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The weather today has been very, very odd. Everyone is using the word _huracán_ for what is in store for us tonight. Nora and I spent much of the afternoon outside in the unseasonably warm temperatures and brisk breeze. We saw several dumpsters that had been tied down to keep them in place. There were a few strange occurrences, such as when it rained from a perfectly blue sky.  <a href="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-27-february-hurricane/4392289595_59004ddb58_o_d.jpg" target="_blank" class="flickr-image" title="Empty sky from which rain was falling">
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 This is what the sky looked like when it was raining. The rain must have been leaving a cloud several kilometers away and then blowing towards us to reach its final destination of our heads.

At night fall we got a call from Marga at home telling us to rush home because the wind was picking up and sometimes in storms like this shingles (big terracotta Spanish shingles!) can come loose and crash to the ground, easily crushing any skulls below. Just as I hung up with her, a huge gust came that almost blew Nora's stroller over. We ran home immediately leaning into the wind.

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 The temperature, which had been between 15Âº and 19Âº C all day rose sharply at dusk to 23Â° C. Whatever it was, it was coming...

Once home, Marga and I were looking out the window at plastic bags flying about violently up at our level of the sixth floor. Then, all of a sudden, a big thud, and then a big piece of something slammed into the angled window that I was staring out, scaring me half to death, before tumbling over the edge of the building.

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 It fell right where Nora and I had been a few minutes earlier. It seems like it miraculously fell between two vehicles.

We raced upstairs (our apartment has two floors) to see where the piece broke off. And there we saw only one twirly vent thing where there used to be two.

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 Where the piece broke off.

Our building is particularly noisy in windy conditions, so we expect to spend the night huddled in bed hoping the rest of the building doesn't break apart. A hurricane in February!


February Hurricane


The other day I took Nora to the doctor to get her cough and recurring fever looked at. Actually I went in just to get an appointment, but as soon as the receptionist heard the F-word, she passed me right along to the pediatric waiting area. Eventually the doctor saw us, probed and prodded a screaming Nora, and gave us a prescription for a cough and fever medicine. We headed straight for the _farmacia_.

> Pharmacist: "How may I help you?"
> 
> Me \[handing over prescription slip\]: "Here."
> 
> Pharmacist: "One moment."
> 
> Pharmacist \[returning with bottle\]: "Okay, that'll be seventy-two..."
> 
> Me \[thinking with my American brain\]: "_What??_ 72€ is awfully expensive for cough medicine!"
> 
> Pharmacist: "...cents."

Socialized medicine really is brutal.


Drug Deal


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Well, Nora, yesterday was your last _cumplemes_ that we're going to celebrate. From now on, it's just once a year. We weren't going to do much of a party this time, but in the morning your Aunt Belén called and informed me that she was bringing your grandmother and great-grandfather to see you for your 11 month birthday...and that they expected there to be hamburgers!  Before heading to the butcher for the ground beef, we took a walk around town in the wonderful sunny weather. At one of the many playgrounds we saw our neighbor from an adjacent building, Olga, with her granddaughter Ana. Ana is almost two years old now and races around the playground like a puppy off leash. She also understands how the swing set works and how to hold on when swinging. You don't yet. They were nice enough to get off the swing to let you dangle there for a bit, looking precariously cute.

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 Don't fall out!

After the grown-ups ate a meal of delicious hamburgers (you were napping, sorry), you got to play hooky from daycare and lounge around the house with your aunt, grandmother, and great-grandfather before having a big plate of fruit puree and going for a walk to meet up with your mother.

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 The fact that you look fabulous in your aunt's scarf surprised no one.

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 It took you about a half hour to reacquaint yourself with your great-grandfather, much to his chagrin.

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 Your aunt is very fond of you.

Eventually you all came home in time for your evening cookie.

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 Mmm! Cookie!

Then a bath, some _papilla_ (a sloppy milk and cereal mix), and off to bed. We decided that it was long past time to start a rigid bedtime ritual, so your mother read you [The Going To Bed Book](http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0671449028?linkCode=shr&camp=213733&creative=393173&tag=eriksblog07-20) before putting you down. You didn't complain one bit...

