tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41110597847895658142011-04-21T14:18:02.573-05:00philjryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15695404944871476857noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111059784789565814.post-59006595101876381372007-11-20T21:08:00.000-05:002007-12-22T22:04:21.451-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">This year, my Mom, her two sisters, their husbands and children (2 kids each), my brother, his wife and two children, and I all went to the Jersey shore for vacation. It was a blast.<br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R0OWT0PqsHI/AAAAAAAAABk/JcpKFQlXkbQ/s1600-h/DaniShore1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R0OWT0PqsHI/AAAAAAAAABk/JcpKFQlXkbQ/s320/DaniShore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135113267318534258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Danielle wasted no time and got her bathing suit on as soon as we got there.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R0OXbUPqsII/AAAAAAAAABs/F_hgGE_hHhc/s1600-h/PhilShore1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R0OXbUPqsII/AAAAAAAAABs/F_hgGE_hHhc/s320/PhilShore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135114495679180930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I held the camera, but Danielle pressed the shutter, so she gets the photo credit on this one.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R22jyDQr-tI/AAAAAAAAACE/oyevPkHgs9E/s1600-h/AlexShore1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R22jyDQr-tI/AAAAAAAAACE/oyevPkHgs9E/s320/AlexShore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146950029418429138" border="0" /></a><br />Alex says, "Hey! I want to go to the beach too!"<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R22knDQr-uI/AAAAAAAAACM/PHManUzrUHs/s1600-h/KellyShore1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R22knDQr-uI/AAAAAAAAACM/PHManUzrUHs/s320/KellyShore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146950939951495906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My cousin Steve brought his girlfriend Kelly along and his Dad Harry snapped this shot of her with my camera. Way to go Harry...and umm...way to go Steve. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23DpzQr-vI/AAAAAAAAACU/s2jbaxBD8ck/s1600-h/Lighthouse1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23DpzQr-vI/AAAAAAAAACU/s2jbaxBD8ck/s320/Lighthouse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146985072056597234" border="0" /></a><br />The town we stayed in was called Barnegut Light after the lighthouse above.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23ExTQr-wI/AAAAAAAAACc/9sZEcivrc9Y/s1600-h/JayRShore1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23ExTQr-wI/AAAAAAAAACc/9sZEcivrc9Y/s320/JayRShore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146986300417243906" border="0" /></a><br />In the middle of the week, Katie and I went to see her horse Jay-R. He was none too happy that it was so hot and humid, so he let off some steam in the paddock.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23G8DQr-xI/AAAAAAAAACk/vI06eBQfGjU/s1600-h/Ergas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23G8DQr-xI/AAAAAAAAACk/vI06eBQfGjU/s320/Ergas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146988684124093202" border="0" /></a><br />After visiting Jay-R, Kate and I stopped at Erga's Bakery to get Harry his favorite cookies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23H_jQr-yI/AAAAAAAAACs/tC_2PP16m4w/s1600-h/DaniShore2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23H_jQr-yI/AAAAAAAAACs/tC_2PP16m4w/s320/DaniShore2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146989843765263138" border="0" /></a><br />Once we got back to Barnegut Light, some of us went shopping and I got a nice shot of Danielle.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23MHzQr-zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9w2nZ1mvkSI/s1600-h/DaniKate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23MHzQr-zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9w2nZ1mvkSI/s320/DaniKate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146994383545695026" border="0" /></a><br />After shopping, everyone had fun on the deck. Katie seized the opportunity to tickle Danielle.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23OwTQr-0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kLsyBY9ItjE/s1600-h/MustacheBill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/R23OwTQr-0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kLsyBY9ItjE/s320/MustacheBill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146997278353652546" border="0" /></a><br />Before we left town, we brought our own Mustache Bill to Mustache Bill's Diner.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4111059784789565814-5900659510187638137?l=philjryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>philjryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15695404944871476857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111059784789565814.post-55313810361338441362007-04-16T11:37:00.000-05:002007-04-16T12:17:55.359-05:00<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Chris had to go back to Oneonta on Easter Sunday, so we all got together and celebrated the day before...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOpTWzZtzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/E-3IVGumVm0/s1600-h/Katie_Wine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOpTWzZtzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/E-3IVGumVm0/s320/Katie_Wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054069356843611954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Katie was sad to see Chris go, so she drank a lot of wine.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOp4GzZt0I/AAAAAAAAABE/XRsTsTs2PMo/s1600-h/Bill_Concerned.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOp4GzZt0I/AAAAAAAAABE/XRsTsTs2PMo/s320/Bill_Concerned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054069988203804482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bill was none to pleased with all that drinking...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOqemzZt1I/AAAAAAAAABM/EVtg_QvYPuA/s1600-h/Bill_Shooting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOqemzZt1I/AAAAAAAAABM/EVtg_QvYPuA/s320/Bill_Shooting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054070649628768082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...so he shot everyone with his invisible no-drinking gun (it's shaped like a bazooka)...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOuCmzZt2I/AAAAAAAAABU/B01VqAqmTCY/s1600-h/BugEye_Collage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOuCmzZt2I/AAAAAAAAABU/B01VqAqmTCY/s320/BugEye_Collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054074566638942050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...but it backfired and made everyone's eyes bug out!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOuYmzZt3I/AAAAAAAAABc/hPHKhDVr_CU/s1600-h/KateEye_Closeup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RiOuYmzZt3I/AAAAAAAAABc/hPHKhDVr_CU/s320/KateEye_Closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054074944596064114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Luckily, 5 hours later, our eyes returned to normal.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4111059784789565814-5531381036133844136?l=philjryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>philjryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15695404944871476857noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4111059784789565814.post-58349737928381894182007-03-21T17:26:00.000-05:002007-03-21T18:29:13.002-05:00<div style="text-align: left;">My brother's wife Deb was born on St.Patrick's Day, so they came to visit and brought along their two kids. Here are some photos from the visit...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG5fHZvspI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xX5bgRHwhyQ/s1600-h/Alex_IGP0718.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG5fHZvspI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xX5bgRHwhyQ/s320/Alex_IGP0718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044517001845781138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">If you shove a blanket in Alex's mouth, he's much quieter.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG4ynZvsoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3UsiLnwRs_c/s1600-h/Alex2_IGP0725.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG4ynZvsoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3UsiLnwRs_c/s320/Alex2_IGP0725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044516237341602434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">If you remove the blanket, he'll just put the coffee table in its place.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG6jXZvsqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uOEO-djS5TU/s1600-h/Grandma_IGP0744.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG6jXZvsqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uOEO-djS5TU/s320/Grandma_IGP0744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044518174371852962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma was happy to see the kids, and we were happy to see Grandma.<br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG8YHZvsrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nA5vuNXUbck/s1600-h/Dani_IGP0739.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG8YHZvsrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nA5vuNXUbck/s320/Dani_IGP0739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044520180121580210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Alex's sister Danielle, plotting her next adventure.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG-5nZvssI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MPIbMS3ktdo/s1600-h/Dani2_IGP0770.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvOklgbeeC4/RgG-5nZvssI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MPIbMS3ktdo/s320/Dani2_IGP0770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044522954670453442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Danielle's always ready for her closeup.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4111059784789565814-5834973792838189418?l=philjryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>philjryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15695404944871476857noreply@blogger.com3