<?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-18512303</id><updated>2012-01-06T16:28:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tighe tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter</name><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>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8749839608062655798</id><published>2011-12-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:16:06.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLDChZt9u_U/TuOTalfP_BI/AAAAAAAABD8/_uH2IQnIKMM/s1600/image%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLDChZt9u_U/TuOTalfP_BI/AAAAAAAABD8/_uH2IQnIKMM/s400/image%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Years from the Tighes. Wishing you a wonderful season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8749839608062655798?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8749839608062655798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=8749839608062655798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8749839608062655798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8749839608062655798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2011/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings!'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/-yLDChZt9u_U/TuOTalfP_BI/AAAAAAAABD8/_uH2IQnIKMM/s72-c/image%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3102994670067986935</id><published>2011-10-06T11:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:47:31.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broomfield Blast Wins Tourney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saR60ftYpU8/To3pa1PbZuI/AAAAAAAABDM/jfeIdnSoTx8/s1600/pt-jonasoccer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saR60ftYpU8/To3pa1PbZuI/AAAAAAAABDM/jfeIdnSoTx8/s400/pt-jonasoccer3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660436953852241634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jona is really picking up soccer well in her second season. She is on a great team with great coaches and it's been so fun to watch her develop as a player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3102994670067986935?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3102994670067986935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=3102994670067986935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3102994670067986935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3102994670067986935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2011/10/broomfield-blast-wins-tourney.html' title='Broomfield Blast Wins Tourney'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/-saR60ftYpU8/To3pa1PbZuI/AAAAAAAABDM/jfeIdnSoTx8/s72-c/pt-jonasoccer3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-9134692154418077456</id><published>2011-07-31T09:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:46:36.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenfest 2011 - Main Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjK5Xso0nsI/TjV4ymrVEgI/AAAAAAAABC8/mt8w1K24yNA/s1600/2011-07-30_14-37-42_156%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjK5Xso0nsI/TjV4ymrVEgI/AAAAAAAABC8/mt8w1K24yNA/s400/2011-07-30_14-37-42_156%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635543319495119362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-9134692154418077456?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/9134692154418077456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=9134692154418077456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/9134692154418077456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/9134692154418077456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2011/07/heavenfest-2011-main-stage.html' title='Heavenfest 2011 - Main Stage'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/-xjK5Xso0nsI/TjV4ymrVEgI/AAAAAAAABC8/mt8w1K24yNA/s72-c/2011-07-30_14-37-42_156%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7049019688069104372</id><published>2011-07-08T07:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:03:26.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Great Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ-Eck2i5gU/ThcAHXA4LzI/AAAAAAAABCs/4GFRI9RFito/s1600/IMG_0575.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ-Eck2i5gU/ThcAHXA4LzI/AAAAAAAABCs/4GFRI9RFito/s400/IMG_0575.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun having 70 of our friends over for our 15th anniversary party, we forgot to take pictures. Friend snapped this on his phone, so there is proof the party took place. 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She fills out that hat just a wee bit more now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1029040248461936435?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1029040248461936435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=1029040248461936435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1029040248461936435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1029040248461936435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-year-ago.html' title='One Year Ago'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/-4Luek-ZUUTA/Tgd7Q90_PcI/AAAAAAAABBc/sdG0ZcZ-410/s72-c/vidcam.family%2B177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-488181481997919641</id><published>2011-06-01T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:39:26.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VT6ppTkCr4U/TecF3oIoJPI/AAAAAAAABBA/r1W4kxgEssQ/s1600/family.hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8420523068289978051</id><published>2011-05-25T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:44:46.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just About One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gm73vv9EniY/Td0VyLVrAhI/AAAAAAAABAw/HKXh1PAXL7c/s1600/PiperCrawl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gm73vv9EniY/Td0VyLVrAhI/AAAAAAAABAw/HKXh1PAXL7c/s400/PiperCrawl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610664662554837522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You didn't know I was this cute?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8420523068289978051?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8420523068289978051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=8420523068289978051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8420523068289978051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8420523068289978051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-about-one.html' title='Just About One'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/-gm73vv9EniY/Td0VyLVrAhI/AAAAAAAABAw/HKXh1PAXL7c/s72-c/PiperCrawl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5525587051884064428</id><published>2011-04-05T11:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:10:43.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenwood Hot Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kog7AheIVKg/TZtMgXqi-FI/AAAAAAAABAg/z_2-bKjQKBk/s1600/Fam.Hot%2BSprings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kog7AheIVKg/TZtMgXqi-FI/AAAAAAAABAg/z_2-bKjQKBk/s400/Fam.Hot%2BSprings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592147481302595666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice time I about forgot to take pictures. Enjoyed a couple visits to the springs over the kid's spring break. We took in Glenwood Springs for four days and three nights, including couple days at Sunlight Mountain for some skiing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5525587051884064428?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5525587051884064428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5525587051884064428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5525587051884064428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5525587051884064428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2011/04/glenwood-hot-springs.html' title='Glenwood Hot Springs'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/-Kog7AheIVKg/TZtMgXqi-FI/AAAAAAAABAg/z_2-bKjQKBk/s72-c/Fam.Hot%2BSprings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7777215752259545553</id><published>2011-01-12T11:19:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T08:39:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I think I just saw 2010 buzz by, but I'm not sure. Possibly the fastest year of my life. Tighe crew is rolling in to the new year with the same speed it seems. Maybe four kids just accelerates the process, and I need to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TUQzkKVHGiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FDRzSM6wa0s/s1600/Family%2BPic%2B2.new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TUQzkKVHGiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FDRzSM6wa0s/s400/Family%2BPic%2B2.new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567631735677983266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan might possibly win the Nobel Prize for mom of the year. She destroys me in her ability to remain a constant source of faithfulness in the little things. Those little things add up in her list to equal one huge impact on our family. Her pay? Hmmm. Guess I'm the lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonatha is on the verge of tweendom and loving it. With her iPod touch, black belt in Tae Kwon Do, new status as a 4th grader, she is getting the crazy idea that she is no longer a little girl. On that note...where's my little girl?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan is rapidly turning into a muscle machine. He is three months in on his first wrestling season and his workouts are insane. He also got his first Bible now that he is reading like a madman. He loves guns, knives and complete destruction of inanimate objects. Did I mention he's a boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam is in the midst of his third year of life and this dude is one serious entertainer. I think he awakes to each day with a kick and a punch and then the motor revs at high rpm's until sunset. Dude is crazy cute and should be in commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper is closing in on year one fast. She got her personality in gear at 4 months and it continues to emerge. I am questioning the name choice, however. This chick is freakish loud! Hands down, has all three siblings beat in decibel production. Her eyes, though, soften the blow. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TUQzXg1ub0I/AAAAAAAAA_0/qHm5u6mbAo4/s1600/Family%2BPic%2B1.new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TUQzXg1ub0I/AAAAAAAAA_0/qHm5u6mbAo4/s400/Family%2BPic%2B1.new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567631518382059330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, well. Blessed by an amazing wife, four children and a God who reigns over us all. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2011 be a blessed year for you and your loved ones. I hope you see Jesus at work in your life. He loves you with an insane love that won't quit. Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7777215752259545553?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7777215752259545553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=7777215752259545553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7777215752259545553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7777215752259545553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/TUQzkKVHGiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FDRzSM6wa0s/s72-c/Family%2BPic%2B2.new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5892728910872196144</id><published>2010-12-19T20:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:13:30.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy &amp; His Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TQ7J1YMo2gI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SN8D1qJoXro/s1600/meandgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TQ7J1YMo2gI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SN8D1qJoXro/s400/meandgirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552597309460109826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5892728910872196144?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5892728910872196144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5892728910872196144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5892728910872196144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5892728910872196144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2010/12/daddy-his-girls.html' title='Daddy &amp; His Girls'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/TQ7J1YMo2gI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SN8D1qJoXro/s72-c/meandgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-6862579739380372245</id><published>2010-11-22T10:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:24:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b3c8594f8c18467" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b3c8594f8c18467%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331093255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1454961C7FBC9F5E407AF1F7B0CDED958C2F6DF1.1AB740E0D9F425CB7CCCA7787E0E5013CDCCE5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b3c8594f8c18467%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhPgzCaGXQ3JKcKNSdjWR8kXgQzg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b3c8594f8c18467%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331093255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1454961C7FBC9F5E407AF1F7B0CDED958C2F6DF1.1AB740E0D9F425CB7CCCA7787E0E5013CDCCE5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b3c8594f8c18467%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhPgzCaGXQ3JKcKNSdjWR8kXgQzg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-6862579739380372245?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3b3c8594f8c18467&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/6862579739380372245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=6862579739380372245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6862579739380372245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6862579739380372245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2010/11/wrestling.html' title='Wrestling'/><author><name>Peter</name><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-18512303.post-951949236782951025</id><published>2010-11-06T15:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:39:22.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrew Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TNXK52Zez_I/AAAAAAAAA-k/jzqaDov_7W0/s1600/Tatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TNXK52Zez_I/AAAAAAAAA-k/jzqaDov_7W0/s400/Tatt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536554412125638642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means "Grace and Truth". Inside forearm. My first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-951949236782951025?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/951949236782951025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=951949236782951025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/951949236782951025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/951949236782951025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2010/11/hebrew-tattoo.html' title='Hebrew Tattoo'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/TNXK52Zez_I/AAAAAAAAA-k/jzqaDov_7W0/s72-c/Tatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2200164682782547686</id><published>2010-10-22T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:00:41.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Liam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TMG1DUdmYVI/AAAAAAAAA98/oAaAIwAaklA/s1600/LD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TMG1DUdmYVI/AAAAAAAAA98/oAaAIwAaklA/s400/LD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530900886024773970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Summer 2009. One of my all time favs of Liam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2200164682782547686?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2200164682782547686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=2200164682782547686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2200164682782547686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2200164682782547686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-liam.html' title='Happy Birthday Liam!'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/TMG1DUdmYVI/AAAAAAAAA98/oAaAIwAaklA/s72-c/LD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3802913272913264306</id><published>2010-10-15T14:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:22:43.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLi4CA2bx4I/AAAAAAAAA90/LJdzdvxh4Uo/s1600/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLi4CA2bx4I/AAAAAAAAA90/LJdzdvxh4Uo/s400/kids.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528370887324845954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3802913272913264306?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3802913272913264306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=3802913272913264306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3802913272913264306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3802913272913264306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-walk.html' title='Fall Walk'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLi4CA2bx4I/AAAAAAAAA90/LJdzdvxh4Uo/s72-c/kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3080540832012993210</id><published>2010-10-12T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:12:39.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Creek Pumpkin Patch 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUjihbbdlI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ipwe8UMJFlQ/s1600/105_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUjihbbdlI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ipwe8UMJFlQ/s400/105_0353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527363193663092306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3080540832012993210?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3080540832012993210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3080540832012993210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2010/10/rock-creek-pumpkin-patch-2010.html' title='Rock Creek Pumpkin Patch 2010'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUjihbbdlI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ipwe8UMJFlQ/s72-c/105_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5173540158783097582</id><published>2010-10-12T20:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:49:05.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUdlr_8usI/AAAAAAAAA9E/hHW5vCg_rrc/s1600/105_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUdlr_8usI/AAAAAAAAA9E/hHW5vCg_rrc/s400/105_0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527356650970462914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RMNP 13,000ft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUdd0eMdwI/AAAAAAAAA88/e_zS3vmiaps/s1600/105_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUdd0eMdwI/AAAAAAAAA88/e_zS3vmiaps/s400/105_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527356515805853442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking at 18 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUdYDe_-UI/AAAAAAAAA80/WRV6YfcD7Jw/s1600/105_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUdYDe_-UI/AAAAAAAAA80/WRV6YfcD7Jw/s400/105_0177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527356416756545858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper June with Dr. Roos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5173540158783097582?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5173540158783097582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5173540158783097582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2010/10/summer-shots.html' title='Summer Shots'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/TLUdlr_8usI/AAAAAAAAA9E/hHW5vCg_rrc/s72-c/105_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5378900799962025268</id><published>2009-08-19T13:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:59:18.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Jonatha and Aidan both got back to the world of studying today. We have had a great summer, filled with tons of pool time, little hiking, biking, and BBQ. Kids have been doing really well and both are pretty stoked over their new teachers...at least for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SoxXlZDT-jI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wSOEXWEL-Y0/s1600-h/kiddos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SoxXlZDT-jI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wSOEXWEL-Y0/s400/kiddos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371764755437713970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonatha is now in the third grade, is about to get her blue belt in Tae Kwon Do and is still rock climbing a bunch. She had her first excursion in the mountains this year and bagged a 5.10 peak...pretty impressive. I would never do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan is now in the first grade, just completed a couple rounds of summer hi-hop dance classes and is starting U8 soccer in Louisville this month. He is as energetic as ever and is glad to be a big boy now (not in Kindergarten). Aidan has a huge heart for people and is a praying fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam is almost 1...wow! I cant believe that 10 months ago I was holding a tiny little 7 lb handful of joy and he is now about to walk, is saying mommy and daddy (and of course, "no") and is 25 lbs. He's a monster and we love every inch of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SoxZHQCgq7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/gW5WQQkbE5M/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SoxZHQCgq7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/gW5WQQkbE5M/s400/school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371766436645612466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan and I are blessed with amazing children and are excited to watch their growth this fall. Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5378900799962025268?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5378900799962025268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5378900799962025268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SoxXlZDT-jI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wSOEXWEL-Y0/s72-c/kiddos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5138147694277310906</id><published>2009-08-04T19:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:56:17.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EMT School - Firefighting Update</title><content type='html'>Well, with my 2008 Wildland Training, 2009 Firefighter I and Haz Mat Ops Academies behind me, I now embrace EMT school. EMT will consist of 4 hours on Monday and 4 hours on Wednesday for the next 4 months, along with clinicals on Saturdays at Avista Hospital. This will be followed with National Registry practical and written exams in December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18 I witnessed a man get thrown into his windshield and back into the vehicle after being rear-ended. He was unbuckled. I was the first to open the door and discover his already deceased body. In the days following that scene, it struck me that I had the personality make-up to become involved with emergency services. Long story short, it took me 15 years to take action and get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SnjlvTlFTSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/3UyhL3cNziI/s1600-h/EMS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SnjlvTlFTSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/3UyhL3cNziI/s400/EMS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366291556884368674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire service has been a huge transition for me personally but a good one. I have been able to evaluate my strengths and weaknesses, search out the place where I fit best and establish some lifelong friendships with my firefighter brothers. EMS has been the biggest driving force in my getting involved with Louisville Fire. I am excited to be starting that path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the challenges will continue and I am also sure the story list will increase. If you ever in CO and want to hop on a big red truck or check out an ambulance (not as a patient I hope), give me a call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5138147694277310906?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5138147694277310906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5138147694277310906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/08/emt-school-firefighting-update.html' title='EMT School - Firefighting Update'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SnjlvTlFTSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/3UyhL3cNziI/s72-c/EMS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-6279614153830735804</id><published>2009-07-30T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:20:09.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron Strumpel Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday July 31 7pm&lt;/span&gt;. My house. Aaron is bringing in sound and we are converting the living room into a stage with draping/lighting. Should be fun. If you know anyone in the Denver area who is stoked on Aaron's music, send them my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-6279614153830735804?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6279614153830735804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6279614153830735804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaron-strumpel-concert.html' title='Aaron Strumpel Concert'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5686054356939193795</id><published>2009-07-08T19:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:30:21.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SlVGtXbz85I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/c9TA16zH4EY/s1600-h/ElephantsCoverArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SlVGtXbz85I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/c9TA16zH4EY/s400/ElephantsCoverArt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265077025797010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are honored to be hosting a house concert for the one and only Aaron Strumpel. Concert will be July 31, 2009 7pm. Seats are very limited and should be reserved early. $10 cover. Learn more about Aaron's music and life at www.aaronstrumpel.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hooked on Aaron's music back when he recorded Enter The Worship Circle's Chair and Microphone 2, a singular voice and instrument recording done in one take. Amazing album. He then reappeared on ETWC's 4th Circle last year, recording with the likes of Ben and Robin Pasley and Karla Adolphe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hosted Kate Hurley last summer I caught a bug for house concerts. So, having Aaron come in to our home is a real treat. If you will be in CO July 31, make sure to make this venue a stop. But also make sure to reserve early. Seats will sell out quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5686054356939193795?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5686054356939193795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5686054356939193795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-honored-to-be-hosting-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SlVGtXbz85I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/c9TA16zH4EY/s72-c/ElephantsCoverArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7463080283040539899</id><published>2009-05-22T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:21:21.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/ShcJFjZfeYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Zb3mQUh117g/s1600-h/Fun+Run2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/ShcJFjZfeYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Zb3mQUh117g/s400/Fun+Run2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338745874277169538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 2k/4k Fun Run. Our Coyotes did great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7463080283040539899?