tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331839702024-03-07T21:55:36.882-08:00Read it and weep....or notkarawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-47915439507008116732009-07-07T20:12:00.001-07:002009-07-07T20:45:11.873-07:00Redwing;I had the epiphany as I was pacing back and forth in front of the living room window, watching the current weather patterns. It was at that moment that I realized: I am becoming one of them. I had missed the warning signs in the things that have subconsciously slipped into my daily routine the last few days. Now that I look back on my time here in Redwing, I can see just how this slow yet steady transformation took place.<br /><br />First of all, before I get into the details of this process, let me just recognize that the mere suggestion of moving into a retirement complex for two weeks should have been enough to make me say, "Oh, I better get some young fun in this weekend before I leave my Seventeen magazines (not that I have any anyways) and chick flicks (not that I watch them a whole lot) and the strapping young men (not that I see any on a regular basis) back at home." But no, I had no concerns at all.<br /><br />I should have known, however, when I started talking to Nicky like he actually was one of my cousins. And as if that wasn't enough, I knew his walking route backward and forward. I could do it with my eyes closed by Sunday. I knew all of the stops at the third bench on the left, that last telephone pole on the right, and the bridge barrier on the way home, in addition to the few grassy patches that were just perfect for rolling around on. Heck, by the third day, I even knew all of Nicky's neighborhood friends: Coby, Charlie, Spot, Mabel, and Buddy. I knew their walking times too.<br /><br />In case you were really curious, this is what my day looks like. After breakfast (consisting of fruit loops, orange juice, and a cup of tea) I do a little reading. I picked up a few Chicken Soup books from the thrift store because I used to love reading those cute little anecdotes that would make you laugh and cry at the same time (but of course I never cried). Next we got our exercise done: golf on the Wii - Grandad vs. me before Granny plays the winner. Lunch is followed by an Irish movie or two (and a cup of tea).<br /><br />Don't get me wrong; I love Ireland, and I actually find these movies rather interesting, but they're not your typical-teenager past-time. Uncle Dan has been coming over for dinner, which provides a few good laughs around the table before yet another cup of tea. Granny hands me my Sudoku puzzle from the newspaper at eight o'clock while she does the Cryptogram and Grandad watches the weather channel to see if his predictions match up with the weatherman's. After my eighth cup of tea for the day and some good conversation, we hit the sack.<br /><br />To some it may seem odd that I haven't been outside of the retirment complex for four days, or that I've taken up knitting at seventeen to pass the time of day, or that I haven't watched television in a week because I've been too busy watching movies like "The Quiet Man" (1952) and "Angel in My Pocket" (1969), but it's not bad. Sure, it may not seem normal when you look at the facts, but if you knew me, you'd know I am having the time of my life.<br /><br />Seventeen magazines can't tell you how to raise a wonderful family and keep a good home. Chick flicks aren't as good as hearing the story about how your grandparents fell in love. And strapping young men will always be around, but Granny & Grandad might not. Nothing can replace the time I am having this week.<br /><br />Today, Grandad and I went for a bike ride along the channel this afternoon. And Granny and I exchanged a skill for a skill; I taught her how to play cards and she taught me how to knit. Tomorrow I am hoping to learn how to paint. I am reading more than ever, but none of the books I am reading compare to listening to the stories of my grandparents lives.<br /><br />xokarawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-45728570828168249562009-01-27T18:34:00.000-08:002009-01-27T18:43:57.649-08:00wanna cupcake?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/SX_GD5Q6QSI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FaKfixl5RUM/s1600-h/Photo+418.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/SX_GD5Q6QSI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FaKfixl5RUM/s200/Photo+418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296169457024647458" border="0" /></a><br />"Do you know," Peter asked "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories." _JM Barrie<br /><br />Everybody has their own story, and every story is worth being heard. So go on and tell me yours. I'm listening....karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-57783713498137748152008-12-09T21:42:00.000-08:002008-12-09T21:55:57.268-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/ST9Z5zBAm7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Nj7b3DMAM00/s1600-h/agnestrudy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/ST9Z5zBAm7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Nj7b3DMAM00/s320/agnestrudy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278036137783368626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >i could feel it in my bones</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >when i was told</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >we were going for a ride</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >down woodland drive</span></div> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >i almost fell asleep</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >watching the rows of trees</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >until we ran out of lines</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >on woodland drive</span></div> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >i wish this would never end</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >just keep going round the bend</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >keep