<?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-3418492233424416084</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:09:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tanuller's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-614586560052581516</id><published>2009-02-23T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:30:10.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark blue skies, with white clouds above, like white chalk....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SaMGE2a06vI/AAAAAAAAACY/gbZYC3_zZ78/s1600-h/DCP_3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SaMGE2a06vI/AAAAAAAAACY/gbZYC3_zZ78/s320/DCP_3337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306091466369854194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue sky makes the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look cool blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;White clouds makes the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look like blue chalk board with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spec of white chalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;River is brown from the side of the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks like tundra tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow is bright &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks like cool whip on tundra tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this made the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look like spring with warm air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418492233424416084-614586560052581516?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/614586560052581516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=614586560052581516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/614586560052581516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/614586560052581516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2009/02/dark-blue-skies-with-white-clouds-above.html' title='Dark blue skies, with white clouds above, like white chalk....'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SaMGE2a06vI/AAAAAAAAACY/gbZYC3_zZ78/s72-c/DCP_3337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-8514418257089665154</id><published>2008-11-20T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:38:09.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to see A Friend for the Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSXDjU4qzbI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTaR0xpKeVY/s1600-h/PIC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSXDjU4qzbI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTaR0xpKeVY/s320/PIC00008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270833950576266674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a journey I took to go see my best friend from grade school all the way to high school. Her name was Mary Charles. She was my cheerleading and basketball component. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can recall her as a cheerleader and how we use to compete with each other. There were more then 11 teams at times or whenever teams can make it to the wrestling tournaments. The line ups were in alphabetical order. The teams use to go in the gym in orderly way. So, we were either next to each other or across from each other. The cheerleaders use to sit along the mat. We use to cheer for our team wrestlers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then compete each other for first, second, and third place cheerleading. We also tried to get the sportsman ship trophy too. This was judged by how the team acted, helped, and worked with other teams as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary use to tell her cheerleading team to sit straight and always look at the judges and be loud. She was a team leader and a good one too. I have a picture of them when we went to one of the villages and it was during Febuary 14, Valentine's day. The back ground had Valentine's day on the wall and the picture was black and white. I still have that picture at home along with my team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our basketball tournaments. We use to play each others teams. She was a good basketball player too. She was the leader as well. She use to encourage her team to be calm, do their best, and try to win the game. One year we were competing for a championship and they won. We came in second place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not know that she was my classmate. She graduated the same year I did, 1986. The obituary gave me good memories of her. The spirit comes with-in her love and the love for her surroundings, and especially the family. Reading her obituary reminds her of me. How much we both love children, helping out on our siblings, helping others , and give love for all people around them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is very true that she greeted any one with a hug , a smile or a comment. We will truly miss her but she will be alive in our hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418492233424416084-8514418257089665154?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/8514418257089665154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=8514418257089665154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/8514418257089665154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/8514418257089665154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-to-see-friend-for-last-time.html' title='Journey to see A Friend for the Last Time'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSXDjU4qzbI/AAAAAAAAACA/BTaR0xpKeVY/s72-c/PIC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-4836320420985273652</id><published>2008-11-17T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:08:36.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun at Recess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSH22bBcSrI/AAAAAAAAABg/zJ-JW7X9L-w/s1600-h/PIC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSH22bBcSrI/AAAAAAAAABg/zJ-JW7X9L-w/s320/PIC00063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764453827365554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken last year during our recess break with the primary students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The primary students from the front are: Irene, Raeanne, Jeffery, Boff, Andrea, Bethany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevor, and way at the end is Colin. I had them standing on top of the plowed road &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the side of the snow cliff. I really enjoyed taking pictures of the students whenever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took them out for recess. I have many more pictures that I keep because its fun to take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures of them. These are memorable pictures that are to keeps because we don't see that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;often with our students. I hardly see pictures of the students, so I try to take them whenever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can. I hope you enjoy my pictures as I post them for all to see. This is all for now, if you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have cameras at home, keep taking pictures because pictures surely tell stories of what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we do in life. If you get children of your own, take pictures because you get to see how much they have grown. You have to capture those moments when they are young children. So, take out your camera and take snapshots that will keep memories alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418492233424416084-4836320420985273652?