<?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-8533543243689042224</id><updated>2011-05-04T04:35:35.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my nastiest things...</title><subtitle type='html'>No attempt at being artistic.  No cute kid photos.   No feel-good stories.
Just  life – with a focus on the gross and disgusting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533543243689042224.post-5711869262361551486</id><published>2008-08-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:04:17.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpster Diving - Kid Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;We had just dropped off our recycling (which netted $8.00) and headed across the street to wash the car after a week of camping at the beach. Still thinking of the $8.00, the boys started to look for empty water bottles and cans. After a few minutes Lisa and I look over to see this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230751712311542770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SJdc9_iYg_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LgLeb30EPas/s320/IMG_3806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;After collecting a whole bag of bottles, Jack got in the car and said with disgust, “SOMEONE is just throwing away money!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SJdc-UCjpKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GRKGAwH00tU/s1600-h/IMG_3808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230751717815198882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SJdc-UCjpKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GRKGAwH00tU/s320/IMG_3808.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;At the very least I know they will make successful homeless men someday.&lt;/span&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/8533543243689042224-5711869262361551486?l=jpbray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/5711869262361551486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533543243689042224&amp;postID=5711869262361551486' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/5711869262361551486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/5711869262361551486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/2008/08/dumpster-diving-kid-style.html' title='Dumpster Diving - Kid Style'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SJdc9_iYg_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LgLeb30EPas/s72-c/IMG_3806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533543243689042224.post-8144190232738154306</id><published>2008-07-19T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:04:17.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning The Hard Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;If I had a dollar for every time I told the kids not to run around the pool…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;As you can see from the photos, Scott doesn’t listen. He slipped and landed on his front tooth. Blood was everywhere. The tooth got pushed back and twisted sideways. It was pretty messed up. It hurt for long enough that later that night he decided to take matters into his own hands while I was at a meeting. He and his brother cooked up a brilliant plan to remove the tooth. Scott bit down hard on one end of a ½ inch diameter rope (with the bad tooth) and Jack held the other end and took off running. When the slack in the rope disappeared, so did the tooth. Tooth gone – pain gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224774000174957506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIIgRWggA8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ltDhlPziii4/s320/IMG_3477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224778086369133618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIIj_MxHBDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xDQOe-lQkAI/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Removal tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224774006774370226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIIgRvF7D7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/3M4EtCkDV_Y/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;All Better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry this one is out of focus.  Emmie took this picture as I was gone during the removal and missed all the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533543243689042224-8144190232738154306?l=jpbray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/8144190232738154306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533543243689042224&amp;postID=8144190232738154306' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/8144190232738154306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/8144190232738154306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-hard-way.html' title='Learning The Hard Way'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIIgRWggA8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ltDhlPziii4/s72-c/IMG_3477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533543243689042224.post-2407695716879624631</id><published>2008-07-18T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:04:18.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Housekeeping is Fake Cleaning Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay. We all know about the comforters. We’ve seen the undercover video of maids pretending to clean your room before you check in. But for me it’s an “out of sight – out of mind” thing. If I don’t see the problem, it must not exist. This time the problem wasn’t out of sight. The floor of the bathroom had a plentiful collection of a previous guest’s hair. This is really sick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224375081962705506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIC1dQXKEmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-5vy1iFYK9s/s320/IMG_3404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533543243689042224-2407695716879624631?l=jpbray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/2407695716879624631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533543243689042224&amp;postID=2407695716879624631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/2407695716879624631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/2407695716879624631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/2008/07/housekeeping-is-fake-cleaning-again.html' title='Hotel Housekeeping is Fake Cleaning Again'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIC1dQXKEmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-5vy1iFYK9s/s72-c/IMG_3404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533543243689042224.post-3611253818301822807</id><published>2008-07-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:04:18.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Veggies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Good parents teach their children to eat vegetables so they can grow up to be strong and healthy, right? Well, it’s not such a good idea when having a backyard picnic at a friend’s house. After forcing down one bite of grilled zucchini from the vegetable kabobs, Jack’s gag reflex was too much to control. He gave back the zucchini, along with the chicken, bread, grapes, etc. We are such great dinner guests!