...until thirty minutes later...and thirty minutes after that...and a half hour after that...and again...and again... The abnormality of your day must have made you restless.

And all of a sudden, here we are on the final stretch of your first solar lap. When we make it to the starting line again, _that_ will be worth celebrating!


Eleven Months Old


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This morning Nora was looking particularly cute, and I was itching to put the flash back on my camera and take some photos. The result was a little impromptu portraiture session starring a little blond-haired blue-eyed lass sitting lazily on the sofa.  <a href="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-23-cutie-pie/4381436097_9d1b0afc83_o_d.jpg" target="_blank" class="flickr-image" title="Big eyes">
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 If her eyes were any bigger, she'd be a Japanese cartoon character.

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 Reading a book.

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 A half-smile.

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 Wispy hair. Like [her dad's](http://www.flickr.com/photos/erikrasmussen/542112828/).

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 Standing tall. She can hold a standing (well, leaning) position for almost a minute before her knees buckle.

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 "Enough photos already! Let's go for a walk!"

So we did.


Cutie Pie


![thumb](https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-21-learning-to-eat/2.jpg)Sometime in the past few weeks, Nora has left her "I must put _everything_ I can touch into my mouth!" phase, and is now often content to hold objects in her hands, passing them from one hand to the other. This shift has coincided, unfortunately, with the introduction of self feeding, whereby she is given a small piece of cookie to pick up and eat. The first few times, she didn't understand what the cookie was for at all, and she picked it up and dropped it, picked it up and dropped it, just like she does with most things. Eventually she figured out that it was for eating and put it in her mouth...but she didn't understand that she needed to let go of the cookie once it was in her mouth, so she was just sucking on it with it pinched between her fingers. We'll keep working with her on this.  Below is a three minute movie of Nora eating cookies with her mother. It's pretty adorable to me, but I can see how it might bore anyone else.


Learning To Eat


![thumb](https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-19-spitty-face/3.jpg)Now more interactive than ever, Nora is about at the stage of awareness of a pet dog...who can be taught to do tricks. Her current tricks include clapping and spitting. Also demonstrated in the video is her current fascination with zippers. Zippers are fun because they have the little handle that jingles a bit, and they vibrate a little in your hand when you move them up and down the track. I have a hard time keeping her attention on my face when I wear a jacket with a zipper down the front.

I love the sun, but there's nothing like a sunbeam coming through the window to make you feel like you live in a big dust cloud. At first I didn't like the fact that I shot the video through a sun beam, but it does help demonstrate that she's actually spitting (for extra spittle, try [viewing in HD!](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCrHN16hNBU&fmt=22)). She's known how to "blow a raspberry" [for a while now](/2010/01/05/new-sounds/), but credit goes to my father-in-law for teaching her how to do it on command, where the command is the act of wiping your face like she's just spit on you. Gesture-initiated tricks give the added benefit of looking like she's already bilingual. So you can say, "_¡Ay! Me has escupido a la cara!_" when you wipe your face, or "Oy! You just spit in my face!" and the joke works.


Spitty Face


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Yesterday morning, Nora was exceptionally well behaved. After breakfast (she's most docile after a meal) I set her on the floor in the living room and did my "toss a toy to the other side of her and leave the room before she notices" Batman exit. She remained there playing alone without complaint for 45 minutes (and she's doing it again today as I type) while I trimmed my RSS feed and got some stuff done around the house. When she couldn't take it anymore, I put her in the walker and wheeled her into the kitchen so she could watch me do the dishes. As I was scrubbing dishes, I was thinking about how wonderful her behavior was that morning, and how she wasn't even complaining that I was ignoring her with the dishes. About that time my "maybe it's _too_ quiet" mammalian neurons fired and I spun around to see what she was up to. She had _vanished!!_  I went to the kitchen door, and there she was up against the wall on the other side of the hallway reaching with all her arm length to touch the wooden door frame of the bathroom. So I wheeled her back into the kitchen and watched her back out into the hallway before pulling her into the kitchen again and angling the walker so she couldn't get out the door again.