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7463080283040539899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7463080283040539899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/05/run.html' title='Run!'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/ShcJFjZfeYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Zb3mQUh117g/s72-c/Fun+Run2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-9213554534489199472</id><published>2009-05-01T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:40:33.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One word...Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Sfsl5b-BS8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/mkWGLcKH_k0/s1600-h/baptized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Sfsl5b-BS8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/mkWGLcKH_k0/s400/baptized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330896252613774274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, couple folks were baptized at Quest. Their stories of coming to faith in Jesus always moves me. With permission, here’s the story of Rosalind - one of only 30,000 Karaite Jews in the world and now one of two Karaite Jew believers.  I want to encourage you to read it and be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “The Lord said to Abram, ‘Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you. ’I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.’ So Abram left, as the Lord had told him…” Genesis 12:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my faith journey began before I was born. I guess that’s why my testimony might feel more like a history lesson than a story about God’s grace, but the fact that I’ve made it here is almost testament enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Karaite Jew; a sect of Jews that has been around since God passed down his laws to Moses. Originating in Mesopotamia, the area between the Tigris-Euphrates river system (present day Turkey, Iraq, Iran, Syria, etc.), only 30,000 of us remain in the world today, 4,000 of which reside in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were born in Egypt and, like many of the Karaite Jews, were also imprisoned, and then expelled, during the 1967 six day war between Egypt and Israel. In the middle of the night, my father was taken to a prisoner of war camp (similar to U.S. Japanese internment camps during WWII). At 37, he, my mom and two brothers were forced to start over, having lost everything (home, business, money, dignity), they began a second life in Italy as Jewish refugees. It’s a miracle that my father escaped the two-years of imprisonment sustained by two of my uncles and several other Jews. It’s a miracle that I was born to them in SF, CA, in 1972.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins my story of Christ’s protection, guidance and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judaism is the Foundation of My Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hebrew, Karaite means “Followers of Scripture.” According to some Jewish scholars, the Karaite are referred to in the Bible as “the righteous,” because they believed in keeping the Torah’s commandments with no additions. [Now I understand why I always HAVE TO be right.J]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke away from Rabbinical Judaism (today’s mainstream Jews), who added an interpretation of scripture known as the Oral Law – the Talmud. The Karaite movement can be compared to the Protestant Reformation, because the Karaite vowed to follow the word of God over the opinions of Rabbis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Do not add to what I command you and do not subtract from it, but keep the commands of the Lord your God that I give you.” Deuteronomy 4:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Several Years in the Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Jewish Believer, Follower of Christ and have been since sometime before my 7th grade teacher at West Portal Lutheran School told my classmates that she felt sorry for me, because I was going to hell. When I approached her, hoping she’d clear up what must have been a rumor; Mrs. VanBlarcom confirmed that she had indeed said this, insisting it was nothing personal. Jews don’t believe in Christ, so you’re going to hell – “no offense,” she reassured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my brother had taken me to my first (and only) Young Life meeting in 4th grade. I had also been attending Lutheran school since age 5 and Chapel every Wednesday. All of this prep helped me believe that Christ’s teachings offered more hope than Mrs. VB knew how to share. So, I decided to take this up with my pastor, Pastor Keyne. When asked if I would go to hell, because I’m Jewish, Pastor Keyne showed me the grace I needed. “I can’t tell you the answer. God is the final judge.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an 11-year-old, this was reassuring. Also as an 11-year-old, I vowed never to assimilate as a Christian. Christians, after all, seemed was often more divisive than unifying. I decided that I would always, privately, be a Follower of Christ, never losing my Jewish identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departure from Tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unlike my ancestors, today I stand before you prepared to profess my faith as a Jewish believer. No, the Karaite don’t believe that the Messiah has risen, but the tenants of this faith planted the seeds I needed to begin following Christ at an early age. How? Karaism teaches that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more important to do the right and moral thing than to do the same thing as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;It is up to the individual to take personal responsibility for interpreting Scripture, basing his understanding on the merits and logic of a given interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 7:6–8 gives me the courage to let go of tradition and join a small sect of Karaite Jewish believers. So far, I think this sect is only comprised of me and my brother Clement, but I have to admit that even as an adult I have continued to be very private about my walk with Christ. That is until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Jesus replied. “Isaiah was right when he prophesied about you hypocrites; as it is written:  ‘These people hone me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.” You have let go of the commandments of God and are holding on to the traditions of men.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the empowerment bestowed upon me by the Karaite, I have taken personal responsibility for interpreting scripture and leaving the traditions of men. Finally, I am choosing to be washed by the water of Christ’s amazing grace. Like my father who started anew at age 37, today, also at age 37, I ask Pastor Eugene to help me begin my public life in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church, will you promise me one thing? If I do this, promise me you will never tell anyone they are going to hell. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-9213554534489199472?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/9213554534489199472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/9213554534489199472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-wordwow.html' title='One word...Wow'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Sfsl5b-BS8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/mkWGLcKH_k0/s72-c/baptized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7063485876172840874</id><published>2009-04-25T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:08:43.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving/Home</title><content type='html'>Today we are helping some friends move and it takes me back over three years ago when the Tighe crew uprooted and hauled off to Colorado. As much as I wanted to move to CO back then, I felt very mixed emotions and it was a very difficult time for all of us. We had to adjust to a new house which didn't suit our needs, a new culture of people, new school, new job, not being able to sell our house in Nebraska and making new friends. The first year was a transition time, to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, however, it molded and shaped us into who we are today. It propelled us to make changes in our lives that are bearing fruit now. It gave us a renewed hope in the living God who dwells in our hearts. It gave us the long awaited opportunity to actually be ourselves and not feel pressured to fit into the culture surrounding us. And although we actually experienced some hardship after moving here that, in my mind, far exceeded the pain of moving, we are blessed by the events. We are blessed by moving here and experiencing them and are thankful. We now have some amazing life friends that we can't imagine living without, we love our community, we love our local church, work for a locally owned business and we have the icing on the cake of a pretty amazing view of God's mountains every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the family we are moving. Nate and Heather just launched a photography business and seem to be fulfilling their passions. You can check it out at www.natedisarrophoto.com. Reminds me of a talk Jan and I had in 2007 when I got sacked from Schwab. Jan looked me in the eye and said, "what do you want to do with the rest of your life?" I told her I wanted to fulfill my passion to go into law enforcement or fire service, but always seemed to lack the courage to take the step of faith. She told me to go after it...and I did. If we had not moved to CO, I wouldn't be fulfilling those passions. I would most likely be struggling to find fulfillment in a desk job that maybe pays well, but saps life from within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flee the rat race. Find your passion. Do something about it. Live simple. And through it all, search for and love God with your life. The reward is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7063485876172840874?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7063485876172840874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7063485876172840874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/04/movinghome.html' title='Moving/Home'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1283907136310807775</id><published>2009-03-04T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:17:08.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Liam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Sa9SQ832lxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/EwGkipA-XE0/s1600-h/LIAM.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Sa9SQ832lxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/EwGkipA-XE0/s400/LIAM.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tara for taking these wonderful pictures of our baby Liam!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1283907136310807775?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1283907136310807775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1283907136310807775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-liam.html' title='Baby Liam'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Sa9SQ832lxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/EwGkipA-XE0/s72-c/LIAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-6780328281113932683</id><published>2009-02-07T14:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:47:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SY4ArSdUEEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/i0HwksQBMKc/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SY4ArSdUEEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/i0HwksQBMKc/s400/DSC02057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300174555150815298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fridays and Saturdays are completely shot until the fall, so to enjoy our last Saturday together as a family, we did what we love to do...hike. Took a good moderate hike up to the 2nd and 3rd Flatirons in Boulder. Liam did great and slept most the time. We finished off the hike with sandwiches from Snarf's, the sandwich shop that destroys all other sandwich shops. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SY4AxNZizFI/AAAAAAAAA34/-eEtHy69tOs/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SY4AxNZizFI/AAAAAAAAA34/-eEtHy69tOs/s400/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300174656872041554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-6780328281113932683?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6780328281113932683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6780328281113932683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-fridays-and-saturdays-are-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SY4ArSdUEEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/i0HwksQBMKc/s72-c/DSC02057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7800919843777494121</id><published>2009-02-04T11:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:42:48.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I'd provide an update on the fire department happenings. I was sworn on to Louisville F.D. in December and assigned shifts starting in January. Academy begins next Friday, but we been quite busy with shifts, classes, miscellaneous training, etc. The busy schedule is only about to get more busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first shift I arrived to a call for mutual aid on a wildland-urban interface fire in Boulder. Basically that means there is a wildland fire and residential and city structures are endangered. I was ordered on the truck and told I was the luckiest probie ever to get this as my first call. I soon found out why as 3,300 acres were burning and hundreds of homes needed protection. Pretty much the dream call for the year, much more a probie's first call ever. "Probie" by the way is the name given to all first year firefighters. It's short for probationary. Picture below was taken from a few miles away. The fire was incredible with 100mph wind gusts, rapidly moving flames and some pretty intense structure fires at our staging area. We fortunately protected a house that was spared the drama but witnessed amazing fire behavior. And I finally have the cactus needles out of my skin from all the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SYncIGFHXII/AAAAAAAAA3o/lfdBzi36WrQ/s1600-h/Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SYncIGFHXII/AAAAAAAAA3o/lfdBzi36WrQ/s400/Fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299008468207230082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very pleased with the environment of the department. We have an incredible volunteer/reserve crew and I am surrounded by a ton of experienced, passionate and professional firefighters. LFD spares no expense in training, gear, facilities and safety and for that I am very thankful. Considering I work in Louisville and love the city, it is a blessing to be able to serve in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been training hard physically and have seen some nice benefit to that, although I have to say I hate running still and probably always will. It's a necessary evil. I usually do my runs with full bunker gear, heat shroud and helmet so its pretty effortless to get a hard sweat going real fast and adds a lot of weight.  In the pics below, I am training with not only the bunker gear, but also a 50lb weighted vest. So, I now know what it feels like to train as a 300 pounder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SYncEm9lh-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/IpygNcu_B-w/s1600-h/LFD+training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SYncEm9lh-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/IpygNcu_B-w/s400/LFD+training.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299008408314546146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SYncBbsJTyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/o3QT_VVZeDE/s1600-h/LFD+training2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SYncBbsJTyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/o3QT_VVZeDE/s400/LFD+training2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299008353748995874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited and eager to start academy and complete my certifications by end of fall. I am sure I'll have more stories to share down the road. Jan and the kiddos have been wonderful in the transition and adjustment to a hectic schedule with a full-time job and all the training hours at the station. I am blessed to have my family for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7800919843777494121?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7800919843777494121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7800919843777494121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-thought-id-provide-update-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SYncIGFHXII/AAAAAAAAA3o/lfdBzi36WrQ/s72-c/Fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5126229310595301278</id><published>2008-12-23T12:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:27:11.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>I'm jumping in finally into the 21st Century and posting and/or sending our family Christmas/New Year's letter electronically. Snail mail is so 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when you're down you can only get up. While that may not be entirely true, for the year 2008 it rings pretty true for the Tighe family. It was just a year ago that we were contemplating the loss of a "steady" job and income and were deeply feeling emotions of frustration, hurt and worry. We knew God was faithful, as he always has been, but honestly were starting to get tired of enduring one trial after another. Looking back to this time last year, I was trying to figure out where God wanted me in the workplace, figure out how to pay bills, dumping every possible material possession we had to make it and generally feeling down. And we thought 2006 was tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet God began to work in our hearts in the spring of this year. He surprised me with an opportunity to work 4 miles from home with an organic food company, a job which I love more than any job I've held. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://colorado.doortodoororganics.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. We also found out we had a new life brewing inside Jan and were thrilled to know God was giving us a new addition to love and know. It also became clear that while trying to find a place in police and firefighting work, that firefighting was the best option and quickly the opportunity came after lots of testing, written and physical, with the Louisville Fire Department. You can check that out &lt;a href="http://louisvillefire.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. We also were able to secure a long term lease in our house and are so thankful to be able to stay in a community we love with some of the best friends we could hope for in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful wife, Jan, is a stay at home mom who quite honestly works harder than I'll ever know. She is the very best God had for me in a wife and as a mom to our three children. Jan is a steady stream of friendship, love and mercy to me. I could never want any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIs0iTFyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/hwk4xJvsYo4/s1600-h/Jonatha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIs0iTFyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/hwk4xJvsYo4/s400/Jonatha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283083772736247586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonatha Shay is our 2nd grade daughter who lives each day as it were her last. She loves people, reading, climbing rock, skiing and mixed martial arts. My days of getting her to tap out are soon approaching their end. She is a few months away from earning her green belt in Tae Kwon Do, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIlchJh0I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Yx-eQZzQktQ/s1600-h/Aidan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIlchJh0I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Yx-eQZzQktQ/s400/Aidan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283083646029891394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan Reece is our Kindergarten train engine. He never stops moving. Aidan is kind, gentle and loving, yet full of energy. He thrives in environments where he can run, jump, dive, fall, whatever, as long as he is moving. Aidan also was baptized this summer in Boulder Creek by his daddy in front of tons of witnesses. Pretty cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIaNKWQCI/AAAAAAAAA24/JhbJwCDLhk4/s1600-h/Jan-Liam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIaNKWQCI/AAAAAAAAA24/JhbJwCDLhk4/s400/Jan-Liam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283083452929163298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam Drew is our new baby boy who joined us on October 22. Liam looks just like his older brother, yet has his very own personality. He is a very loving boy and enjoys his older sister and brother (so long as they give him his space). He is starting to laugh a lot and cooes so beautifully when held. He also has his daddy's haircut, which shouldn't last too much longer. We think he's a pretty darn good addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us things have gone up in a huge way this year. But, we wouldn't change a thing in the difficulties that came before the blessings. Because when you sit down and evaluate everything God allows in your life, you realize they are ALL blessings. It's only a matter of perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a joyous holiday season and a new year of hope and love. Thank you for being a part of our lives and walking this journey with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIQQVYgyI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hYQKLTqPNS4/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIQQVYgyI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hYQKLTqPNS4/s400/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283083281982063394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5126229310595301278?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5126229310595301278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5126229310595301278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-letter.html' title='Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SVFIs0iTFyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/hwk4xJvsYo4/s72-c/Jonatha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3466592611027120390</id><published>2008-12-18T19:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:32:01.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Picture of 4th Folder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SUsHHBW5UEI/AAAAAAAAA2o/mLgimyHmhCU/s1600-h/868135-R1-011-4_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SUsHHBW5UEI/AAAAAAAAA2o/mLgimyHmhCU/s400/868135-R1-011-4_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281322805226983490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Tara posted a blog with the rules choose the 4th picture of your 4th folder where you store pictures and explain. So, here it is. This is my Dad and his wife Chan playing with Jonatha on our living room floor. Dad apparently was shocked his amazing structure crumbled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3466592611027120390?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3466592611027120390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3466592611027120390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/12/4th-picture-of-4th-folder.html' title='4th Picture of 4th Folder'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SUsHHBW5UEI/AAAAAAAAA2o/mLgimyHmhCU/s72-c/868135-R1-011-4_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-4571569869023085791</id><published>2008-12-12T14:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:04:11.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep</title><content type='html'>Ever find yourself in a recurring theme for the week with which the Lord is obviously grabbing your attention? Well, for me this week, it is the concept of sheep. I read a quote online this week which caught my attention and got me thinking a bit..."Most people in our society are sheep-- kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident. Then there are the wolves, who feed on the sheep without mercy. I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this interesting. I suppose in a secular sense, this statement completely registers with me. However, there was a deepened sense that something was wrong when I read it, but I knew I needed to chew on it for a bit before drawing any conclusions. The part that registers with me is obvious - protection. As a father, I want to protect my children. As a husband, my wife. As a small group leader, I want to protect those in my group from the wolves out there. I even, at times, want to be the one they look to for that protection. However, with much reflection, I see this is pride on my part. I also relate because I find myself sometimes judging the intentions of sheep and consider them foolish or unwise. Again, pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to do with it all? Well, first off Jesus calls us sheep (John 10) so we shouldn't take offense. Jesus also separates the sheep from the goats in Matthew 25:31-46 and clearly it is the sheep who enter in. In John 21, Jesus tells Peter to take care of his (Jesus) sheep. So there is a sense of protection there and pastoral care given to Peter by Jesus. But, that seems to me a specific directive given to Peter by Jesus. In the bigger picture and as I examine the whole of scripture, there is instance after instance where "being" a sheep is given much honor. The ultimate example being found in Isaiah 53 describes Jesus as "oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Romans 8:29-30 Paul says we are to be conformed to the likeness of Jesus which will bring him glory. What is that likeness look like? Well, Jesus remained silent when he was led to slaughter. He prayed for his enemies. He loved the unlovable. He healed the sick. He comforted the brokenhearted. He corrected sinful behavior in his people with love and gentleness, even when they were "defending" him, i.e. Peter and a little sword. He told us to pray in humility, not like the religious and pious. He set a pattern of being meek, humble, gentle, at peace and living in peace, demonstrating kindness, goodness, patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sheep can seem quite stupid. We scoff at their behavior, but really it boils down to trust. A sheep knows his shepherd's voice and listens. A sheep does what his shepherd instructs. We watch and call it stupidity, yet the shepherd has good intention. We also look at sheep as weak, incapable of protecting themselves. We look down on this as if we are strong. Consider every possible means of protecting yourself in this world. Every extreme. Now consider this: even with every one of those protective measures, are you safe apart from God's protection? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want with every ounce of me to be able to say I can protect my family, friends, loved ones. The reality is I can only do what my flesh allows, but ultimately it is God who defends and protects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have it all figured out that's for sure. What I do know is I think it wise of me to be content being a sheep. To allow Jesus to conform me as a sheep to his image and to follow his example. It is a paradox to be a sheep in today's society. It may cost me friends, relationships with coworkers. It may mean enduring abusive statements and being ridiculed as "liberal" or "weak". It may mean being seen as someone who is incapable of surviving in a tough world, a dog eat dog society. It may cost me money, jobs, positions of leadership. I don't care. I'm gonna strive to be a the best sheep I can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Josh did a video a few years back on sheep. It's worth watching and can be found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAwq1P8m6gM&amp;eurl=http://emmausroadonline.wordpress.com/video/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-4571569869023085791?