this memory alive</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >down on woodland drive</span></div> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >i will always remember</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >waiting forever</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >by your chevy that died</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >on woodland drive</span></div> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >i'll never forget</span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">the road was so wet<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">you were the love of my life<br /></span></div> <span style="font-size:100%;">but i lost you on woodland drive<br /></span>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-48598153467631250272008-11-29T11:20:00.000-08:002008-11-29T12:23:51.642-08:00quote me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/STGkx5a9KbI/AAAAAAAAA28/fIdzdjAVq4s/s1600-h/mosaic9212732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/STGkx5a9KbI/AAAAAAAAA28/fIdzdjAVq4s/s320/mosaic9212732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274177815761988018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >While I was writing my little grad thing for the yearbook, I found some really stellar quotes. Here are a few of my favourites...<br /><br />We make a living by what we get, but we make a life from what we give. {Winston Churchill}<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live. {Anonymous}<br /><br />It's </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >easy to make a buck, but it’s a lot tougher to make a difference. {Tom Brokaw}</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />Life isn’t measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. {Anonymous}<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:0;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because his conscience tells him it is right... {Martin Luther}</span><br /></span>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-9407441986584764382008-11-12T15:46:00.000-08:002008-11-12T16:11:35.796-08:00♥ ireland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/SRtwbMX4QWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/bT2LC4Vrt6U/s1600-h/n1133022840_74733_1299.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/SRtwbMX4QWI/AAAAAAAAA1k/bT2LC4Vrt6U/s320/n1133022840_74733_1299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267927801620087138" border="0" /></a><br /><b>Round-trip flight to Ireland:</b> $1,502<br /><br /><b>Room & board at Aunt Vera's for the summer:</b> $200<br /><br /><b>Taking a bus from Belfast to Enniskillen:</b> $53<br /><br /><b>Discovering your family heritage, seeing the world, and having a good time while you're at it:</b> Priceless<br /><br />If only I happened to have a Visa card with $2,000 on it...$3,000 wouldn't hurt either. haha.<br /><br />But maybe it'll happen in a few years, God willing.karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-39364109520918053502008-11-01T22:27:00.000-07:002008-11-01T22:37:36.231-07:00bee yourself.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/SQ08hlohqKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zB4ZFCRoC1g/s1600-h/n1133022840_85958_4678.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnOM530malo/SQ08hlohqKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zB4ZFCRoC1g/s320/n1133022840_85958_4678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263930087201417378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;">Halloween is the one day of the year that you are allowed to be someone that you're not. Or maybe it's the one day of the year when you are allowed to be yourself without others judging you. Either way, it's a great excuse for a party.<br /><br />"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." _Oscar Wilde, <i>De Profundis</i>, 1905<br /><br />True true.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;">"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." _Oscar Wilde</span><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"><br /><br />But my favourite of all.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;">"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." _Dr. Seuss</span>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-73965704164131471952008-10-28T19:13:00.001-07:002008-11-01T22:38:12.158-07:00high school.Oh the drama, oh the parties, oh the hype! It sounds fun, at times, but then again it also sounds kind of exhausting. haha. So good to see J & K & N again, and to be a part of it all again, just for a minute. But I'll never be able to reminisce about the grad prank we pulled, or the ultimate sweet sixteen that so and so threw, or the time we got that clueless Social Studies substitute teacher. Oh well. There are more exciting things in life, like traveling the world and working at the food bank and graduating early!<br /><br />I saw HSM 3 on Friday. AHAHAH. But it was actually pretty good, maybe even better than the first = O !!! I also saw FIREPROOF! It was amazing, even though it was really cheesy. It was refreshing to see a movie that actually had meaning, plot, conflict, and importance. I really liked it. How could I not, especially with Kirk Cameron in it!?karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-80925237263235211192008-10-20T19:57:00.000-07:002008-10-20T20:01:10.163-07:00backcome?Or comeback? <div>I think it's true, I think it's coming back. </div><div>So here's my first back-come post.<div><br /></div></div>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-92091318331764539402008-07-31T15:18:00.000-07:002008-07-31T15:39:28.929-07:00purple.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SJI92C8hQfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/wHzTnUL11eE/s1600-h/IMGP9909.