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/4836320420985273652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=4836320420985273652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/4836320420985273652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/4836320420985273652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2008/11/having-fun-at-recess.html' title='Having Fun at Recess'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSH22bBcSrI/AAAAAAAAABg/zJ-JW7X9L-w/s72-c/PIC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-5433038610971048819</id><published>2008-11-14T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:45:09.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SR3eXW6IpfI/AAAAAAAAABY/4KvdTKrQeqQ/s1600-h/PIC00004_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SR3eXW6IpfI/AAAAAAAAABY/4KvdTKrQeqQ/s320/PIC00004_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268611631961122290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when I was fishing at the river one day. I wanted to see if I can get a picture of the moon and the clouds around it. Well, it looks good to me. I wish I had a very nice camera to take pictures at night, I would take pictures all the time or every time I go fishing. This reminds me of halloween night. When I saw the moon, I recalled the song the primary students sang. It goes like this: The man in the moon came down too soon and ask for his way to Norwich, He by the south and burnt his mouth with eating cold plumage porridge. The students really like this song. So, this is a nice picture that shows the moon light one day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418492233424416084-5433038610971048819?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/5433038610971048819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=5433038610971048819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/5433038610971048819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/5433038610971048819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2008/11/moon-light.html' title='Moon Light'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SR3eXW6IpfI/AAAAAAAAABY/4KvdTKrQeqQ/s72-c/PIC00004_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-3301552248421887916</id><published>2008-11-12T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:08:13.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SRs9B3HPnOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/erUBI3drgKA/s320/IMG_2852.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871291323423970" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We have been marriaged for 21 years. We have been together for more than that, since 1984. He has been my friend, boyfriend, and now, my husband. Through our years we had ups and downs, like we expected to happen. I have grown to love him even more and with that, we have six children. I love children so much, lol he blames me for the other four of our children. He said he only wanted two kids. He shall have those two kids, but the rest is mine...lol Lately we have been at each other throats. I have always felt that one person is trying to take us apart. The more I see him teasing her, looking at her, flirting with her, and he wanted to keep doing this to her. I told him that the more he does this to her, the more they will fall for each other, they will start having an affair because it can happen. He may say that it will not, but he doesn't know that. I had to put my foot down and told him that he has to stop. The more I see her around him and trying to be around him, being in front of him and trying to get attention from him, he is going to give in and might end up with her. I know this maybe non-since, but its real. The more I see it happen , the more I want to give up and go. Leave for good and never appear again. I thought of it so many times. But the love for him keeps me alive, our children keeps me alive, and other relatives, without their support I don't know what could have happened. I wanted to let my expressions out of my mind, my soul,  and my body because it was getting hard to keep inside. I wish life was easy, but its really not and we have to keep on going no matter what problems we run into or other things that may bother us. I have learned that being tested is hard. But with the help of my family, friends, and others, I will keep this marriage, for he is my love, my friend, and my soul mate till death to us part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418492233424416084-3301552248421887916?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/3301552248421887916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=3301552248421887916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/3301552248421887916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/3301552248421887916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2008/11/troubles-in-air.html' title='Troubles in the Air'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SRs9B3HPnOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/erUBI3drgKA/s72-c/IMG_2852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-7350264471984342833</id><published>2008-10-27T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:13:45.