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222178277697857378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SHjneavxJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XvQis90r8Pk/s320/IMG_3324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;One last gross tidbit:&lt;br /&gt;After putting the camera away and before I could do anything about the barf, the family dog licked up every last bit of it. I am learning that I need to keep the camera with me every moment of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533543243689042224-3611253818301822807?l=jpbray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/3611253818301822807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533543243689042224&amp;postID=3611253818301822807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/3611253818301822807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/3611253818301822807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/2008/07/eat-your-vegies.html' title='Eat Your Veggies!!!'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SHjneavxJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XvQis90r8Pk/s72-c/IMG_3324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533543243689042224.post-6571538889568361022</id><published>2008-07-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:04:18.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;We went to the beach this week. We were enjoying the scenery, but after about two hours this became my view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220084637239386914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SHF3UgQgoyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KgRbZsdeyCk/s320/HPIM0498A.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In case you didn't get enough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220080821893837378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SHFz2a_PskI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jqGMOrwPWGM/s320/HPIM0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Photos by Riley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On the bright side, someday the tatoo will be covered by the thong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533543243689042224-6571538889568361022?l=jpbray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/6571538889568361022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533543243689042224&amp;postID=6571538889568361022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/6571538889568361022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/6571538889568361022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SHF3UgQgoyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KgRbZsdeyCk/s72-c/HPIM0498A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533543243689042224.post-2705293605525905068</id><published>2008-06-30T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:04:18.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GROSS YELLOW CUP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;A yellow cup. “What,” you might ask, “could be gross and disgusting about a yellow cup?” Let me share. I was informed last night that one of the kids, who shall remain nameless for obvious reasons, decided it would be a funny prank to pee in the cup while in the shower in hopes that a sibling might dump it on them self when showering next. There you have it. Even a simple yellow cup can be thoroughly sick around here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217747586299300818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGkpyPEFi9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/cF9OqPVWP_I/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533543243689042224-2705293605525905068?l=jpbray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/2705293605525905068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533543243689042224&amp;postID=2705293605525905068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/2705293605525905068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/2705293605525905068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/2008/06/yellow-cup.html' title='THE GROSS YELLOW CUP'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGkpyPEFi9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/cF9OqPVWP_I/s72-c/IMG_3188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533543243689042224.post-3741444098353713782</id><published>2008-06-26T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:04:19.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRESH ROAD KILL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;This morning on the way home from piano lessons we drove past (or should I say over) this sad little creature. As is customary for our family, we promptly got on the bikes and scooters to go back for a close-up view. We had to hurry in fear that some poor city worker would beat us to the still warm carcass. Never let it be said that a child’s prayers are not answered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGQWkeLt7UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mfOmCmnm8eU/s1600-h/IMG_3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216319084235189570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGQWkeLt7UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mfOmCmnm8eU/s320/IMG_3107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGQWk4UDJEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pGppYiOW548/s1600-h/IMG_3109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216319091249456194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="332" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGQWk4UDJEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pGppYiOW548/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216319779935417058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGQXM93k8uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k7aYXoGBTmk/s320/IMG_3108.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As we turned to leave the possum, Jack borrowed his parting words from Chris Farley.&lt;br /&gt;"That…was…AWESOME!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533543243689042224-3741444098353713782?l=jpbray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/feeds/3741444098353713782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8533543243689042224&amp;postID=3741444098353713782' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/3741444098353713782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533543243689042224/posts/default/3741444098353713782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbray.blogspot.com/2008/06/fresh-road-kill.html' title='FRESH ROAD KILL!!!'/><author><name>John (Lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348509328220188089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SIF81rt50hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tpu1eTINx9Q/S220/bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvFAACXNgk8/SGQWkeLt7UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mfOmCmnm8eU/s72-c/IMG_3107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