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4571569869023085791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4571569869023085791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/12/sheep.html' title='Sheep'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-818791093135758474</id><published>2008-11-15T12:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:34:01.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SR8ghtxWEWI/AAAAAAAAApU/SYB_qLQkx2Y/s1600-h/Fireteam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SR8ghtxWEWI/AAAAAAAAApU/SYB_qLQkx2Y/s400/Fireteam.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268965852641104226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long process, and usually is for most people in this field, but the day has arrived and it's official...I'm in. I am now a Louisville firefighter and will be sworn on to the department on December 9, 2008. January 1, 2009 will be my first official shift with my new crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up, I could never shake the desire to enter into public service. I dreamed of being a police officer and firefighter and honestly never thought it would ever be a reality. I've always been drawn to both fields, but quite honestly pursued a "normal" life of a job, raising a family and settling down somewhere for the past decade. I was never content, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 18 months I have submitted applications to both law enforcement agencies and fire services agencies. It became obvious during the application process for law enforcement that I did not have the right suitability and that firefighting was a much better fit for my personality, skill sets and overall passions. The past 6 months I have been enduring physical agility tests, written exams, oral board interviews, background checks, etc in the hope of landing a spot at a local fire department. Considering that there are huge amounts of applicants for every position open, I knew it might take a while. I am blessed to have received my acceptance letter this week from the City of Louisville, CO to join the department and praise God for placing me in the town I work and do life with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will bring new challenges for sure. I am overwhelmed by the support of friends and family in this journey and thank God for being surrounded by such people. Please pray for the Tighe family as we adjust to some pretty big changes...thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SR8geP8L-uI/AAAAAAAAApM/JXDRhRs4WLg/s1600-h/Firelogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SR8geP8L-uI/AAAAAAAAApM/JXDRhRs4WLg/s400/Firelogo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268965793093909218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-818791093135758474?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/818791093135758474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/818791093135758474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-academy.html' title='Fire Academy'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SR8ghtxWEWI/AAAAAAAAApU/SYB_qLQkx2Y/s72-c/Fireteam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8168795342997513371</id><published>2008-11-13T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:22:42.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Starbucks Marketed Like a Church? A Parable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes you think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8168795342997513371?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8168795342997513371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=8168795342997513371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8168795342997513371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8168795342997513371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-starbucks-marketed-like-church.html' title='What if Starbucks Marketed Like a Church? A Parable.'/><author><name>Peter</name><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-18512303.post-838204834865769499</id><published>2008-10-26T23:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:40:47.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae Kwon Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQVTs0ae3XI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BujxAHxb_zQ/s1600-h/_MG_1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQVTs0ae3XI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BujxAHxb_zQ/s400/_MG_1994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261703769101360498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonatha competed recently in her second tournament. She fought very well and made some very nice technical moves. She has a natural ability to fight and has found a great fit for her with this sport. She won the battle against the green belt, but fell to her fellow teammate in the final (who has a wee bit of a size advantage!). We're proud of you Jonatha...done real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQVTlvIuIyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lm8vCeAdsjo/s1600-h/_MG_1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQVTlvIuIyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lm8vCeAdsjo/s400/_MG_1978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261703647425602338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-838204834865769499?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/838204834865769499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/838204834865769499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/10/tae-kwon-do.html' title='Tae Kwon Do'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQVTs0ae3XI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BujxAHxb_zQ/s72-c/_MG_1994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-6671186848569125540</id><published>2008-10-25T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:19:47.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby on Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQPu-U65ajI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5eARwc_NRXg/s1600-h/Liam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQPu-U65ajI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5eARwc_NRXg/s400/Liam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261311544233912882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's here! Liam Drew, born Wednesday, October 22, 2008, 1:00pm. 19-1/2 inches, 6 lbs 13 oz. He's doing great, eating well and is a very content baby. Thanks for the huge amount of notes on Facebook and emails of encouragement. We are so blessed by our friends and family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-6671186848569125540?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6671186848569125540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/6671186848569125540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-on-board.html' title='Baby on Board'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SQPu-U65ajI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5eARwc_NRXg/s72-c/Liam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-581949431481495323</id><published>2008-10-21T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:13:57.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community (one last time...)</title><content type='html'>Okay, one more serious blog before the baby arrives this week...then you'll get hammered by baby pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading 1 John lately. This week I was back in chapter 2 where it says, "He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world." Got me thinking some more about community. We've had a lot of discussion on community, primarily in a local mindset. I feel confident it's been addressed quite well and on many levels. However, community extends its reach worldwide...if we allow it to do so. Consider the last part of that verse, "...also for the sins of the world." Jesus, in his ultimate sacrifice and expression of love, offers himself to anyone who believes. That is not exclusive.  It's inclusive. He put himself on the cross to allow anyone the choice to accept that very sacrifice. He said he would draw all men to himself when he was lifted up from the earth (John 12:32). His resurrection compels people to consider him for salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that my faith is narrow-minded. That statement could not be further from the truth. Jesus' sacrifice is the most inclusive act of love ever to be done on this earth. He paid the penalty for the sins of the world and then made it available to anyone, regardless of their sins. It's called grace. And if that very grace is extended to me, I should find no struggle in extending it to others, locally and beyond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does this figure into community? Well, I think in America we have become exclusive.  We tend to think as followers of Christ in this country that we are God's chosen people. That God favors America as a Christian nation. I find this to be a problem. I don't believe we are a Christian nation, rather a nation with a large number of Christians living in it. And I don't believe we are favored. I think the American church is missing the point in many ways. We spend tons of money on huge buildings, pastoral salaries, programs designed to fit our cultural relevance, even interest on massive loans to make it all happen. Just when we complete building projects, we find ourselves needing more building and the process starts all over. I'm not against church buildings, programs, salaries, etc. I question the pattern of the American church that they take priority over the obvious needs of our communities, locally and globally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been compelled lately to get back to a global mindset. Jesus weeps over the lost across this great globe. He loves the Iraqi child deeply, who has been murdered under the banner of the war being 'God's will'. He longs for those in Darfur and Tibet to come to know him and surrender their lives to him. He waits patiently for his chosen people to see him as their Messiah. He died on the cross for them and offers his mercy freely. He longs for the day when America cares more deeply about justice for all the innocent of this world, not the defense of her borders. No, I don't have a bunch of verses to back that up...it's simply God's character, as shown by the entire scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not angry. I find myself sad lately because I am part of the problem. It's taken me 16 years of knowing Jesus to get it. And I'm saddened by that fact. I'm saddened that I can't remember the last time I sent my money across the globe to feed a hungry child, or provide medical assistance to an AIDS victim in Africa. It's also been a year since I've talked to Tim, a homeless guy on Pearl Street that I personally find to be one of the most intelligent persons with whom I've engaged in conversation. I miss that. I miss the compassion. I want it back...and I think God is giving it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community deserves this discussion. We need to talk with one another about how we can step it up and live, breathe this thing called community. Jesus did it. He wants us to do it. Let's do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-581949431481495323?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/581949431481495323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/581949431481495323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/10/community-one-last-time.html' title='Community (one last time...)'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-4999852062267873481</id><published>2008-10-14T13:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:02:49.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community (Continued)...</title><content type='html'>Ever find yourself sitting in a place with a group of people and realize you're the only person not laughing at something just shared? Can be awkward, really. I found myself in that situation recently. Thing is, I didn't feel awkward at all. I felt peaceful. I suppose because in my heart I sensed the Spirit of God compelling me toward him and reminding me that truth trumps the humor of the moment and not laughing actually provided some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social situations can be complicated. We find ourselves longing so deeply for community that we may compromise our convictions for a shared laughter, maybe even a smile to avoid any possible conflict. But is that community? Earlier this week the small group we are leading had discussion on community again.  This time we addressed specific characteristics of community by examining several passages of scripture. We talked over peace, harmony, unity for a great deal of the time. Interesting when you break it down like that. For example, what did Paul mean when he urged believers to live in "harmony"? How does that differ from peace? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to the "awkward" moment. I had a choice. Speak up and say the laughter was misplaced and I risk ridicule, angry responses, isolation from the group. Laugh, and I am inclusive, accepted, welcomed. Remain silent, and I risk either consequence. I walked away from that unnoticed mostly, so I doubt anything came of it. But, it has me thinking this week...community really goes so much deeper than I realized. There are so many layers to this discussion, I wonder if it will ever really conclude. So be it. If it makes me consider God more deeply, I'm game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-4999852062267873481?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4999852062267873481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4999852062267873481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/10/community-continued.html' title='Community (Continued)...'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-4255532930014265916</id><published>2008-10-06T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:59:39.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>“What is community?” is a question that has come up recently in my circles. In fact, the issue of community is something my small group is grappling with right now. And, there have been some interesting discoveries. We have dealt with the typical discussion of community in its purest sense, discussing the practical aspects of community. But, what happens to that discussion when we look at community in the Godhead? What changes might we encounter by examining how God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit experience community? Are there any real, hard passages to unpack regarding this issue in the Bible? Does the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit experience community the way we do? How does the One experience community in his three beautifully expressed Persons? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community quite possibly may be the very heartbeat of evangelism. I can say with confidence it is not the foundation. The foundation is God himself. But, the more I live in community in an active way, living and breathing it to send a message of hope, I realize its importance goes beyond my highest assumptions. Community can be expressed in many ways. Community can be discussion about God, relationships, family. Community can be a worship experience amongst followers of Christ. Community may be a group of people sharing a time of prayer. Community may be a group of men discussing hard issues over a pint at a local pub, or a family hosting friends at their house for a movie. It may be watching your neighbor’s children while they run errands, or calling an old friend to join you for lunch. It looks, feels and happens differently in different circles. But one thing I have found is that we often miss it happening. We miss the simple beauty of community while striving to achieve goals, evaluate strategies for ministry, memorizing a sermon, and having church meetings. These things in and of themselves are of no harm. It’s when they take priority over community that the real danger occurs. When I read the scriptures, I don’t walk away from it moved by the apostles’ incredible passion for board meetings. I don’t see Paul calling people to pursue excellence in managing church programs. I don’t read about Jesus requiring his followers to be on time for accountability meetings. I am moved by the undying commitment by the apostles to reach the lost by teaching the truth in love. I am moved by Jesus calling all people to walk by faith and follow him radically. I am moved by the promise of the Spirit after Jesus left the earth to equip us do great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been called to live and breathe this thing called faith. We are called to be about the business of living transformative lives before the world in front of us, seeking to make disciples. It requires something. It requires us to get our hands dirty and get into the mix of our world around us. It requires us to dive into the places many people don’t want to dive into. And I don’t even need to list examples because each and every one of us knows what those places are for us. Here’s the thing…there are people around us who live in fear.There are people around us who are hurting, real hurts. There are people around us being abused, neglected, ignored. There are people around us who think they have it all together, but the reality is, they don’t. There are people who have never once had someone authentically look them in the eye and tell them “I love you”. And those of us who have the hope of Jesus are stewards of the promise that the joy of living eternally is but a step of faith away in anyone’s life. I am constantly challenged with the thought of “what am I doing this week to initiate community”. I want to challenge you with the same thought today. More to come...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-4255532930014265916?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4255532930014265916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4255532930014265916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/10/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-4185456090593588039</id><published>2008-09-18T11:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:30:57.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out my kid's blogs by clicking on &lt;a href="http://aidansadventures.blogspot.com"&gt;Aidan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jonathasjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jonatha&lt;/a&gt;.  They've both had a big day lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-4185456090593588039?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4185456090593588039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4185456090593588039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-blogs.html' title='Kids Blogs'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5207188237163833976</id><published>2008-09-15T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:26:04.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, That's My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SM7EqMHXiVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/9RNUw6HJnEE/s1600-h/Jona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SM7EqMHXiVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/9RNUw6HJnEE/s400/Jona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246346845018884434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes pictures just capture the personality so well...this is typical Jonatha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5207188237163833976?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5207188237163833976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5207188237163833976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/09/yep-thats-my-girl.html' title='Yep, That&apos;s My Girl'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SM7EqMHXiVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/9RNUw6HJnEE/s72-c/Jona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1116741761668151660</id><published>2008-09-11T13:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:38:22.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I had lunch with my wife, who stopped in at my office to pick me up and took me to a local favorite spot. It reminds me of the things in life that are simple and make me very happy. Here's a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxtAV63SI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/g_mWbrcOtZ8/s1600-h/skiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxtAV63SI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/g_mWbrcOtZ8/s400/skiing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848259049643298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, skiing is right up there at the top.  I live in Colorado. Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxm8rZXfI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CwyR3VeurAs/s1600-h/fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxm8rZXfI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CwyR3VeurAs/s400/fruit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848154986765810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organic fruit. If you're idea of good fruit is what you eat at the grocery store, then you are missing out. That stuff may "look" good, but it seriously lacks flavor. For example, strawberries from Safeway look amazing and have zero taste. Organic strawberries look small and blemished and melt in your mouth. It's true, try it sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxqMMW6aI/AAAAAAAAAlI/CtHdvIyw6zw/s1600-h/pint_beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxqMMW6aI/AAAAAAAAAlI/CtHdvIyw6zw/s400/pint_beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848210691156386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold pint of locally made brew. I prefer New Belgium from Ft. Collins, CO. The best! I enjoy, even more, the conversation with my boys at Theology on Tap when having one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxjtITuAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/HpIZAyBehp0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxjtITuAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/HpIZAyBehp0/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848099273455618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when I feel very lazy or just need mental stimulation, I crack a good book. I look for life application writings that challenge me in my faith and for authors who write out of the box. A good book can change a life.  I've been blessed to read several of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are just a few things I truly enjoy.  How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1116741761668151660?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1116741761668151660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1116741761668151660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-things-in-life.html' title='Good Things In Life'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMlxtAV63SI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/g_mWbrcOtZ8/s72-c/skiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8628014762411032395</id><published>2008-09-08T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:38:13.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMV7io_-AfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/2poTPeOp0LU/s1600-h/IMG_0147%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMV7io_-AfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/2poTPeOp0LU/s400/IMG_0147%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243733176194302450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a picture like this mean to you? I suppose all kinds of thoughts come to mind. Maybe high school memories of riding in fields or tearing some tracks up on dirt roads.  Maybe you wonder why anyone would drive a gas guzzler with current fuel prices or think "that pick-up could sure use a paint job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this picture represents a few things.  One, it represents my newest vehicle. Two, it represents simplicity...no heated leather seats, or sunroof, or dual climate control (things in my previous vehicle). Three, it represents incredible generosity of the people who gave it to me last month.  That's right, gave it to me. No cost, no obligation.  Just use it for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I was spending $1000 each month on two car payments, gas and insurance. God said enough is enough Peter. Time to simplify. I told Honda they could have my cars back.  You know what? God worked it all out. And you know what else? I love this truck and enjoy driving it way more than I did my Accord coupe with all the extras.  I can actually see each part when I pop the hood...been a while since I could say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger picture here is what I'm trying to convey. You know, when we live simply, God is given space to be seen. Jan and I have been living without credit cards and new debt for two years now.  Praise God for leading us to this decision. It's been challenging, but incredibly rewarding. God is given the space to work in us and through us and our lives are much richer now than ever before. He is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8628014762411032395?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8628014762411032395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8628014762411032395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/09/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SMV7io_-AfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/2poTPeOp0LU/s72-c/IMG_0147%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1735291065333673011</id><published>2008-09-01T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:55:23.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SLwdpTJ69KI/AAAAAAAAAko/vtxhy1VvsKo/s1600-h/peter-jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SLwdpTJ69KI/AAAAAAAAAko/vtxhy1VvsKo/s400/peter-jan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241096661706142882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends of ours told me the other day they are buying us a monster pack of condoms as a gift when the baby arrives next month (we're catching crap from friends b/c we didn't plan for baby #3). Well, looking at this photo, I just think I might never use those condoms 'cause my Janny looks hot when she's pregnant. Just look at her...she's stunning at 8 months pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1735291065333673011?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1735291065333673011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1735291065333673011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-friends-of-ours-told-me-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SLwdpTJ69KI/AAAAAAAAAko/vtxhy1VvsKo/s72-c/peter-jan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1362655667612216483</id><published>2008-08-26T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:18:21.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SLQ6EpZnLGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/5TqvktC3QZ0/s1600-h/Taekwon+this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SLQ6EpZnLGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/5TqvktC3QZ0/s400/Taekwon+this.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238876118045895778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to an end soon...summer. Been great, been fun, been hot and the grilling never ends. This is my favorite pic of the summer. Jan told the kids to bust out a Tae-Kwon Do move they know and jump in at the same time.  Here's what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1362655667612216483?