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Night Comes to an End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SQYO14r0RvI/AAAAAAAAABI/GGg80HCcAWs/s1600-h/PIC00016_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SQYO14r0RvI/AAAAAAAAABI/GGg80HCcAWs/s320/PIC00016_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261909533541025522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cool&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the night&lt;br /&gt;Fish for what I love to eat&lt;br /&gt;Fish for lush&lt;br /&gt;Fish until I get shivering cold&lt;br /&gt;Fish until we see the sunset turn to cool blue night&lt;br /&gt;Fish until the night turns to dark&lt;br /&gt;with starts lingering and sparkling at night&lt;br /&gt;Fish on the ice with tracks of different types of animals that lurk at night&lt;br /&gt;Fish for that is the time of the year&lt;br /&gt;Fish Fish Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This was taken yesterday. I was fishing on the&lt;br /&gt;Kuskokwim side of the river. I love the sunset&lt;br /&gt;and had to take this picture before my camera&lt;br /&gt;ran out of battery. Good thing I did because&lt;br /&gt;after taking couple of pictures, my camera ran&lt;br /&gt;out of battery. I love this because loving to fish&lt;br /&gt;at night for lush and fishing with friends or&lt;br /&gt;famly is alot of fun. This day, I was fishin alone&lt;br /&gt;and I felt lonely on the ice with no one to talk&lt;br /&gt;too. I had lots of nibbles but the lush fish kept&lt;br /&gt;taking my bait away. But, enjoying the weather&lt;br /&gt;and the night seens makes the whole fishing night&lt;br /&gt;to remember with no fish or not. Just the fresh&lt;br /&gt;cool air makes the night so wonderful. The cool&lt;br /&gt;thing about it is seeing the lights around me,&lt;br /&gt;the planes that travel a far a distance to its&lt;br /&gt;destination, Alaska Air coming for the last trip&lt;br /&gt;of the day to Bethel, the people that roam at&lt;br /&gt;night wanting to go here to there, people that&lt;br /&gt;love to fish the night, and see the last night of&lt;br /&gt;the day is memorable for another day comes&lt;br /&gt;and goes....This is my way of spending the evening&lt;br /&gt;out fishing for Lush and just be out there. The&lt;br /&gt;scary part of it all is, people that try to roam&lt;br /&gt;secretly travel by snow machines or by walking&lt;br /&gt;and surely happened that day.  So, my day got cut&lt;br /&gt;short. I went home early because of those roamers..lol&lt;br /&gt;They should have stayed home but we can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;about that because they are roamers of the night..&lt;br /&gt;Till the next day.....Fish Fish Fish again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3418492233424416084-7350264471984342833?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/7350264471984342833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=7350264471984342833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/7350264471984342833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/7350264471984342833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-fish-in-night-fish-for-what-i-love.html' title='The Blue Night Comes to an End'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SQYO14r0RvI/AAAAAAAAABI/GGg80HCcAWs/s72-c/PIC00016_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-8985048433515434128</id><published>2008-10-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:14:12.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SPT7QqR2CaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wsD1Y_2xp4I/s1600-h/IMG_7238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SPT7QqR2CaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wsD1Y_2xp4I/s320/IMG_7238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257102928693823906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken last year. Its that time of the year, where we can't travel on the river because we are isolated from traveling any where on the river. This is what we call, " A bumper."There are so many wishes we all have when its like this: wish we had an airport, wish we had a road to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;, wish the weather would stay cold for three full cold days, so that we can travel on the back trail on a snow machine. I can recall those moments when I worked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;. I tell you, its the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scariest&lt;/span&gt; moments ever...But having to be the only girl in my family, it was not that bad. I grew up with two boys and just me. I hope you all enjoy my picture. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418492233424416084-8985048433515434128?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/8985048433515434128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=8985048433515434128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/8985048433515434128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/8985048433515434128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-was-taken-last-year.html' title=''/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SPT7QqR2CaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wsD1Y_2xp4I/s72-c/IMG_7238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418492233424416084.post-3932333555200542329</id><published>2008-07-05T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:06:12.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset of the midnight, at the tundra of Alaska.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SHAQYb6YBcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xrt2dKOpL28/s1600-h/Picture+547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219689980117910978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SHAQYb6YBcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xrt2dKOpL28/s320/Picture+547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken at my grandmother's camping site at the tundra. We go there whenever we can to enjoy the out doors with families. This year for the first time, my son, Andrew took me egg hunting at my late grandmother's land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncle, Ignati and wife, Marie, and her two grand kids, my late mother's brother, sisters and cousin went too. This really brought back good memories of my childhood memories. I have noticed though, that some of the lands are eroding and disappearing, but the camp site is still standing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken at sunset near that camp site. The reflection of the sunsetting on the lake, it reminded me of a cross pendant. I will not forget the days we have spent together like we use to in the past. I thank my son for taking us and bring us back safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418492233424416084-3932333555200542329?l=tanuller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/feeds/3932333555200542329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418492233424416084&amp;postID=3932333555200542329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/3932333555200542329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418492233424416084/posts/default/3932333555200542329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanuller.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunset-of-midnight-at-tundra-of-alaska.html' title='Sunset of the midnight, at the tundra of Alaska.'/><author><name>tanuller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17050428003774802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SSR6_QlgLNI/AAAAAAAAABo/aCpu7hKM-rY/S220/PIC00003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJFcuGcT12g/SHAQYb6YBcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xrt2dKOpL28/s72-c/Picture+547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
