of England, but for some reason I wasn't allowed out.  I heard Beatles music one day, but that is all I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay turned.  More out of country adventures to come, and in 2004 I got to meet two celebrities.  In fact that is what happened next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113803866879131373?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113803866879131373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113803866879131373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113803866879131373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113803866879131373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/really-big-clock.html' title='A really big clock'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113803802281435730</id><published>2006-01-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:40:22.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Beefeater.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Beefeater.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet you would never guess who I met inside the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;London&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  I met a stuffed Beefeater.  Yep, those guys that drink a lot.  Well, they have in their service a stuffed bear that was doing a very good job of guarding the gift shop.  I am glad to see that the queen is non-discriminatory towards stuffed bear.  Also, he was the biggest stuffed bear I had ever met.  Not much of a talker though.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113803802281435730?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113803802281435730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113803802281435730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113803802281435730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113803802281435730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/inside-walls.html' title='Inside the walls'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113803765081731709</id><published>2006-01-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:34:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next day in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20at%20the%20Tower%20of%20London.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20at%20the%20Tower%20of%20London.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day I was out and about.  The first big stop was the Tower of London.  This is where they keep the crwon jewels.  I didn't get to see them, but I heard that there were guys there with machine guns protecting it.  I guess my owners thought that a stuffed wombat would ahve caused a scene.  Oh well, I think I would look good with a gold crown.  I wonder if they make them in a size XXXS more wombats like me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113803765081731709?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113803765081731709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113803765081731709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113803765081731709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113803765081731709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/next-day-in-london.html' title='The next day in London'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113786467202926991</id><published>2006-01-21T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:31:57.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20enjoying%20a%20show%20on%20the%20west%20end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20enjoying%20a%20show%20on%20the%20west%20end.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After tea it was time to go to a show on the West End.  I had heard that there were a lot of really good shows there.  I wasn't given a vote on what we were going to see, ARF!  They picked "Thoroughly Modern Millie."  We had really good seats.  When one went to the bathroom I got to be a seat holder.  As you can see it was pretty nice.  The show sounded pretty good too.  I only heard it through the bag.  The lady who played Millie had a really good American accent.  Also, the thing I remember the most was this oriental sounding lady saying "So, sad to be all alone in the world" over and over and people laughing.  So, it was funny, I guess.  That was a long day, and then it was time for bed, well bag sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113786467202926991?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113786467202926991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113786467202926991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113786467202926991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113786467202926991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-at-show.html' title='Fun at the Show'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113786342212771729</id><published>2006-01-21T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:19:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20having%20Tea.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20having%20Tea.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now this was where I got to have tea.  It was a long day in a bag, and I didn't see a whole lot other than the inside of a bag. Oh yeah, it was opened once in a while so my owners could get something out, or put something back in, but besides that: NOTHING! I was pretty bored, and then I was let loose. They were having a real English tea, and I was able to participate. Here I am trying to eat a biscuit with jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113786342212771729?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113786342212771729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113786342212771729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113786342212771729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113786342212771729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113786334821862211</id><published>2006-01-21T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:20:54.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Later that evening</title><content type='html'>So, after I was placed back in the bag after meeting the queen my owners left.  We didn't go very far before I was out again.  They placed me in a big red phone booth.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20and%20a%20Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20and%20a%20Phone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sure why, I think they wanted me to make a call, but they forgot to tell me the number, plus, I cannot use the phone my arms are too short.  Oh well, they took a picture and seemed pretty happy.  That was it there. I must say that the phone booth was very nice on the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113786334821862211?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113786334821862211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113786334821862211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113786334821862211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113786334821862211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/later-that-evening.html' title='Later that evening'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113768581955703302</id><published>2006-01-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:20:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Adventure in England (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/1600/2004%20Moral%20and%20the%20Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/1481/320/2004%20Moral%20and%20the%20Queen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arf, the first thing I got to do was go to a Medival Banquet in London.  There were a lot of loud noises outside the bag I was in, but I have no idea what exactly happened.  At the end of the night I got to meet the queen though.  She was a little quiet.  Maybe she wasn't used to such adventurous wombats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113768581955703302?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113768581955703302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113768581955703302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113768581955703302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113768581955703302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-adventure-in-england-part-1.html' title='The First Adventure in England (part 1)'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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-21177899.post-113763250630032859</id><published>2006-01-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:20:41.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral's First Adventure</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Moral.  How I got my name is a long story, and maybe I will write it down here one day.  I am a stuffed Wombat.  My owners purchased me on their honeymoon in Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going good until they took me on a trip to England the following year.   I got lost on the airplane. I fell out of their bag and rolled along the floor.  I was sure we had lost my owners, and I would never see them again. Then some nice person placed me on the emergency exit door, and when one of my owners got up to use the restroom he saw me and saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point on they decided that I was an adventurous stuffed wombat, and I decided to document my adventures.  So, they started taking pictures of me in different locations.  That is what this webpage is dedicated to: Moral's Great Adventures!  I hope you enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21177899-113763250630032859?l=moralsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113763250630032859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21177899&amp;postID=113763250630032859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113763250630032859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21177899/posts/default/113763250630032859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralsadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/morals-first-adventure.html' title='Moral&apos;s First Adventure'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12003286180218813497</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>