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1362655667612216483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1362655667612216483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/08/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SLQ6EpZnLGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/5TqvktC3QZ0/s72-c/Taekwon+this.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1782634404220792720</id><published>2008-08-21T14:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:24:36.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant...and Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SK3OZj7lWVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1nKYyOV2Gq4/s1600-h/prego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SK3OZj7lWVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1nKYyOV2Gq4/s400/prego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237068880238958930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls put on a shower for Jan and our dear friend Jolie this month. I stole Tara's pics from her blog without permission (thanks by the way Tara!).  I personally think my wife looks hot...I'll leave it at that. Thanks, ER girls, for making a special day for Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SK3OWxKquCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6QMdpVh-Z8w/s1600-h/prego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SK3OWxKquCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6QMdpVh-Z8w/s400/prego2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237068832252278818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1782634404220792720?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1782634404220792720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1782634404220792720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/08/pregnantand-beautiful.html' title='Pregnant...and Beautiful'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SK3OZj7lWVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1nKYyOV2Gq4/s72-c/prego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2763246072013618850</id><published>2008-08-07T12:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:14:12.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Gets Baptized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On July 12th, I had the privilege of baptizing my son Aidan. He came to faith in Christ a few months ago and expressed sincere interest in getting dunked. The weather was picture perfect, the water quite cold and tons of witnesses at Boulder Creek watching. Aidan did a great job, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJs54GUhxLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/XhFQ391YRyM/s1600-h/AR+baptism+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJs54GUhxLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/XhFQ391YRyM/s320/AR+baptism+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231839028053132466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing him out of the water and knowing the incredible symbolism of the event made me thrilled inside.  God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJs5_FXeyaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/x62RvatOKp0/s1600-h/AR+baptism2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJs5_FXeyaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/x62RvatOKp0/s320/AR+baptism2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231839148056168866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to baptize my dear friend Greg. He and I met a year ago and instantly knew we were long lost brothers. Greg is a very special friend to me and having the honor to baptize him will remain with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJs6HhTcNoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/QzbhXiJUqYc/s1600-h/GH+baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJs6HhTcNoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/QzbhXiJUqYc/s320/GH+baptism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231839292994369154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great event with young and old getting wet, people sharing about their faith in Jesus and opportunities to share with locals afterwards over a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2763246072013618850?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2763246072013618850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2763246072013618850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/08/boy-gets-baptized.html' title='Boy Gets Baptized'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJs54GUhxLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/XhFQ391YRyM/s72-c/AR+baptism+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3375200825404183971</id><published>2008-07-30T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:54.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJDHJ_6NAiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/prPqekRbjuo/s1600-h/558598-R1-05-6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJDHJ_6NAiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/prPqekRbjuo/s320/558598-R1-05-6A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228898141965451810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a little bit past the date, but my blogging has been suspect at best.  On June 29, Jan and I celebrated 12 years of marriage. Now, I know all the jokes about being married and some, although quite humorous, just don't apply here. God has literally gifted me with an incredible woman. Jan is first and foremost my best friend on this journey of life.  We share our lives together as one, as we should. She is also my lover (yeah, I said it). God made us to love one another and he gave us marriage as a gift. As a married couple, we get to enjoy the physical relationship which is a blessing. She is also my sister in faith. She is wise in counsel, and gentle in correction. And Jan is an inspiration in her faithfulness to the needy.  She works with those who are unloved and forgotten, and she loves them dearly. I only wish I could do the same with equal compassion. Jan is tender-hearted, although most don't get to see that in her. I do...and it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could simply say I've got the best. Thanks, Jan, for being more than I could ever hope for in a wife and friend.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3375200825404183971?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3375200825404183971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3375200825404183971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-its-little-bit-past-date-but-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SJDHJ_6NAiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/prPqekRbjuo/s72-c/558598-R1-05-6A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-581477692270085481</id><published>2008-07-07T13:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:54.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so longed since my last blog, I forgot how to do it! So where can I begin to catch up on our happenings? Well, much has happened in the past few months, but here are some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid April, God blessed me with a great full-time job at &lt;a href="http://denver.doortodoororganics.com/"&gt;Door to Door Organics&lt;/a&gt; located just 4 miles from our house in Louisville.  I am a route manager and also do some relations work for them.  I am very thankful for this provision of work and it's been a fantastic place to be the past 3 months.  I am still employed with Rampart Fire and was actually recently dispatched to the CA fires, but turned down the assignment to baptize my son Aidan.  I think that was a legitimate reason. Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, I will have the honor to baptize my son, my best friend Greg Hoffman, and Greg's son, Keegan.  I think I will be overwhelmed with emotion that day...can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2QcFphLI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8tShcS5v2k0/s1600-h/525747-R1-15-9A_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2QcFphLI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8tShcS5v2k0/s320/525747-R1-15-9A_016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220364942865695922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I was able to connect with &lt;a href="http://katehurley.com/"&gt;Kate Hurley&lt;/a&gt; over coffee in Louisville.  I've been listening to her music for years through Enter the Worship Circle.  She lives just a few miles away, so I said "why don't you come do a concert in my house?" She surprisingly said yes and it was a huge success.  Great time of worship and listening to her jam in my living room (she even stole my guitar and did the whole concert with it which was cool).  Thanks Kate for a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2bT51yPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WjZJqJjqhb4/s1600-h/525747-R1-16-8A_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2bT51yPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WjZJqJjqhb4/s320/525747-R1-16-8A_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220365129647245554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos are growing way too fast these days.  Aidan tried biking without training wheels and off he went.  No instruction, no struggles.  Just hopped on and blew our minds.  I've already taken him to a BMX trail where he ate dirt several times, cried his guts out, brushed himself off and said, "Dad, this is awesome!" Jonatha is now a 2nd grader and is killing it in Tae-Kwon Do.  While Aidan takes a break from the rigorous training, Jonatha has been eating it all up and loving it.  She will become a yellow belt in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2nZCVXhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IHK9mH-CHR8/s1600-h/525746-R1-09-15A_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2nZCVXhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IHK9mH-CHR8/s320/525746-R1-09-15A_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220365337183477266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2ycjdA9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/D_4ypAjnWbE/s1600-h/525746-R1-21-3A_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2ycjdA9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/D_4ypAjnWbE/s320/525746-R1-21-3A_022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220365527106257874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan and I do have a prayer request.  For the past year, we have been leading a house church in Broomfield through the &lt;a href="http://emmausroadonline.org/"&gt;Emmaus Road Community&lt;/a&gt; and have been blessed through this process. I have in no way sought after anything other than continued volunteer ministry since being out here, but the leadership of Emmaus has asked me to consider becoming a part-time paid staff member with the fellowship to allow more time to devote to the work God is doing in our community.  I struggle a bit with becoming vocational once again, as I truly love serving as a non-vocational pastor with the Broomfield house church.  However, I've been asked to pray about it and feel I should be obedient to this request.  The fellowship would like Jan and I to attend a church planting conference in Wisconsin in January, so it appears that will be on the plate (who goes to Wisconsin in January??).  Anyway, please pray for wisdom for us.  God has been working in our midst, despite limited hours of commitment.  He has also been confirming through a large number of people that leading house church is a good fit for us.  Who knows what he might have in store for our group if someone could devote more time?  We'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-581477692270085481?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/581477692270085481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/581477692270085481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-do-i-start.html' title='Where Do I Start?'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/SHJ2QcFphLI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8tShcS5v2k0/s72-c/525747-R1-15-9A_016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3126935677079570004</id><published>2008-04-21T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:26:12.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>I'm glad God makes it easy for us to have eternal security.  He says it is by grace you are saved through faith and that it does not come from your own works.  It is a gift (Ephesians 2:8-9).  I'm also glad we don't have to have everything figured out before choosing to believe in Jesus.  My son, Aidan, made a decision last week (April 6) to pray and tell God he believes.  We talked it over, prayed about it and he leans over and says, "Dad...I prayed.  I believe." Done deal.  You're saved and the angels rejoice, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that both my children have made decisions to give their life over to Jesus.  Do they have it all figured out?  No.  But neither do I.  And neither do you.  But God is faithful.  He gives us his Spirit (Acts 1:8, Ephesians 1:13) and promises that we will know him - personally.  Religion accomplishes nothing.  Faith can move mountains.  I'm proud of you, Aidan.  I hope I can lead you by example in faith to walk close to your Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3126935677079570004?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3126935677079570004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3126935677079570004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/04/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8336191231770664784</id><published>2008-03-29T13:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mullet Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R-6fsoxprMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Tvzy8z_UaxU/s1600-h/Coffin+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R-6fsoxprMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Tvzy8z_UaxU/s320/Coffin+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183255810358750402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had the unique and distinguished honor to participate in "Frozen Dead Guy Days" in Nederland.  For those not aware, this is an annual event in the small mountain town of Nederland (where I work), where a family who has preserved their loved one cryogenically presents the body for public viewing.  Creepy?  Very much so. Interesting?  Indeed!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R-6e6oxprLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/u4F4v4AJrso/s1600-h/Coffin+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R-6e6oxprLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/u4F4v4AJrso/s320/Coffin+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183254951365291186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event brings over 15,000 people to the town of 1,800 population each year.  One event is the coffin race, which takes place immediately following the parade of coffins.  It is nothing short of a violent obstacle course of 30 teams racing to beat the clock, carrying a coffin made by the team with a live person inside and show a little style while at it.  Our team theme was "Dumb Hicks" and we officially represented West Virginia (my boss leads whitewater trips there in the summer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R-6gLoxprNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Asu6G14Y_jw/s1600-h/Coffin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R-6gLoxprNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Asu6G14Y_jw/s320/Coffin+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183256342934695122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the mullet is very stylish and I wore it proudly.  Our team decided right before the race that, if we were losing at the point of the woops course (shear ice rollers), that we would put our coffin down and dance.  Th strategy paid off with a 1st place for style by the crowd of 2,000 and I walked away with a free blue-grass CD from Telluride Bluegrass Festival.  It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun and was thoroughly entertained by all the teams and their costumes, attitudes and competitiveness.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8336191231770664784?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8336191231770664784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8336191231770664784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/03/mullet-madness.html' title='Mullet Madness'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/R-6fsoxprMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Tvzy8z_UaxU/s72-c/Coffin+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8731611188549236557</id><published>2008-03-28T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:08:01.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh...that looks like a positive</title><content type='html'>That's right.  I step out of the shower last week and, with my hazy vision see a white stick on the sink.  Yep...it's a positive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tighe&lt;/span&gt; baby #3 is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been having those parental discussions lately about how cool it's been to have the kids both in school this fall and how ski trips will be easier now that they are older, etc.  You know, blah, blah, blah.  And God says, "Surprise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier.  I love little babies.  They are the sweetest thing on earth.  Have I forgotten the crying and sludge filled diapers?  Must have.  Either way, I am a proud father to my third child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a Thanksgiving will be special this year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8731611188549236557?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8731611188549236557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8731611188549236557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/03/uhthat-looks-like-positive.html' title='Uh...that looks like a positive'/><author><name>Peter</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-9070346191012096494</id><published>2008-02-25T19:14:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past week I attended &lt;a href="http://coloradofirecamp.com/"&gt;Colorado Fire Camp&lt;/a&gt; to get my certifications as a wildland firefighter.  It is located in Salida, CO about 4 hours SW from my house.  Just so happens &lt;a href="http://arapahoebasin.com/"&gt;A-Basin&lt;/a&gt; is exactly half way there, right on the path down, so I figured I better check out the new back bowl.  Did I mention I ski there for free?  Uh huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N3SOcj8QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MiXNHJReYXs/s1600-h/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N3SOcj8QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MiXNHJReYXs/s320/DSC01724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171107952150704386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Incident Response Pocket Guide (Firefighter's Bible), there are what's called the 10-18's.  Part of the 10 Standard Firefighting Orders includes #2 - "Know what your fire is doing at all times".  I'd say this rule applies with regards to the parking lot conditions at A-Basin.  "Know what your ice is doing at all times before trying to turn around in a tight space."  I left a note by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N4Mecj8RI/AAAAAAAAAiA/qvPrtxqJj7M/s1600-h/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N4Mecj8RI/AAAAAAAAAiA/qvPrtxqJj7M/s320/DSC01731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171108952878084370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Firefighting Orders #1 - "Keep informed on fire weather conditions and forecasts".  Uh, yes I can do that.  It is definitely snowing with flat light conditions and hard pack snow on the back bowl at A-Basin.  Slope is 40%, aspect is SW, conditions for fire are safe, escape route includes high speed chair lift 1 miles from position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N5OOcj8SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_6XISzTULxo/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N5OOcj8SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_6XISzTULxo/s320/DSC01734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171110082454483234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Firefighting Orders #4 - "Identify escape routes and safety zones, and make them known." Pretty screwed here.  Escape route includes coming to a stop and hoping to see anything possible in front of me on Hoosier Pass.  It cleared after another mile up the pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N50Ocj8TI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LxR3VJ0irWk/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N50Ocj8TI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LxR3VJ0irWk/s320/DSC01736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171110735289512242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Firefighting Orders #6 - "Be alert. Keep calm. Think clearly. Act decisively." Got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N6ROcj8UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6jBatjznpBc/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N6ROcj8UI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6jBatjznpBc/s320/DSC01739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171111233505718594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Firefighting Orders #5 - "Post lookouts when there is possible danger." I found a good spot at the peak of Mt. Shavano out my lodge window at camp.  Incident Commander, may I post lookout here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N6x-cj8VI/AAAAAAAAAig/aoDuPSFWZ98/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N6x-cj8VI/AAAAAAAAAig/aoDuPSFWZ98/s320/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171111796146434386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Peter.  Shut up and sit down for the fire video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N7KOcj8WI/AAAAAAAAAio/B0b0uXNWxXE/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N7KOcj8WI/AAAAAAAAAio/B0b0uXNWxXE/s320/DSC01746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171112212758262114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to relax and eat grub downstairs in the lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N7iucj8XI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hYnS05J94oY/s1600-h/hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N7iucj8XI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hYnS05J94oY/s320/hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171112633665057138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Firefighting Orders #10 - "Fight fire aggressively, having provided for safety first." Time to get to work, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-9070346191012096494?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/9070346191012096494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/9070346191012096494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/02/fire-camp.html' title='Fire Camp'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/R8N3SOcj8QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MiXNHJReYXs/s72-c/DSC01724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-4904365684143451488</id><published>2008-02-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:57.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Fool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R6d-H32Me-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/WlHvu_6Niys/s1600-h/DD+Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R6d-H32Me-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/WlHvu_6Niys/s400/DD+Dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163234171519007714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Friday night plans this week?  Dancing with Jonatha.  My little dance freak had a Daddy-Daughter dance at school and it rocked.  Jonatha was bustin' moves like MC Hammer.  She got wiggidy whack on the dance floor.  Top picture was at the school as we entered and bottom picture Jan snapped as we were heading out the door.  I enjoy dates with my children and cherish them very much.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R6QHE32Me9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/567CJ-HSi8w/s1600-h/Dance+Date.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R6QHE32Me9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/567CJ-HSi8w/s400/Dance+Date.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162258853165562834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-4904365684143451488?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4904365684143451488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4904365684143451488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/02/dance-fool.html' title='Dance, Fool!'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/R6d-H32Me-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/WlHvu_6Niys/s72-c/DD+Dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-4398543213234491551</id><published>2008-01-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:57.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Emmaus Road and some nice residual benefits of working at a resort, Jan and I enjoyed a fantastic weekend in Steamboat Springs.  We took in the sights, had some great fellowship with friends and enjoyed free skiing.  A family offered up the house to our group and this was our view to the southeast.  Not too shabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4rjATLO1VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S7R7GlHr_ok/s1600-h/Steamboat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4rjATLO1VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S7R7GlHr_ok/s400/Steamboat1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155182317765842258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;62" of snow fell Thursday and Friday and we skied Saturday on this...incredible.  Waist deep in the middle of groomers and chest deep on the backside bowl.  Most amazing ski experience of my life.  Period.  This picture is mid-mountain where the snow was "decent" compared to the peak area.  I've never heard so many "whoo-hoos" going down the mountain.  Everyone there was beside themselves over the conditions.  Even locals were amazed.  Fun times.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4ri5DLO1UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KHABB9H1h3w/s1600-h/Steamboat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4ri5DLO1UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KHABB9H1h3w/s400/Steamboat2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155182193211790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-4398543213234491551?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4398543213234491551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4398543213234491551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/01/steamboat.html' title='Steamboat'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4rjATLO1VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S7R7GlHr_ok/s72-c/Steamboat1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8959053543657492016</id><published>2008-01-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:57.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4Tl9jLO1TI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ge_Qo8e0FaY/s1600-h/IMG002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4Tl9jLO1TI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ge_Qo8e0FaY/s400/IMG002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153496719195821362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from Christmas dinner with my house church in Broomfield.  I am so thankful for these folks and their ministry in my life.  Being a part of a group of people who are passionate about Jesus and reaching others for Him is one of the greatest blessings I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8959053543657492016?