It's just further evidence of a behavior/ability we've seen developing already: walking backwards in the walker. And if you think about it, the seated posture the walker puts her in is much more conducive to going backwards. If you had to get from one end of a hallway to another quickly without standing up from your wheeled office chair, you'd spin around and push yourself backwards.

The trick to going forwards in the walker is actually standing up straight and supporting all your own weight, something she's [done a few times](/2010/02/15/standing-ovation/) and something we'll be encouraging.

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 Caught in the act.


This walker's made for walking...backwards


![thumb](https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-15-standing-ovation/3.jpg)The other day, I put Nora in her little red chair. She was playing with an empty bag of wet wipes. Garbage, it turns out, makes the best toys. She _loves_ playing with an empty plastic bottle. Anyway, where was I... Oh, right. She dropped it and it went a few feet in front of her, so she _stood up!!!_ I was caught off guard, but was able to put my hand on her belly to stop her forward momentum, and she stood there for a few seconds.

What you're about to see is a reenactment of the event. The squeaky-toy sound you hear is the chair. It has a built in "reverse whoopee cushion" that makes a sound when you get up. Several times it has come in handy to notify us that the occupant has left the chair.

As of the date of this post she has yet to crawl even a millimeter. Something tells me Nora's going to skip the whole crawling stage entirely.


Standing Ovation


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Yesterday, I was informed that Nora was expected to be at daycare at 9:00 this morning, dressed all in white, and with moisturizing cream applied to her face so that her face could be painted and she could be dressed as a snowball and paraded around the streets of town. It's the annual [Carnival](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnival) parade, the time of year when Spanish kids, who have never had the Halloween costume tradition that American kids enjoy, get to dress up as various adorable things and parade around looking cute. Since I'm always a good sport about trying out traditions of my adopted country, I was there at 9:05 sharp with Nora dressed all in white, and my camera and video camera with empty memory cards and full batteries.  Upon entering the daycare, I noticed it was absolutely crawling with little kids. Nora normally attends only in the afternoon, and most kids only go in the morning, so there were many new faces. Nora preceded to freak out. Eventually the afternoon caregiver that knows Nora took her off my hands and I mentioned that I was free to stay and help out. She seemed pleased and directed me towards a room in the corner of the building. There I found a dozen or so parents standing around waiting, not talking to each other and looking about as clueless as I felt. Some were drinking some coffee that had been served. For lack of anything better to do, I served myself a plastic cup of coffee and took a cookie.

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 This woman was charged with pulling strollers one by one from the crowded stroller parking area, and matching them up with the kid they belong to. I'm still not sure how she did it.

After a few minutes the head of the daycare entered and asked if we'd remembered to put on facial cream. Many parents claimed to not have heard of this requirement, but I beamed with the pride of a student with all his homework done. To those uninformed, she handed around a tub of _Nivea_ and I watched in confusion as the parents applied the cream to their own faces, muttering under my breath how rude it was to be using cream clearly provided for use on the children for themselves. Right about then was when the white face paint and adult-sized plastic snowman costumes were brought into the room, and out of my mouth popped a profane exclamation in English.

Even though I was already wishing the heating was a little lower, we were instructed to go put on our winter coats so that we could put our plastic bag costumes on over them. It took me a while to locate Nora's stroller in the rearranged mess of about two dozen strollers; I got on my coat, and returned to find many of the parents with white faces already.

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 The grown-ups formed a more orderly queue to have their faces painted than the toddlers...barely.

One guy, who later turned out to be the designated photographer for the whole event, had a camera almost as expensive as mine, so I asked him to take some pictures of me as I got whitened.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351550574_95312c327b.jpg" alt="Because I need to be whiter"/>
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 Because I needed to be whiter.

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 I would have shaved if I'd known someone was going to be rubbing my face.

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 Don't call me Frosty!

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 Meanwhile the baby-to-stroller matching was progressing.

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 I couldn't resist a shot of the cubbyholes. Each kid has their own diapers and wet wipes and bottle.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351610172_ce7c9778f7.jpg" alt="Nora the snowball"/>
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 Nora The Snowball, waiting for nose paint. She was the last to get painted.