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8959053543657492016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8959053543657492016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2008/01/house-church.html' title='House Church'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/R4Tl9jLO1TI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ge_Qo8e0FaY/s72-c/IMG002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2483784626630117860</id><published>2007-12-08T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:57.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year Aidan gave skiing a try, but he just didn't seem to like it much.  This year, my buddy Catnip offered to give a couple private lessons to Aidan on the snowboard since kids just learn better from someone other than their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R1tIbsyIVSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dUomk6x2DQA/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/R1tIbsyIVSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dUomk6x2DQA/s400/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141783040288642338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catnip is now Aidan's hero.  They totally hit it off and Catnip is really good with wee people.  Very patient, very well spoken, and knows his stuff.  I've ridden with him several times and Catnip can butter with the best of them.  Maybe it will rub off on Aidan. Oh, in case you're wondering Catnip got his nickname while hiking a whole summer in the Appalachian Mountains by drinking Catnip tea all the time, not by having "whiskers" as Aidan puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2483784626630117860?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2483784626630117860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2483784626630117860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/12/snowboarding-it-is.html' title='Snowboarding It Is'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/R1tIbsyIVSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dUomk6x2DQA/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-861774081510375450</id><published>2007-11-12T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:58.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Is Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjQfcLqkSI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7tF4Z35JPkY/s1600-h/Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjQfcLqkSI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7tF4Z35JPkY/s200/Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132081013948322082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjQVcLqkRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/L_hFNxIRYtY/s1600-h/Tree4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjQVcLqkRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/L_hFNxIRYtY/s200/Tree4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132080842149630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last signs of fall are upon us in the Broadlands neighborhood.  Our block has a few of these trees and my neighbor's tree is gorgeous this week.  By Sunday, I don't expect to see anymore leaves.  Of course, Jonatha was in the tree when I went out to take a picture.  Where else would she be with warm weather and sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjP8MLqkPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MC9D2P79Fx0/s1600-h/Tree3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjP8MLqkPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MC9D2P79Fx0/s200/Tree3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132080408357933298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjQH8LqkQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7AFZSb-rm38/s1600-h/Tree2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjQH8LqkQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7AFZSb-rm38/s200/Tree2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132080610221396226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-861774081510375450?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/861774081510375450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/861774081510375450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall-is-ending.html' title='Fall Is Ending'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjQfcLqkSI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7tF4Z35JPkY/s72-c/Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3245269842951168175</id><published>2007-11-12T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:40:59.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjI68LqkMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1kUOJSlHC2U/s1600-h/puppetshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjI68LqkMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1kUOJSlHC2U/s200/puppetshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132072690301702338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the greatest puppet show on earth!  "Hi, my name is Max and this is my friend, uh, (whispers between Jonatha and Aidan) Duck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjJGMLqkNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fSdk1reE4VI/s1600-h/puppetshow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjJGMLqkNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fSdk1reE4VI/s200/puppetshow2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132072883575230674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More whispers between Jonatha and Aidan)..."Want to fly with me, Duck?  Yes, Max.  Let's fly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjJPMLqkOI/AAAAAAAAAew/VFQ1ZfED72U/s1600-h/puppetshow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjJPMLqkOI/AAAAAAAAAew/VFQ1ZfED72U/s200/puppetshow3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132073038194053346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.  Take your bow.  Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3245269842951168175?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3245269842951168175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3245269842951168175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/11/puppet-show.html' title='Puppet Show'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RzjI68LqkMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1kUOJSlHC2U/s72-c/puppetshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7149334786567571694</id><published>2007-11-02T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:09.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo...Give Me Some Candy Neighbor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rys4XU0GVUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/49rBqCCyqFs/s1600-h/spidey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rys4XU0GVUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/49rBqCCyqFs/s320/spidey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128254574066816322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween...er...fall festival...er...autumn celebration...or whatever they call it these days.  We call it Halloween.  And that means meeting neighbors, enjoying a few pieces of candy and dressing up like fools.  We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rys4OU0GVTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3t9rFmaIeOs/s1600-h/family+spooks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rys4OU0GVTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3t9rFmaIeOs/s320/family+spooks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128254419447993650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hick, Farm Girl, Spidey and Cave Girl hit the streets and partied like it's 1999.  Yes, that's a Budweiser bottle in my front pocket.  Every hick needs one ready, along with a bag of seeds.  Farm girl looks hot in her locks and look at how buff Spidey has gotten lately (he's been working out).  Cave girl got student of the month, so maybe it's all just an act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rys4DE0GVSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/afUR68F5nvQ/s1600-h/cavegirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rys4DE0GVSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/afUR68F5nvQ/s320/cavegirl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128254226174465314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope your trick-or-treating was fun, safe and memorable.  Ours certainly was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7149334786567571694?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7149334786567571694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7149334786567571694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/11/boogive-me-some-candy-neighbor.html' title='Boo...Give Me Some Candy Neighbor!'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rys4XU0GVUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/49rBqCCyqFs/s72-c/spidey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8256916694423319079</id><published>2007-10-27T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:09.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taekwon-ween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RyO9j00GVOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qbrl8gq07UA/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RyO9j00GVOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qbrl8gq07UA/s400/DSC01569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126149224047989986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's Taekwon-Do class had some fun today.  Saturdays are always a day where kids are emphasized and being right before Halloween, they did class in their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RyO9V00GVNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CBHTiFXNAhM/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RyO9V00GVNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CBHTiFXNAhM/s400/DSC01565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126148983529821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan had a blast today and seems to be enjoying Taekwon-Do a lot lately.  He is learning more defensive moves and how to attack.  Just up his alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8256916694423319079?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8256916694423319079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8256916694423319079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/10/taekwon-ween.html' title='Taekwon-ween'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RyO9j00GVOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qbrl8gq07UA/s72-c/DSC01569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2542131998143742865</id><published>2007-10-21T12:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:10.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxucV5aWTcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/spKirbAm_tE/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxucV5aWTcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/spKirbAm_tE/s400/DSC01540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123860901066591682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received our first winter blessing this morning with some more to come this afternoon.  It snowed heavily for about 4 hours at the house, but the ground is so warm (82 degrees yesterday afternoon), only a few inches accumulated.  Still gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxudF5aWTeI/AAAAAAAAAZs/A8nOyfSQMH8/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxudF5aWTeI/AAAAAAAAAZs/A8nOyfSQMH8/s400/DSC01538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123861725700312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonatha and Aidan were quite eager to get outside and start snowball wars and building a snowman.  As I type, the snowman is under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxucNZaWTbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/z-ycyrwqfdc/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxucNZaWTbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/z-ycyrwqfdc/s400/DSC01541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123860755037703602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look here.  My kids are getting along. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxucFZaWTaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-AwFnUYKuKI/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxucFZaWTaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-AwFnUYKuKI/s400/DSC01542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123860617598750114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-snow.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see the first snow in 2005 at our house in North Platte.  Kids grow so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2542131998143742865?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2542131998143742865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2542131998143742865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RxucV5aWTcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/spKirbAm_tE/s72-c/DSC01540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3431124958205891941</id><published>2007-10-07T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:11.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RwkTkk5D94I/AAAAAAAAAZE/B2wqEb0pnAA/s1600-h/Nanny+Visit+Album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RwkTkk5D94I/AAAAAAAAAZE/B2wqEb0pnAA/s400/Nanny+Visit+Album.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118643970582509442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and step-dad visited this weekend.  What a joy to see them.  I haven't seen Bill for over two years and my mom for a year.  Always a privilege.  We had a great time relaxing, enjoying the sights of fall and visiting over coffee around the fire pit.  We took in Estes and RMNP, as well as Eldorado State Park for a picnic and my favorite local pumpkin patch.  Bill, Aidan &amp;amp; I even managed a few hours of college football on Saturday while the girls did girl stuff.  Thanks for coming guys...we love you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3431124958205891941?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3431124958205891941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3431124958205891941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RwkTkk5D94I/AAAAAAAAAZE/B2wqEb0pnAA/s72-c/Nanny+Visit+Album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1512040104268880744</id><published>2007-09-18T08:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:12.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taekwon-Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_e7by7s3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/niL9H6AwE2A/s1600-h/Taekwon-Do-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_e7by7s3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/niL9H6AwE2A/s320/Taekwon-Do-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111549214743835506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan is growing up! My son started Taekwon-Do last night.  He is training at Sereff Taekwon-Do here in Broomfield, which is the headquarters for the United States Taekwon-Do Federation.  Here, Aidan is in "Charyot" position which means "attention".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_ezLy7s2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/g8Qj_o0tIRA/s1600-h/Taekwon-Do-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_ezLy7s2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/g8Qj_o0tIRA/s320/Taekwon-Do-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111549073009914722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_epLy7s1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/tlvyLIzWkxA/s1600-h/Taekwon-Do-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_epLy7s1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/tlvyLIzWkxA/s320/Taekwon-Do-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111548901211222866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Master Chuck Sereff has been teaching Taekwon-Do in Broomfield for over 34 years and in the Denver area for over 50 years.  He trained under the Father of Taekwon-Do, Choi Hong Hi, who promoted Chuck personally to IX Dan Grand Master (one of only two in the world).  Chuck is 78 and still teaches part-time.  I think Aidan is in pretty good hands.  The Sereffs are incredibly nice people and Grand Master Renee Sereff, Chuck's wife, personally gave Aidan a ton of attention and visited with us most of the night, despite having 25 people in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_eEry7szI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cZw_z0O93B4/s1600-h/Taekwon-Do-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_eEry7szI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cZw_z0O93B4/s320/Taekwon-Do-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111548274145997618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and one other new member got some personal teaching from a few lower level black belts on the secondary floor which was cool.  Aidan liked the personal attention and not having to be in the big class all night with all the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_d7ry7syI/AAAAAAAAAYU/MvYKIL07aCA/s1600-h/Taekwon-Do-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_d7ry7syI/AAAAAAAAAYU/MvYKIL07aCA/s320/Taekwon-Do-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111548119527174946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Aidan learns how to tie a proper knot on his uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_dyry7sxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lkgGhePt0Lo/s1600-h/Taekwon-Do-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_dyry7sxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lkgGhePt0Lo/s320/Taekwon-Do-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111547964908352274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan even got to start "fighting" the very first night after learning a front snap kick and basic punch and block.  He loved this part (no surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_eOLy7s0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/HblQbE-yVTs/s1600-h/Taekwon-Do-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_eOLy7s0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/HblQbE-yVTs/s320/Taekwon-Do-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111548437354754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, respect is king in Taekwon-Do.  Students must bow before entering and exiting the floor and always before and after a match-up and all teachers must be referred to as "sir" or "ma'am".  Way to go Aidan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1512040104268880744?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1512040104268880744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1512040104268880744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/09/taekwon-do.html' title='Taekwon-Do'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru_e7by7s3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/niL9H6AwE2A/s72-c/Taekwon-Do-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3693223906467499800</id><published>2007-09-16T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:14.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatirons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1Ot7y7swI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5HL_O-_id84/s1600-h/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1Ot7y7swI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5HL_O-_id84/s320/DSC01468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110827703187780354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close friend, Mitch, and I took off for a morning hike Saturday at the well-known flatirons.  We started at Chautauqua Park base and headed up Ski Jump Trail, crossing over at its peak to Bluebell/Baird Trail where we then began our off-trail excursion up the slope between the 2nd and 3rd flatirons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1NALy7suI/AAAAAAAAAX0/iB2qylJI8TQ/s1600-h/flatirons-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1NALy7suI/AAAAAAAAAX0/iB2qylJI8TQ/s320/flatirons-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110825817697137378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a view of the 3rd Flatiron from our ascent through dense pines and boulder scrambles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1M47y7stI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xhB-F-x3u80/s1600-h/flatirons-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1M47y7stI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xhB-F-x3u80/s320/flatirons-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110825693143085778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On our way up, we encountered fresh cougar tracks which led directly into this den...we decided we were a little stupid for hanging around this spot too long, but it was a rush. September brings multiple sightings of bear and mountain lions and there have been sightings on this path earlier in the week.  Department of Wildlife had some of this park closed just 2 days prior due to both bear and lion activity...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1NgLy7svI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qB2aZ7wvMKE/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1NgLy7svI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qB2aZ7wvMKE/s320/DSC01467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110826367452951282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good example of the terrain we encountered.  I love scrambling rock and getting into the off-trail experience.  It allows you to be away from people and be challenged to try new things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1Mjby7srI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yhE9G_EgSNQ/s1600-h/flatirons-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1Mjby7srI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yhE9G_EgSNQ/s320/flatirons-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110825323775898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Mitch shows off his studly rock-climbing skills as he ascends the base of the 1st flatiron early in our hike.  We decided he should promptly exit to the west, as the slope gets much steeper right above where he is in this photo.  That was good, too, as it led us off-trail and a route between the 2nd and 3rd slabs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1Mrry7ssI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YWSnLuQv3oU/s1600-h/flatirons-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1Mrry7ssI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YWSnLuQv3oU/s320/flatirons-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110825465509819074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reward.  We sat atop the 2nd Flatiron for stunning views of Boulder, Front Range valley, and Indian Peaks Wilderness to the west.  Longs and Meeker Peaks were in full view also.  It's always worth the pain when you hit the peak and can sit back and take it all in.  God is certainly creative and his skills are displayed quite nicely in our great state of Colorado.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3693223906467499800?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3693223906467499800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3693223906467499800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/09/flatirons.html' title='Flatirons'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ru1Ot7y7swI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5HL_O-_id84/s72-c/DSC01468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5786723426186022844</id><published>2007-09-14T22:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:17.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden of the gods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rutoory7sgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3pxrnGvHU1M/s1600-h/Garden+of+gods-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rutoory7sgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3pxrnGvHU1M/s320/Garden+of+gods-30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110293250342367746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege to hang solo with the kids today while Jan pulled a 12 hour shift, so we drove down to the Springs and took in Garden of the gods for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RutoC7y7sfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FEzAOhTlFks/s1600-h/Garden+of+gods-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RutoC7y7sfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FEzAOhTlFks/s320/Garden+of+gods-36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110292601802306034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I snapped many photos, but here are a few for you to enjoy.  Kids here on other side of two slabs of red rock as you enter the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rutnx7y7seI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uVWw-KMC3II/s1600-h/Garden+of+gods-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rutnx7y7seI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uVWw-KMC3II/s320/Garden+of+gods-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110292309744529890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a variety of formations.  Massive slabs and stacked, doubled over red rock with some cool vegetation and rugged terrain.  We didn't have time to get off the beaten path too much, but did manage to find some trails off park a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RutnqLy7sdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9JQHW45BQdo/s1600-h/Garden+of+gods-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RutnqLy7sdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9JQHW45BQdo/s320/Garden+of+gods-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110292176600543698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids were figuring it would be boring, but I assured them they would enjoy the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rutnh7y7scI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uh6x_BXBEiA/s1600-h/Garden+of+gods-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rutnh7y7scI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uh6x_BXBEiA/s320/Garden+of+gods-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110292034866622914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Jonatha said this was one of her favorite Colorado spots now.  Both kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5786723426186022844?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5786723426186022844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5786723426186022844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/09/garden-of-gods.html' title='Garden of the gods'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rutoory7sgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3pxrnGvHU1M/s72-c/Garden+of+gods-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7373425237179598660</id><published>2007-09-10T08:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:17.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RuVR59D9JuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aUHkKGfV_3c/s1600-h/b-fast-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RuVR59D9JuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aUHkKGfV_3c/s400/b-fast-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108579408407242466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonatha got up this morning and made me and Aidan breakfast.  She got every box of cereal we have out on the table, washed and presented apples and peaches and had OJ and milk ready.  Thank you Jonatha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7373425237179598660?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7373425237179598660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7373425237179598660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/09/b-fast.html' title='B-Fast'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RuVR59D9JuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aUHkKGfV_3c/s72-c/b-fast-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-716818528859034306</id><published>2007-09-04T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:18.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rt3UitD9JrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bylal2dJRkc/s1600-h/Hike-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rt3UitD9JrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bylal2dJRkc/s400/Hike-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106471245184837298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day included a little labor...fun labor anyway.  We hiked Loveland Pass to the western rim and took in the view of miles of beautiful Colorado.  Great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rt3U19D9JsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mBCZ-RGTcwU/s1600-h/Hike-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rt3U19D9JsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mBCZ-RGTcwU/s400/Hike-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106471575897319106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan's sister, Kari, joined us for the weekend a came along for the hike before heading back for Nebraska.  Thanks for coming out to see us Kari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rt3VctD9JtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XGqAdLcbDfA/s1600-h/Hike-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rt3VctD9JtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XGqAdLcbDfA/s400/Hike-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106472241617250002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are shown here at the rock pile where people place their rock to show they humped it up to the top.  We're only about 12,540 ft, so no 14'er accolades for this one.  Easy hike and stunning views.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-716818528859034306?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/716818528859034306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/716818528859034306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-labor.html' title='Labor Day Labor'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rt3UitD9JrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bylal2dJRkc/s72-c/Hike-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5407068988924052650</id><published>2007-08-27T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:19.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Madness Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RtMlV9D9JlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qR8hAJznwtw/s1600-h/school+and+pool-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RtMlV9D9JlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qR8hAJznwtw/s400/school+and+pool-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103463861839537746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially fall around here...school has begun.  Jonatha began 1st grade this morning.  First go at full-day classes.  She seemed a little nervous, but knowing Jonatha, she'll be all set in about 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RtMleND9JmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yPjHCYv9Fj0/s1600-h/school+and+pool-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RtMleND9JmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yPjHCYv9Fj0/s400/school+and+pool-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103464003573458530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan will begin his preschooling at home with us, just as we did with Jonatha.  He got dressed up for his big sissy today, so we stopped at the park to take a picture of him by the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RtMmOND9JnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fJjpOusvVrg/s1600-h/school+and+pool-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RtMmOND9JnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fJjpOusvVrg/s400/school+and+pool-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103464828207179378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were impressed with one important factor...the Principal at Coyote Ridge commits to learning every student's name, all 520 of them.  The office secretary, who met us in June, remembered Jonatha's name on Thursday at the Open House.  I think that deserves an A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5407068988924052650?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5407068988924052650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5407068988924052650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5407068988924052650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5407068988924052650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/08/madness-begins.html' title='The Madness Begins'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RtMlV9D9JlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qR8hAJznwtw/s72-c/school+and+pool-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2109246177715597191</id><published>2007-08-13T17:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:19.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RsDvLWILF8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PmUqyYjZGks/s1600-h/IMG_6060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RsDvLWILF8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PmUqyYjZGks/s400/IMG_6060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098337756380862402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...Colorado.  Greatest state in the country for many reasons.  This picture is just one.  I love sunsets, especially in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RsDvjmILF9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/8NuoWvxaGiI/s1600-h/IMG_6045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RsDvjmILF9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/8NuoWvxaGiI/s400/IMG_6045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098338172992690130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sun started to go down and the temp dropped oh...25 degrees...Bob took this photo of us.  Thank you Slies for treating us to the game and for coming to hang with us for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2109246177715597191?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2109246177715597191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=2109246177715597191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2109246177715597191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2109246177715597191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/08/colorado-sunset.html' title='Colorado Sunset'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RsDvLWILF8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PmUqyYjZGks/s72-c/IMG_6060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7908780458275413515</id><published>2007-07-31T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:19.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakeside Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rq_uTmILFtI/AAAAAAAAASI/B1VYU7upDxM/s1600-h/DSC01275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rq_uTmILFtI/AAAAAAAAASI/B1VYU7upDxM/s320/DSC01275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093551723999074002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos are doing a summer reading program with some pretty nice rewards every week.  This week was unlimited ride passes at Ghettoside...er...Lakeside in Denver.  It was a hot, but fun day for the wee Tighes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rq_u9mILFuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iHQgYjsSBRQ/s1600-h/DSC01291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rq_u9mILFuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iHQgYjsSBRQ/s320/DSC01291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093552445553579746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan never mustered the courage for the roller coaster, but he did think the cars were cool.  Once Jonatha hopped on the roller coaster, she never got off. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rq_uKGILFsI/AAAAAAAAASA/89izcsePY7Q/s1600-h/Lakeside-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rq_uKGILFsI/AAAAAAAAASA/89izcsePY7Q/s320/Lakeside-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093551560790316738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan and I watched &amp;amp; laughed much as the kids hit up the park...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7908780458275413515?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7908780458275413515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=7908780458275413515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7908780458275413515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7908780458275413515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/07/lakeside-fun.html' title='Lakeside Fun'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rq_uTmILFtI/AAAAAAAAASI/B1VYU7upDxM/s72-c/DSC01275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-112328967918454343</id><published>2007-07-22T00:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:46:22.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/c3BxRIfc2fs" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/c3BxRIfc2fs" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the video I took before I got to get out and start a hike.  I didn't think I'd get to go while sitting at the pass trail head at 12,000 ft.  But, it opened up and the sun came out for a couple of hours and I enjoyed a great hike on the Continental Divide (see photos below).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-112328967918454343?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/112328967918454343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=112328967918454343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/112328967918454343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/112328967918454343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/07/colorado-weather.html' title='Colorado Weather'/><author><name>Peter</name><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-18512303.post-176142437705251267</id><published>2007-07-22T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:20.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveland Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a bachelor for the weekend, so after doing some painting at the house, I decided to get out and head for the Pass today for a solo hike.  I left the Front Range in sunny &amp; hot conditions and arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loveland&lt;/span&gt; Pass in 43 degree temperature with hail (glad I packed warm clothes).  After the storm cleared, I hit the trail and hiked the ridge, which rewards greatly with stunning views of A-Basin, Keystone and Breckenridge all in one panorama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RqL622ILFqI/AAAAAAAAARw/GZYVEwvOHTo/s1600-h/Loveland+Pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RqL622ILFqI/AAAAAAAAARw/GZYVEwvOHTo/s400/Loveland+Pass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089906349031757474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to hike the ridge all the way around which would be about a 6-7 hour hike.  However, another storm was looming and the wind was picking up rapidly.  I didn't want to be left alone in bear country at 13,000 ft. because of a storm.  Still a great time and about 2 hours of hiking.  Oh, and I almost forgot...on the way down the pass I had to dodge a ton of rock slide debris, a result of all the rain.  Managed to grab one I could actually pick up for my patio.  Kids will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-176142437705251267?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/176142437705251267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=176142437705251267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/176142437705251267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/176142437705251267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/07/loveland-pass.html' title='Loveland Pass'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RqL622ILFqI/AAAAAAAAARw/GZYVEwvOHTo/s72-c/Loveland+Pass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3931472797513902160</id><published>2007-07-12T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:20.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rpbhxyuv5dI/AAAAAAAAARI/KFYxv6P8g6Q/s1600-h/351840-R1-12-12A_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rpbhxyuv5dI/AAAAAAAAARI/KFYxv6P8g6Q/s320/351840-R1-12-12A_013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086501074709243346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and his wife Chan came to visit us this past week.  It was great to see them (doesn't happen enough)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpbiDiuv5eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QhX0FDY6XU8/s1600-h/351840-R1-06-18A_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpbiDiuv5eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QhX0FDY6XU8/s320/351840-R1-06-18A_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086501379651921378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made stops in Estes Park and Boulder Falls one day which was nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpbjCSuv5gI/AAAAAAAAARg/IiMgBu5VJkE/s1600-h/351840-R1-02-22A_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpbjCSuv5gI/AAAAAAAAARg/IiMgBu5VJkE/s320/351840-R1-02-22A_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086502457688712706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking pictures with an old 35mm camera...so much more natural to me than my digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpbkUCuv5hI/AAAAAAAAARo/CH4mn2MxRRI/s1600-h/351840-R1-03-21A_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpbkUCuv5hI/AAAAAAAAARo/CH4mn2MxRRI/s320/351840-R1-03-21A_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086503862143018514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3931472797513902160?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3931472797513902160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=3931472797513902160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3931472797513902160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3931472797513902160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/07/family-times.html' title='Family Times'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rpbhxyuv5dI/AAAAAAAAARI/KFYxv6P8g6Q/s72-c/351840-R1-12-12A_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1693532076544236820</id><published>2007-07-08T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:21.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last October Jonatha gave her life to Jesus Christ, trusting in his finished work at the cross for her salvation.  Now that the colder months are gone, Emmaus Road had our first ever baptism.  Jonatha, along with two of her friends, Brooklyn and Sidney, were baptized today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpGUcT2goqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wKcnAnIdGc0/s1600-h/DSC01235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpGUcT2goqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wKcnAnIdGc0/s320/DSC01235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085008668364153506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the privilege to baptize my daughter today.  What an honor!  Galatians 2:20 says, "I am crucified with Christ, and I no longer live, but Christ lives within me.  And the life I now live, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."  What a fitting verse...our baptism symbolizes this very thing, our sins buried with Jesus and our life resurrected in his likeness.  Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpGVEz2gorI/AAAAAAAAARA/STU69o83ubk/s1600-h/DSC01240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpGVEz2gorI/AAAAAAAAARA/STU69o83ubk/s320/DSC01240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085009364148855474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For video, check out &lt;a href="http://jonathasjourney.blogspot.com"&gt;Jonatha's&lt;/a&gt; blog.  We were able to do this in front of hundreds of witnesses at Boulder Creek.  Who knows how many people were impacted by the event.  That's the beauty of baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1693532076544236820?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1693532076544236820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=1693532076544236820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1693532076544236820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1693532076544236820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/07/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RpGUcT2goqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wKcnAnIdGc0/s72-c/DSC01235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1679052265134051189</id><published>2007-07-07T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:21.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad and his wife, Chan, came to visit this weekend for the 4th of July from San Diego.  It's always great to see them.  Pics aren't developed yet for the weekend, but Jan snapped this for me this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ro_WvT2gopI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JZXp08l6ZbE/s1600-h/3-Gen-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ro_WvT2gopI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JZXp08l6ZbE/s400/3-Gen-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084518612595679890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three generations of Tighe men hanging together...pretty cool.  I hope to someday be able to take this and say, "four generations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1679052265134051189?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1679052265134051189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=1679052265134051189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1679052265134051189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1679052265134051189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-generations.html' title='Three Generations'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Ro_WvT2gopI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JZXp08l6ZbE/s72-c/3-Gen-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-598790192964345811</id><published>2007-07-01T11:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:22.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jan and I had our 11th anniversary this weekend, so we took the offer from &lt;a href="http://julieluse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; to watch our kids all night and went out on a date.  I reserved tickets for the &lt;a href="http://impulsetheater.com/"&gt;Impulse Theater&lt;/a&gt;, a well known Denver improv theater.  Jan and I attempted to go in 2003, but we were prevented from making it to Denver because of the Ogallala flood (anyone from Nebraska will remember that one).   We stopped for a cocktail at Wynkoop Brewing Company, upstairs from the Impulse.  I don't recommend Wynkoop.  Their beer is unimpressive and don't mix a drink very well, in my opinion.  But on to the theater...Sara, Adrian, Jeff, Carl and Marshall were the players for the night and did an impeccable job of acting and improvisation.  They have no scripts but act out the audience suggestions within a variety of acting frameworks, such as "Let's See That", "Forward-Reverse", and "Sing It".  We laughed pretty hard throughout the show and highly recommend you take in this Denver entertainment sometime.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RofiBT2golI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l6VTZl8sI8s/s1600-h/Group05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RofiBT2golI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l6VTZl8sI8s/s320/Group05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082279216647545426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RofkTT2gomI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fVkK28oIncE/s1600-h/via.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RofkTT2gomI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fVkK28oIncE/s320/via.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082281724908446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked a block down LoDo and ate at &lt;a href="http://viaitalianeatery.com/"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt; for some authentic Italian cuisine.  We met the chef, James Mazzio, on the patio because he thought he recognized me (I guess I'm famous). Mazzio cooks a mean Maine Lobster Ravioli (my meal) and  Wood-fired Salsiccia pizza (Jan's meal).  Although overpriced for what the amount of food you get, the attention to detail and quality of food was amazing.  They serve up some really fine bread, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, it's not often you get to enjoy an evening without the kids.  Although we love our little ones dearly, it was nice to have an adult only evening.  After our romantic evening on the town, Jan promptly fell asleep in the car on the ride home and I returned the favor by falling asleep the second I hit the bed.  Oops...guess we forgot to take advantage of a kid-free house, too.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan, I love you!  Thanks for a wonderful 11 years of marriage.  I look forward to many, many more.  You're the best wife a man could dream to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julieluse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-598790192964345811?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/598790192964345811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=598790192964345811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/598790192964345811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/598790192964345811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/07/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RofiBT2golI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l6VTZl8sI8s/s72-c/Group05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2043055827649927660</id><published>2007-06-30T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:22.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin', had me a blast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RoZwcD2gojI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rE4s21GoO6Q/s1600-h/Summer+lovin%27-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RoZwcD2gojI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rE4s21GoO6Q/s400/Summer+lovin%27-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081872856906768946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Danny from Grease would say, "summer lovin', had me a blast."  Kids are really taking in the summer and all it offers, especially the pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RoZwmz2gokI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6iarDL7HBFI/s1600-h/Summer+lovin%27-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RoZwmz2gokI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6iarDL7HBFI/s400/Summer+lovin%27-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873041590362690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in Texas, I have fond memories of the pool.  I spent countless hours swimming the summer away and hanging with friends.  I hope our kids enjoy the same memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2043055827649927660?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2043055827649927660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=2043055827649927660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2043055827649927660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2043055827649927660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-lovin-had-me-blast.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;, had me a blast...'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RoZwcD2gojI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rE4s21GoO6Q/s72-c/Summer+lovin%27-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5628482476234817283</id><published>2007-06-21T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:23.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Boy Belly Flop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our neighbor, Greg Hoffman, defended his title as Belly Flop Champion today at Water World, the biggest water park in the U.S.  KYGO did 2 for 1 tickets today so Jan and I made it a date.  We went to cheer on Greg and support him all we could to help him 3-peat as champion.  Here, Greg performs his warm-up routine on round 1 from the low platform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnsQZfOa7oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/u6wVHR8D1Yc/s1600-h/Greg+Low.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnsQZfOa7oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/u6wVHR8D1Yc/s320/Greg+Low.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078671034855124610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then "Big Sexy" challenges Greg with some serious talent...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnsQ-fOa7pI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0uMQTFDBHSA/s1600-h/Big+Sexy+Low.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnsQ-fOa7pI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0uMQTFDBHSA/s320/Big+Sexy+Low.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078671670510284434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on to the high platform for some hard-core floppin' and some increased pain factor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WQWR-nKOxc"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WQWR-nKOxc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnsTw_Oa7qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8aWYyIMo3eA/s1600-h/Peter-Greg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnsTw_Oa7qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8aWYyIMo3eA/s320/Peter-Greg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078674737116933794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every fat-boy flopper needs a fat-boy supporter...congrats Greg, way to represent the Broadlands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5628482476234817283?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5628482476234817283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5628482476234817283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5628482476234817283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5628482476234817283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/06/fat-boy-belly-flop.html' title='Fat Boy Belly Flop'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnsQZfOa7oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/u6wVHR8D1Yc/s72-c/Greg+Low.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8704460625974554007</id><published>2007-06-17T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna know my idea of a great Father's Day?  Today was it.  I woke up to a card from my wife and kids with a note offering breakfast...we waited until Jan got home from work and changed it to lunch and headed for Pearl Street to enjoy my personal favorite - Illegal Pete's (think local Qdoba or Chipotle...only much better).  