Finally we were told to find our kid and take them outside.

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 That was about the time it started snowing. Luckily it only lasted for about five minutes.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351625646_7630a11389.jpg" alt="Is that a snowman?"/>
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 With her carrot colored nose, cozy in her plastic stroller bubble.

Right about this time they came out with the carrot noses for the adults to wear.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351636010_be5d7fc1a8.jpg" alt="Frosty"/>
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 That's one happy snowman.

And then we were off!

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4350891421_bb29f18fa0.jpg" alt="Papa Snowman and his snowball"/>
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 Papa Snowman and his little Snowball.

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 They had an interesting solution for the kids without stroller drivers. Carpooling!

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351648554_f137e51084.jpg" alt="Buy two, get one free, at the baby store"/>
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 Looks like it was "Buy two and get the third free!" at the local baby store.

We then proceeded to walk to another daycare center, where we found a bunch of kids and their parents dressed up as Mickey and Minnie Mouse! From there we continued to a central church square where an elementary school joined in with a medieval theme to their costumes. The three united, we all walked to the center of town where loud music was blaring and we walked in a circle about five times before returning to our daycare.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351702906_2bd1b7de45.jpg" alt="Mouse Photographer"/>
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 This photographer Mickey made me smile.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351708128_4405a42670.jpg" alt="Proud Daddy Mouse"/>
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 As did this Daddy Mouse and his little mice.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351704556_451d06b508.jpg" alt="Colegio Fray Pablo"/>
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 The medieval knights and damsels sang a song (see video below).

It was around this time that Nora, who hadn't been very happy about any of the unusual events of the day, started to look like she had the flu, an effect exaggerated by her now smudged nose paint.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-12-carnival-2010-in-colindres/4351702034_4382bde4b1.jpg" alt="Pink Nose"/>
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 Not a happy snowball.

When we got home, she was burning up with a fever. She never once opened her eyes as she ate her lunch, moaning the whole time. I gave her some children's paracetamol and finally got her to take a nap. After her nap she still had a fever, but I took her to daycare anyway. Eventually she got better because she ate a large quantity at her afternoon fruit meal and no longer had a fever when she got home. It was a long and exhausting day. I suspect this parade will be considerably more fun next year when she can walk along with the rope-holding kids, and even more fun the year after that when she can anticipate the excitement.

Here's a short movie that begins with Nora getting her nose painted very much against her will. Sorry for the quick camera movement in some shots.

There are more photos than I could post [available here](http://www.flickr.com/photos/erikrasmussen/sets/72157623294589841/).


Carnival 2010 in Colindres

Myrtle Beach Classic 2010, Official Write-Up


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Last Saturday night, two participants in the [Myrtle Beach Classic 2010](/2010/02/10/myrtle-beach-classic-2010/) went out on the town for a crazy night out. Have you ever woken up after a night of drinking and discovered photos on your camera that you didn't remember taking? Or how about having a friend steal your camera from you and try to take the weirdest photos he can? Well, that's what happened last Saturday. Ryan took Jacob's camera and went a little crazy. I wasn't present, but it's fun to follow their evening from bar to bar through the photographs. Surprisingly, some of them are quite good photography, creative subjects and skilled framing.  <a href="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345448735_2580696fa1_o_d.jpg" target="_blank" class="flickr-image" title="$5.00 charge for whining">
  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345448735_826dc6562d.jpg" alt="$5.00 charge for whining"/>
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 Awwwww, man! C'mon! That's way too high!

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345449603_63dc2e2688.jpg" alt="Have a Crappie Day"/>
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 You too, buddy!

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345458607_78a8c8c454.jpg" alt="Lemons"/>
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 Apparently there was one point during the night when Ryan, after befriending the bar owner, was behind a bar pouring shots.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345463687_e932b946f6.jpg" alt="Drinking age"/>
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 Sheesh! Soon babies born in the 90's will be hitting the bars.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345485047_b4d36ca57b.jpg" alt="Cigarette"/>
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 It's actually quite perfect that this photo is so blurry. What were they doing with this guy and why did he need a life preserver??