Employees are college students...hard workers and generous with portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnW0wPOa7jI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_zHtwcUHVsI/s1600-h/Illegal+Petes+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnW0wPOa7jI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_zHtwcUHVsI/s320/Illegal+Petes+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077162895743839794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my splurge...chicken nachos with queso (spicy!), black olives, lettuce, pico de gallo, and I even went the extra mile with a little sour cream - yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnW0lfOa7iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zNf467r5EJQ/s1600-h/Illegal+Petes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnW0lfOa7iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zNf467r5EJQ/s320/Illegal+Petes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077162711060246050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed with my beautiful bride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnW0GvOa7gI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ybMOOsqVfTY/s1600-h/Illegal+Pets+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnW0GvOa7gI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ybMOOsqVfTY/s320/Illegal+Pets+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077162182779268610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my lovely children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzzPOa7fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TCKfyQtDJq8/s1600-h/Illegal+Petes+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzzPOa7fI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TCKfyQtDJq8/s320/Illegal+Petes+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077161847771819506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took in some entertainment at the International Festival on Pearl Street.  Here are the talented Japanese drummers, Mirai Daiko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzovOa7eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9MSpkWjOpK8/s1600-h/Japanese+Drum+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzovOa7eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9MSpkWjOpK8/s320/Japanese+Drum+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077161667383193058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went and visited the new sweet shop and watched a couple minutes of Charlie &amp; the Chocolate Factory (original version) in style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzcfOa7dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WA5SMwkbMm4/s1600-h/Chocolate+Factory.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzcfOa7dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WA5SMwkbMm4/s320/Chocolate+Factory.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077161456929795538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan bought me a new hat for the summer, because every bald man needs to keep the dome safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzNfOa7cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8WA_1NQ5_iY/s1600-h/New+Hat+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnWzNfOa7cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8WA_1NQ5_iY/s320/New+Hat+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077161199231757762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for a great Father's Day.  Very relaxing and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8704460625974554007?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8704460625974554007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=8704460625974554007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8704460625974554007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8704460625974554007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RnW0wPOa7jI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_zHtwcUHVsI/s72-c/Illegal+Petes+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-4977049823302053741</id><published>2007-06-05T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:24.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RmYyEfOa7bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/W5QDFppvfOM/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RmYyEfOa7bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/W5QDFppvfOM/s400/DSC01134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072797082962292146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jonatha&lt;/span&gt; graduated Kindergarten tonight.  We're proud of her hard work this year at school and diligence in completing her school work and her effort to make not just friends, but lasting relationships with her classmates.  She done good!  Video of her class' performance to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-4977049823302053741?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/4977049823302053741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=4977049823302053741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4977049823302053741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/4977049823302053741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-graduate.html' title='Our Graduate'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RmYyEfOa7bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/W5QDFppvfOM/s72-c/DSC01134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-741369434406289179</id><published>2007-05-31T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We here at the Tighe house have a simple rule when it comes to sports...one at a time.  We let the kids choose what they want to do, and this spring they chose gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7UTl5HL_I/AAAAAAAAANI/FFU5vxUYSR4/s1600-h/Gymnastics-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7UTl5HL_I/AAAAAAAAANI/FFU5vxUYSR4/s320/Gymnastics-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070723663520018418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Derda Rec Center in our neighborhood has a fantastic gymnastics center, really pretty impressive for a public facility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7Us15HMAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TkqM6uWKaRw/s1600-h/Gymnastics-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7Us15HMAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TkqM6uWKaRw/s320/Gymnastics-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070724097311715330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan and I are envious of the kids and wish we could go leap into the foam pit, but no adults allowed unless they are a coach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7VbF5HMCI/AAAAAAAAANg/8V-gMA7rYE8/s1600-h/Gymnastics-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7VbF5HMCI/AAAAAAAAANg/8V-gMA7rYE8/s320/Gymnastics-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070724891880665122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for warm-ups and stretching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7VwV5HMDI/AAAAAAAAANo/-Uqq0BRKepM/s1600-h/Gymnastics-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7VwV5HMDI/AAAAAAAAANo/-Uqq0BRKepM/s320/Gymnastics-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070725256952885298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to master the balance beam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7WXl5HMEI/AAAAAAAAANw/1ifPfEaP5zQ/s1600-h/Gymnastics-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7WXl5HMEI/AAAAAAAAANw/1ifPfEaP5zQ/s320/Gymnastics-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070725931262750786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad $42 investment for eight weeks of fun...one more week to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-741369434406289179?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/741369434406289179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=741369434406289179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/741369434406289179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/741369434406289179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-sports.html' title='Spring Sports'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rl7UTl5HL_I/AAAAAAAAANI/FFU5vxUYSR4/s72-c/Gymnastics-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2147485892448849470</id><published>2007-05-28T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:25.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Duck, Goose Goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing life with neighbors isn't rocket science.  It only requires availability and a prayerful attitude.  We had the Brinkers over last night for steaks, eating outside on the patio.  A neighbor friend, Ruby came along looking to play with Jonatha and Aidan, so we invited her to join us at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RlsB7F5HL-I/AAAAAAAAANA/K0T1iDIRflU/s1600-h/duck,+duck-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RlsB7F5HL-I/AAAAAAAAANA/K0T1iDIRflU/s400/duck,+duck-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069647920241258466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned from the park, Ruby's sister, Jade and her friend Kelsey wanted in on the fun, so all the kids played duck duck, goose goose in our front yard.  That led to meeting another new neighbor, Kelly (Kelsey's mom).  We visited with Penny (Ruby and Jade's mom) and Kelly for a bit while the kids played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be considered normal neighbor activity is so much more in our minds.  We want to be on display for Christ's love in our neighborhood.  By simply visiting in the front yard, we know God can open doors to show his love and share the Gospel.  We pray for these opportunities and hope God will continue to allow us to connect with our neighbors.  We've lived on Spyglass Dr. for two months now and have been able to have conversations with 6 households representing 15 different people.  Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2147485892448849470?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2147485892448849470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=2147485892448849470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2147485892448849470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2147485892448849470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/05/duck-duck-goose-goose.html' title='Duck Duck, Goose Goose'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RlsB7F5HL-I/AAAAAAAAANA/K0T1iDIRflU/s72-c/duck,+duck-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5818822823734313232</id><published>2007-05-12T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Your Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaC7wlQ2QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TB96c89LHEM/s1600-h/Ma+day+makeover-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaC7wlQ2QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TB96c89LHEM/s320/Ma+day+makeover-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063878794189789442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonatha's Kindergarten class at Monarch did a great job honoring their mommas on Friday.  Jan received some pretty royal treatment from a bunch of 6 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaDEQlQ2RI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WBv5bJHhBho/s1600-h/Ma+day+makeover-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaDEQlQ2RI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WBv5bJHhBho/s320/Ma+day+makeover-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063878940218677522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan got hooked up with a foot rub, massage, hair treatment, and makeover.  Afterwards, they went out for lunch with other moms at a local coffee shop in Superior.  Not a bad deal.  I can't wait for Father's Day...oh wait, it's in June.  Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5818822823734313232?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5818822823734313232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5818822823734313232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5818822823734313232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5818822823734313232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/05/honor-your-mother.html' title='Honor Your Mother'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaC7wlQ2QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TB96c89LHEM/s72-c/Ma+day+makeover-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5291153666074759297</id><published>2007-05-12T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:26.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshall Mesa Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaAhwlQ2MI/AAAAAAAAAMI/22yUHmc-s_E/s1600-h/hike-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaAhwlQ2MI/AAAAAAAAAMI/22yUHmc-s_E/s320/hike-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063876148489935042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tighe clan took a hike on one of our favorite spots in Boulder County today - Marshall Mesa.  It has great spots for family hiking with it's easy grades, rocky trails, clear creek, and views of the Flatirons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaAqwlQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zoxqyaaldnU/s1600-h/hike-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaAqwlQ2NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zoxqyaaldnU/s320/hike-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063876303108757714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan even snapped a pretty good photo for us...not bad for a four year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5291153666074759297?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5291153666074759297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5291153666074759297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5291153666074759297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5291153666074759297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/05/marshall-mesa-hike.html' title='Marshall Mesa Hike'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RkaAhwlQ2MI/AAAAAAAAAMI/22yUHmc-s_E/s72-c/hike-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5751526448260819536</id><published>2007-05-06T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climb</title><content type='html'>Jonatha and Aidan performed their first official rock climb at the climbing wall at Derda Rec center.  Our rec center has a 3500 sq ft. wall which is pretty awesome.  The kids tackled the beginner wall, 35 ft. of vertical.  Here's one side of the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rj4q6wlQ2FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LuRqAd7okJw/s1600-h/Rock+Climb-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rj4q6wlQ2FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LuRqAd7okJw/s320/Rock+Climb-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061530220172990546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was signing some paperwork for release when I hear people congratulating Jonatha.  I look up and see her 35 ft. up about to ring the bell, just 2 minutes after starting her climb.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rj4ruwlQ2HI/AAAAAAAAALg/evJWLH8_OOM/s1600-h/Rock+Climb-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rj4ruwlQ2HI/AAAAAAAAALg/evJWLH8_OOM/s320/Rock+Climb-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061531113526188146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was soooooo proud of Aidan.  He takes after me and is the cautious one, and fearful of heights to boot.  He got strapped in, and hit that wall like a man.  After two grips, he slipped, swung around the corner and hit his head on the wall.  I thought that would be the end of it, but he got down, looked at the wall and hit it again, climbing 8ft. up the wall...no tears.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rj4slwlQ2II/AAAAAAAAALo/mtCMXnCgkFU/s1600-h/Rock+Climb-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rj4slwlQ2II/AAAAAAAAALo/mtCMXnCgkFU/s320/Rock+Climb-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061532058418993282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both kids loved it.  Jonatha went three times, Aidan two times.  I have a feeling we'll be back for more very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5751526448260819536?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5751526448260819536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5751526448260819536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5751526448260819536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5751526448260819536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock-climb.html' title='Rock Climb'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rj4q6wlQ2FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LuRqAd7okJw/s72-c/Rock+Climb-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3862942806785744030</id><published>2007-04-29T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:27.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonablades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RjVLlQlQ19I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Q4T9_2fYNNk/s1600-h/jonablades-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RjVLlQlQ19I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Q4T9_2fYNNk/s320/jonablades-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059032859899123666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonatha tried out her new rollerblades for her 6th birthday...she progressed pretty well from first day to the second.  My kids are growing too fast...somebody stop this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RjVLVAlQ18I/AAAAAAAAAKM/59LI8PSifUs/s1600-h/jonablades-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RjVLVAlQ18I/AAAAAAAAAKM/59LI8PSifUs/s320/jonablades-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059032580726249410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3862942806785744030?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3862942806785744030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=3862942806785744030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3862942806785744030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3862942806785744030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/04/jonablades.html' title='Jonablades'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RjVLlQlQ19I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Q4T9_2fYNNk/s72-c/jonablades-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2421393018519089805</id><published>2007-04-17T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went for a walk in the park on Sunday at Anthem Ranch, about 2 miles from our house...great park for walks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RiVJCQhuF7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/gnTuHTkgRmg/s1600-h/Anthem+Park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054526459938215858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RiVJCQhuF7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/gnTuHTkgRmg/s320/Anthem+Park.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jan and Jonatha pose for a quick pic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RiVJUAhuF8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pjBESIQwHHA/s1600-h/Janjonatha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054526764880893890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RiVJUAhuF8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pjBESIQwHHA/s320/Janjonatha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Aidan and I pose, as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RiVJhAhuF9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vtoEACS7Bvs/s1600-h/Walkinpark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054526988219193298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RiVJhAhuF9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vtoEACS7Bvs/s320/Walkinpark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these moments when we're just hanging and doing hardly anything at all, except enjoying one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2421393018519089805?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2421393018519089805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=2421393018519089805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2421393018519089805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2421393018519089805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/04/walk-in-park.html' title='Walk in the Park'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RiVJCQhuF7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/gnTuHTkgRmg/s72-c/Anthem+Park.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7491438767032377910</id><published>2007-04-10T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:28.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My In-Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have the coolest in-law parents. Yes, that's right...they're the coolest. Don't argue 'cause you'll lose (unless they're yours as well-which is highly possible since they have 13 children!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhwN9QhuF2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AlsBjFYae-M/s1600-h/Bob-Luella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051928228062435170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhwN9QhuF2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AlsBjFYae-M/s320/Bob-Luella.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bob &amp;amp; Luella Joedeman of Stapleton, NE. They represent everything "Good Life" in Nebraska...faithful followers of Jesus, best work ethic around, loving parents, grandparents and friends. They live the simple life, which I try to model harder and harder every year older I get. Bob is truly a father figure to me and Luella is a the living definition of meekness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was great having you guys visit beautiful Colorado for Resurrection Sunday. Thanks for coming and spending time with us. We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7491438767032377910?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7491438767032377910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=7491438767032377910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7491438767032377910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7491438767032377910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-in-laws.html' title='My In-Laws'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhwN9QhuF2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/AlsBjFYae-M/s72-c/Bob-Luella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-2552936583726640185</id><published>2007-04-04T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:29.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a busy weekend!  First, we said goodbye to our townhouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfR-ORkYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yWgYTy9thlM/s1600-h/Townhouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049554738321920386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfR-ORkYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yWgYTy9thlM/s320/Townhouse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we said hello to our new house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfX-ORkZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m-FvUatWU7E/s1600-h/Spyglass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049554841401135506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfX-ORkZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m-FvUatWU7E/s320/Spyglass.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we enjoyed a day of spring skiing at Eldo on Monday-here's Jan chillin' on Corona lift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfjeORkaI/AAAAAAAAAII/OGV2gtiXFZg/s1600-h/Janlift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049555038969631138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfjeORkaI/AAAAAAAAAII/OGV2gtiXFZg/s320/Janlift.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Jan preparing herself for her first run on Corona Bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfq-ORkbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BKVCDm0BiWQ/s1600-h/Janboard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049555167818650034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfq-ORkbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BKVCDm0BiWQ/s320/Janboard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's me at my favorite spot at Eldo for viewing - the split at Psychopath and La Belle...note Peterson Lake and Barker Reservoir in the background, as well as the back of the Flatirons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOf0uORkcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pLkFwz48EYM/s1600-h/Petereldora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049555335322374594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOf0uORkcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pLkFwz48EYM/s320/Petereldora.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and two lovebirds just chillin on the lift on one of our last runs...thanks for a great weekend Jan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOf_eORkdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cXMJTjNSg-s/s1600-h/Gear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049555520005968338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOf_eORkdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cXMJTjNSg-s/s320/Gear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2552936583726640185?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2552936583726640185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=2552936583726640185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2552936583726640185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2552936583726640185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-weekend.html' title='Big Weekend...'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RhOfR-ORkYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yWgYTy9thlM/s72-c/Townhouse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8452186742571083481</id><published>2007-03-27T06:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:29.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Mountain...Move Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046581663116890562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkPSOAVEcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/E7F5oeqaV1E/s320/Eldo1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Big day for Jonatha on Monday as it was time to start tackling the big mountain with daddy. She was a little nervous at first, but had a breakthrough on the first run when she carved out 7 nice turns down a steep slope. Her caution quickly turned into "whew-hoo!" and "this is awesome!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkPcOAVEdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BQOtwDtgP8A/s1600-h/Eldo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046581834915582418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkPcOAVEdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BQOtwDtgP8A/s320/Eldo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Jonatha says "where are we going, Daddy?" I say, "it's time for the backside of the mountain for some fun. This is a run that leads you to Indian Peaks lift to access the goodies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkP2eAVEeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TaLm5KTV8H8/s1600-h/Eldo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046582285887148514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkP2eAVEeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TaLm5KTV8H8/s320/Eldo3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, well...if you can manage Indian Peaks, you might as well try out your first black diamond run - Corona Bowl. Enjoy the ride down a 50 degree pitch full of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkQdOAVEfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EaS9rcfMwZk/s1600-h/Eldo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046582951607079410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkQdOAVEfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EaS9rcfMwZk/s320/Eldo5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8452186742571083481?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8452186742571083481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=8452186742571083481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8452186742571083481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8452186742571083481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-mountainmove-over.html' title='Big Mountain...Move Over!'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgkPSOAVEcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/E7F5oeqaV1E/s72-c/Eldo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-5096777548183093405</id><published>2007-03-22T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:30.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Doggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we eat pretty healthy at the Tighe house, but every now and then we just gotta splurge. Tuesday we started a fire outside and roasted hot dogs, marshmellows and had some good old fashion fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044723333694433074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgJ1JNb7JzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O5Zjg4gZecI/s200/Hot+Dogs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonatha says..."give me S'more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044723599982405442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgJ1Ytb7J0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/stxASDlGpEA/s200/Hot+Dogs+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aidan says..."Blaaaaaah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgJ1tdb7J1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/SBL8J1Q4sos/s1600-h/Hot+Dogs+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044723956464691026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgJ1tdb7J1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/SBL8J1Q4sos/s200/Hot+Dogs+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to quote Dave Ramsey..."You gotta attack that debt, errrr, snack!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgJ2O9b7J2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mw0YsuzNU1Q/s1600-h/Hot+Dogs+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044724531990308706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgJ2O9b7J2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mw0YsuzNU1Q/s200/Hot+Dogs+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-5096777548183093405?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/5096777548183093405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=5096777548183093405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5096777548183093405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/5096777548183093405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/03/hot-doggy.html' title='Hot Doggy'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RgJ1JNb7JzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O5Zjg4gZecI/s72-c/Hot+Dogs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1886573379422895149</id><published>2007-03-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:30.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my birthday on Monday, we took a hike up Red Rocks Trail in Boulder and then had a picnic in the canyon afterwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAThfipzxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eBUGrTgvVBA/s1600-h/Red+Rock+Hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549449151041298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAThfipzxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eBUGrTgvVBA/s320/Red+Rock+Hike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not tired yet...only .3 miles into the trek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfATCvipzwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uCnyDXhuzkw/s1600-h/Red+Rock+Hike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039548920870063874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfATCvipzwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uCnyDXhuzkw/s320/Red+Rock+Hike2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What photo faces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAT9PipzyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yHytTMo9fNU/s1600-h/Red+Rock+Hike3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549925892411170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAT9PipzyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yHytTMo9fNU/s320/Red+Rock+Hike3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice way to finish off the uphill with views of Boulder Creek Canyon from a cliff. Sucks living in Boulder County, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Jan and I decided on this hike to add blogs for our kids.  Check them out by clicking on the right on their links.  More to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1886573379422895149?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1886573379422895149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=1886573379422895149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1886573379422895149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1886573379422895149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAThfipzxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eBUGrTgvVBA/s72-c/Red+Rock+Hike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3005338529143034075</id><published>2007-03-08T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:31.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Keep Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay Kautz's...I have a proposal. You get her during the week, I keep her on the weekend.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAOh_ipzvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/taiKuugGFfA/s1600-h/Babykate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039543960182836978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAOh_ipzvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/taiKuugGFfA/s400/Babykate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's only fair.  Afterall, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; an uncle to over 40 kids.  What's one more?  I am officially adopting baby Kate and you can't stop me.  Okay, maybe you can...but she's still mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3005338529143034075?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3005338529143034075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=3005338529143034075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3005338529143034075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3005338529143034075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-i-keep-her.html' title='Can I Keep Her?'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RfAOh_ipzvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/taiKuugGFfA/s72-c/Babykate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-3106790761806276411</id><published>2007-02-22T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:31.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week, I was hanging out with Aidan and trying to convince him to rest for about a half hour. I even crawled into bed and snuggled with him so he would relax and get some sleep. He fought and fought the nap and finally, after a good 45 minutes, I let him off the hook to go play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rd2eK6kvwAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/96F2wzsCxsU/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034353868829343746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rd2eK6kvwAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/96F2wzsCxsU/s400/sleeping+beauty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...I came downstairs about 10 minutes later and find this in the middle of the living room.  Jan and I got a good laugh at this one.  He is so determined and strong-willed.  Didn't want the nap only because I was trying to get him to take one.  Once he was given his freedom, he promptly hit the floor.  I just had to take a pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-3106790761806276411?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/3106790761806276411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=3106790761806276411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3106790761806276411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/3106790761806276411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/02/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/Rd2eK6kvwAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/96F2wzsCxsU/s72-c/sleeping+beauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-7981937840105606009</id><published>2007-02-21T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:31.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Pizza</title><content type='html'>Jan and I personally find Valentine's stupid, but the kids were pretty excited to celebrate. And why not pizza, the most frequently consumed dinner (along with tacos) at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tighe&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RdxU06kvv-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IYzD8y3bHiM/s1600-h/vpizzas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033991751546683362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RdxU06kvv-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IYzD8y3bHiM/s400/vpizzas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a little confused by Aidan's attire...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; and apron? I may need to have a talk with him about this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RdxVOakvv_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tTjnAj0qavw/s1600-h/vpizzas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033992189633347570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RdxVOakvv_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tTjnAj0qavw/s400/vpizzas2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Seriously, it's so fun to see your kids being creative.  If you don't have little ones yet, you'll learn someday that they do not need hundreds of toys and video games to be entertained.  All they need is an outlet for expressing their creativity.  The kitchen is a great place to do it, and I am thankful Jan encourages this at home during the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7981937840105606009?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7981937840105606009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=7981937840105606009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7981937840105606009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7981937840105606009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-pizza.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Pizza'/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RdxU06kvv-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IYzD8y3bHiM/s72-c/vpizzas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-1108146036033539485</id><published>2007-02-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:29:08.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing Update</title><content type='html'>Thanks to those of you praying with us on our housing situation.  We believe God has clearly responded with an answer.  Our friends, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kautz&lt;/span&gt; family, will be moving no later than April 1st to Erie, just a few minutes north.  They have been living in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Broadlands&lt;/span&gt; in the NW corner of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Broomfield&lt;/span&gt; for the past year.  The rent at their home is well below market value in the neighborhood and they have a solid landlord.  I had an in-depth talk with the landlord last night, and it appears it's a done deal.  Only thing we need to determine is the move-in date, which will be dictated by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kautz's&lt;/span&gt; departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means is this the location we had hoped for, but we feel God has presented us with a good option within our budget and still within very close proximity to Boulder and the surrounding communities.  It also looks good for being able to opt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jonatha&lt;/span&gt; into her current school, Monarch K-8 in Louisville, just 5 miles west of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another consideration for me is the fact that this house is in the lowest cost structure for the entire neighborhood.  In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Broadlands&lt;/span&gt;, there is a mixture of homes ranging from townhouses, cottages and larger upscale homes.  The cottages (like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kautz's&lt;/span&gt;) are the most affordable and marketable homes in the neighborhood to the average consumer.  Prices can surpass $1,000,000 just a couple of blocks away.  And believe it or not, in our area, a $250k house is cheap.  Hard to believe, but "fixer upper" homes in Boulder County start around $180-200k.  That's well above the beautiful, maintenance-free North Platte house we owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is God isn't fearful of high housing costs and is more than able to provide us the resources to live in a suitable place.  We were called here and God will not disappoint in providing each and every family a place to call home and do house church ministry.  It takes some serious self-denial in other areas, but it is possible to budget for the cost difference.  We have certainly learned that lesson the past year and are grateful actually for the increase in cost of living.  It has forced us to strip away non-essentials in our lives and has brought us tremendous freedom spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the neighborhood...&lt;a href="http://www.broadlandscolorado.com/neighbor.htm"&gt;http://www.broadlandscolorado.com/neighbor.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-1108146036033539485?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/1108146036033539485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=1108146036033539485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1108146036033539485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/1108146036033539485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/02/housing-update.html' title='Housing Update'/><author><name>Peter</name><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-18512303.post-7320758519462621956</id><published>2007-02-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:30:57.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak Hotel</title><content type='html'>*Post taken from my journal, Tablet of Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jonatha received her semi-annual spanking from me. Any of you who know my daughter knows that her rebellion is rare. Last night Aidan, a commoner amongst rebels, decided he wanted to brush his teeth at the same time as his big sissy. So he proceeded to snap her underwear to get her to move over. I heard this happen, then a loud thud (that distinct sound to all parents as fist to bone). Jonatha had punched Aidan square in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while a part of me was proud of her resilience against the brotherly warfare of her younger sibling (also known as Sir Aidan, Constant Battler of Peace), I knew in my heart I must discipline my daughter, for at the Tighe house, hitting is never acceptable. So I called her out into the room and asked her to meet me in my bedroom. This is the moment when my daddy in me just breaks. I have always wanted a little girl because there are so few on my side of the family. All my life, as I dreamed of being a daddy someday, I have longed for a daughter. So, when it comes time to discipline, I struggle with emotions that break my heart. Yet, I hear God's voice clearly..."He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is careful to discipline him" Proverbs 13:24. Wait, does this mean I can spare my daughter (&lt;em&gt;it clearly says son&lt;/em&gt;)? Uh...no, it doesn't mean that, Peter. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a talk with her and give her two firm swats on her backside. You should've seen her face. Determination hath no competition. She was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to cry in front of her daddy. I told her to request of Aidan his forgiveness and finish getting ready for bed. As she walked off, I heard the outpouring of her soul's pain as she began to cry intensely. Oh that hurts my heart, Lord, I exclaim. And then, gently, God answers..."Know then in your heart that as a man disciplines his son, so the LORD your God disciplines you" (Deuteronomy 8:5). You see, I am convinced that the process of the discipline of our children is just as much a process of our personal growth in Christ. Every time I have to discipline my children, I hear God whisper to me, "Peter, your heartache right now is how I feel when you depart from my ways." Oh, how that turns my stomach! And it's true, you know. God desires from us holiness. He desires so deeply for us to be home with him. He longs for that sweet, perfect fellowship with his children. And when we sin, we interrupt that fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally had a very weak moment this week. I allowed my mind to go somewhere it shouldn't and I literally felt the heartache of God's Spirit in me. I felt sick inside knowing that my sin was separating me from God at that moment. Yet, later, I felt comforted by God in that he had forgiven me because of His Son. Job 5:17, "Blessed is the man whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty." It is such a blessing to be a child of God. Though he disciplines me, I know it's done in love. And I know that one day, at home in heaven, he will embrace me with the greatest of embraces from a Father to his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-7320758519462621956?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/7320758519462621956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=7320758519462621956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7320758519462621956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/7320758519462621956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/02/heartbreak-hotel.html' title='Heartbreak Hotel'/><author><name>Peter</name><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-18512303.post-608019744310063741</id><published>2007-02-09T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:24:20.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Friends...would you pause today and pray with us?  Jan and I have to make a pretty immediate decision on housing.  Our rent is jumping $327.00/month come March 10th and we have to give a 30 day notice prior to moving.  This is the downside to getting a steal to begin with based on a computer error on the listing like we did last year.  Bottom line, by tomorrow we will be indicating to our current housing manager our interest in staying, leaving and on what time frame.  We can go month to month, but we cannot afford the rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boulder County is a unique housing market.  Average house price in Superior is $400,000.  Louisville is a little higher and Lafayette is a touch lower.  So, finding a modest home to rent or buy is challenging.  Boulder is a whole other animal and not even remotely in our budget. The upside?  You can rent these homes at a $400-750 discount to buying them.  Bang for buck, renters have the advantage in our neighborhood when it comes to housing costs on a budget like ours.  So, we want to rent for another 2-3 years and make sure we find the neighborhood we want to choose to live in long-term and then buy a house when we are 100% debt free.  And free we will be indeed come fall of 2009!  No consumer debt, no auto debt, no student debt, nothing.  That's when we plan to start researching our buying opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have caught some crap from family over the years for moving so frequently.  We lived in North Platte for 7 years, but lived in 4 houses.  But, Jan and I have always been a couple who constantly asks God to lead us in where he wants us to be and that sometimes requires us to be flexible in moving.  And, I'll defend every one of those moves as prayer saturated decisions. When we moved to CO, we knew from day one that the apartment we took was only temporary and that we'd be moving again come spring 2007.  In fact, all 5 families who moved here with Emmaus Road will be moving in the next 3 months.  So remember all of us in prayer, if you will, as we ask God for wisdom and provision to place us exactly in the community and house of his choosing so that we will be neighbors to the folks he has predestined us to do life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, you can visualize this by using Google maps/earth.  Take a look at Superior, Louisville, Erie, Lafayette and of course, Boulder.  You'll notice that these towns are all a "front range" so to speak to Boulder and are in a great location for doing ministry across city borders.  Another exciting thing is Cornerstone Church in Boulder is actually asking people in their congregation to help launch a second Emmaus Road ministry team in the city of Boulder.  Yes, you read that correctly...a church is literally okay with members of their church joining another body of believers in the same community - amazing!  This, paired with all the families actively looking at homes in the surrounding communities, reminds me that God is strategically placing believers in the county to do his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this just simply is encouraging to me.  I just got off the phone with my wife and we were discussing how great it is to know God has it all planned out for us.  He knows where we will be, who we will be living by and what kind of friendships we will be establishing.  I can only imagine how excited he is about it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-608019744310063741?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/608019744310063741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=608019744310063741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/608019744310063741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/608019744310063741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/02/housing-prayer-request.html' title='Housing Prayer Request'/><author><name>Peter</name><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-18512303.post-2619210120760515462</id><published>2007-01-31T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:41:32.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night Aidan went to the Avs game with some friends of ours and Jan had to work, so Jonatha and I had a date night at the AMC Flatirons theatre.  We went to see Night at the Museum with Ben Stiller, Robin Williams.  It was a much better movie than I anticipated (had pretty low expectations) with excellent special effects.  And, it was a great family flick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RcEJeT3rIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/b6fHY_i6s1Q/s1600-h/amc+theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026309075456696754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_83f-a0_f6DY/RcEJeT3rIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/b6fHY_i6s1Q/s400/amc+theatre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I enjoy these times with my kids.  We don't go to the theatre much at all, maybe 2 times a year.  So, it makes it special, and I don't freak out about the horrific prices because I know I won't be doing it again for 6 months.  We did a lot of laughing and danced to the closing credits music since no one else was in the room.  Good memories were made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-2619210120760515462?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/2619210120760515462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=2619210120760515462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2619210120760515462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/2619210120760515462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-night-aidan-went-to-avs-game-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><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/_83f-a0_f6DY/RcEJeT3rIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/b6fHY_i6s1Q/s72-c/amc+theatre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18512303.post-8694791153501627725</id><published>2007-01-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:30:43.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Child Of Mine</title><content type='html'>Last night at our gathering, Josh led the group in a couple of worship songs. I was sitting on the couch next to Brandon and Jeff and my daughter Jonatha was over at the fireplace. I look over during the song and I see my daughter worshipping with some serious passion. I was so blessed at that moment to see her face, filled with energy and love for God. I can't describe it in a way that will communicate clearly what I saw, but it was sweet to take in as a father and I will never forget that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know God delights in the worship of children? &lt;strong&gt;Matthew 19:14, Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."&lt;/strong&gt; First, I see something very important, a message for adults. It's in the word 'let'. Let the children come to me, Jesus says. How often do adults try to put kids in a worship box and say worship this way or that way because you can't understand worship the way adults understand it. We, as adults, too often doubt our children in their ability to understand our Creator. Second, we must let children come to God, approach him. Children have a level of faith that we have forgotten as adults. They demonstrate this in their faith in their own parents. My kids know if I tell them they are safe, they are safe indeed. They don't doubt, they trust me. With our Father in heaven, children trust in a way that is so pure and vulnerable. They don't allow earthly cares to interfere with their faith and we need to stop suppressing that desire to approach God in their own way. Third, we can't hinder them. How crushing it would have been if I have walked over to my daughter and said, "you shouldn't raise your hands to God yet because you don't really understand why we do that." Maybe she doesn't fully understand the reasoning behind it, but she has seen her daddy do it and she simply wants to worship God the right way. She is motivated by her love for Jesus, not some methodology we have forced on her. Finally, the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these. This may be difficult to comprehend, but I believe God has a special place in his heart for little children, even those who have yet to fully grasp sin, death, and faith. I won't pretend to fully understand the age of accountability, but I believe it's there and that God is in control of the eternal destiny of our little ones amongst us. He knows when each person can grasp the elements of faith and he is sovereign in that process. I know my daughter has placed her faith in Jesus for salvation, yet I see my son still grappling with the whole idea. Still, I know Aidan carries a special place in God's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can learn much from watching our children worship. In fact, we can worship God in observing our children learning and growing in their own personal worship. It's about being drawn to Him and giving him the worth and glory he deserves. That can come in many forms, not just singing, praying, or reading our Bible. Take time today, parent, to observe your children's faith, and learn from it. You may be surprised to find out how far you have to go, too, in your growth as a worshipper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18512303-8694791153501627725?l=tighetales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/feeds/8694791153501627725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18512303&amp;postID=8694791153501627725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8694791153501627725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18512303/posts/default/8694791153501627725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tighetales.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-child-of-mine.html' title='Sweet Child Of Mine'/><author><name>Peter</name><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>