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345519869_a5b00a9d9e.jpg" alt="Sexy Hydrant"/>
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 Does this fire hydrant have eyes and eye lashes?

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 The camera thief seems unremorseful.

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 I'm sure that's just tobacco.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4345551655_87a416eb53.jpg" alt="Piggy"/>
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 They met some really attractive women.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-11-jacob-and-ryans-photographic-adventure/4346295298_a88b515bb2.jpg" alt="Nice 'stache"/>
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 Nice 'stache!

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 Alrighty then. There was a predominant display of fingers across the whole photo set.

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 Excellent perspective.

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 Looks like you guys really had a ball!

The full set of photos, all 126 of them, is [available for your perusal here](http://www.flickr.com/photos/erikrasmussen/sets/72157623399174754/).


Jacob and Ryan's Photographic Adventure


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I wasn't going to go on my annual golf outing this year for parenting reasons, mainly because I couldn't leave Marga alone with the little primate beast for a full week. But then, at the last minute, my mother-in-law got sick; just the right amount of sick that she got time off work and was able to care for Nora. After double checking with my work and The Committee that hosts the event, I decided at the very last minute (16 hours before the flight) to go. Let me just say that it's true [what the psychologists say](/2006/12/22/the-secret-to-happiness/): _Decision is the secret to unhappiness._ There's nothing like making a major decision (and this was only a week's vacation, not moving to another country or anything) to make one miserable. However, once the decision was made, I immediately began to enjoy the trip. I was naively surprised to discover that me dumping Nora off on my in-laws was more of a favor than a burden. They were elated!  This year we stayed at a cool beach house, right on the beach. More on that later. While I took a few photos, this year I was hugely benefited by using my card reader to borrow photos taken by the other two active photographers of the group, Jacob Pittman and Danny Scott, to whom I owe most of the credit for the following photos.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-10-myrtle-beach-classic-2010/4345655305_35c4e8a704.jpg" alt="Golf Scene"/>
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 A gorgeous golf scene. Spending time outdoors is one of the biggest attractions of golf to me.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-10-myrtle-beach-classic-2010/4346427618_75a587e773.jpg" alt="Jon shoots over water"/>
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 Jon Smedley, probably the best golfer of the group, lines up a drive on a par three.

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 Ryan Meador plays a little acoustic guitar. Jacob was experimenting with a black and white feature on his camera.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-10-myrtle-beach-classic-2010/4346450722_cef80f267e.jpg" alt="Harps"/>
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 Blues harp and a jaw harp.

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 Jeff and Erik play some sheet music.

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 Phil, Clint, and Erik strum while Paul sings the blues.

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 A great portrait Jacob took of a close friend, Dennis Schrantz.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-10-myrtle-beach-classic-2010/4346481282_7d57329371.jpg" alt="My personal guitar hero"/>
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 Phil Shirley, my personal guitar hero, can not only pick some mean blues, but looks good doing it!

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 My godfather, Tom, though a non-golfer, went as the official cook and put out an amazing spread of food every day.

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 Keith with a perfect backswing and a great smile.

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  <img src="https://d1js6qm6cshi0v.cloudfront.net/oldblog/2010-02-10-myrtle-beach-classic-2010/4346317765_60b406d03a.jpg" alt="Steve and Jacob"/>
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 Jacob and Steve.

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 My friend Jacob and me. We've known each other for 28 years.

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 For the first time ever this year, the Myrtle Beach Classic coincided with another annual test of athletic ability, the Super Bowl. I think we all enjoyed having such good friends for a Super Bowl party.

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 I went with my good friend, Jeff Fitzgerald, to buy a bottle of Old Fitzgerald bourbon to commemorate the death of his father in December of last year.

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 John White took first place in the Second Flight.

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 Jacob played some outstanding golf this year and took first place in the First Flight.

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 I had the honor of playing with, and coming in second to, Steve Hemphill in the Championship Flight.

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 I love all these guys, and I'm very glad that I was able to attend at the last minute this year.

All the photographs I have, 98 in total, are [available on Flickr](http://www.flickr.com/photos/erikrasmussen/sets/72157623275377793/).


12 posts from February, 2010