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SJI92C8hQfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/wHzTnUL11eE/s320/IMGP9909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229310116043506162" border="0" /></a><br />And you were dead in the trespasses and sins <span class="verse-num" id="v49002002-1"></span>in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience — <span class="verse-num" id="v49002003-1"></span>among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body<span class="footnote"> </span>and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind. <span class="verse-num" id="v49002004-1"></span>But<span class="footnote"> </span>God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us,<span class="verse-num" id="v49002005-1"> </span>even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved — <span class="verse-num" id="v49002006-1"></span>and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, <span class="verse-num" id="v49002007-1"></span>so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.<span class="verse-num" id="v49002008-1"> </span>For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God,<span class="verse-num" id="v49002009-1"> </span>not a result of works, so that no one may boast. <span class="verse-num" id="v49002010-1"></span>For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. {Ephesians 2}<br /><br />I always have to remind myself of this passage. I have to remember that I was dead in my sins, but our loving, merciful, and gracious God saved little old undeserving me. Doesn't that make you think about things a bit differently?<br /><br />We got home from camp last week, and oh boy. It was so much fun, but I think I actually did learn some things too. It was sad though because it's like the week didn't even start till Thursday, and then we left early Saturday morning. Oh well, I am really looking forward to next year. But our family is so spontaneous who knows what we'll be doing.karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-74583739460782725972008-06-18T23:53:00.001-07:002008-06-19T00:02:29.385-07:00touch your nose.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SFoDWSkpfJI/AAAAAAAAAls/7yU7sKvH9VQ/s1600-h/celebration+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SFoDWSkpfJI/AAAAAAAAAls/7yU7sKvH9VQ/s320/celebration+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213483200112327826" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karadarling">Wiggle </a>your toes, why not. Be <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karadarling">silly</a>. Because <span class="sqq">“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” {Dr. Seuss}. And you know what? Live your <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karadarling">life</a>. I know it sounds so ridiculously ridiculous and simply simple, but it's profound. In the span of all eternity, our lives are just a snippet, a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karadarling">raindrop</a>, a snowflake, a sun ray, a mountain top, a grain of sand, a falling leaf, a passing car, a wheel going round. So make the most of it.<br /><br />By the way, if you've seen Summer around, please tell her to come visit me. I miss her. She's due in a couple of days and I'm worried about her. Just pass on the message if you get the chance, thanks. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karadarling">Oh</a>, and ask her to make this one real <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karadarling">special</a>. <3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SFoD9pFLlKI/AAAAAAAAAl0/yDhH0BbY7cI/s1600-h/IMGP9031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SFoD9pFLlKI/AAAAAAAAAl0/yDhH0BbY7cI/s320/IMGP9031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213483876169258146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">www.flickr.com/photos/karadarling<br /></div>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-70480569684175324502008-06-10T14:56:00.001-07:002008-06-10T15:41:33.803-07:00when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SE8CYNiL_nI/AAAAAAAAAlk/guBWhqOW7XY/s1600-h/mattkara.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SE8CYNiL_nI/AAAAAAAAAlk/guBWhqOW7XY/s320/mattkara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210385908864122482" /></a><br /><div> </div>Actually, I prefer the saying, "When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and then everyone will wonder how you did it." ...But for the moment I think the one in the title is more suitable.<div><br /><div><div>God sure works in mysterious ways, and even when I have no idea what He's doing I am so happy that I can trust in Him because His plan is perfect and good. I got baptized this last weekend, and it was just an amazing weekend all around, for the most part. I met someone named Zin, who is an atheist and really needs Jesus, just like we all do. We got to talking and I invited him to youth group, totally not expecting him to come. Sure enough though he showed up, and he came to church on Sunday! I am praying that God is working in his heart.</div><div>It's been crazy the last couple of days, and that's all I have to say about that {Forrest Gump said that too}.<div><br /><div>Sigur Ros is coming out with a new album this month and it's beautiful. I listened to it this morning online and I love it, all of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you enjoyed this insanely random sane post, for all you random people that accidentally happen to come across my blog and wish you never had, but I thank you for the 0.3 seconds that you stay on it before realizing that this is not your friend's blog about how to actually make orange juice from lemons.</div><div>Cheerio.</div></div></div></div></div>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-58145008052644933012008-06-01T17:35:00.000-07:002008-06-01T17:38:04.692-07:00watch yo back.<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/odC8Me-XX3E&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/odC8Me-XX3E&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Look out OK Go........karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-29019382368784855502008-05-25T22:03:00.000-07:002008-05-25T22:10:56.758-07:00GANGSTA!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SDpGR_sqCHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dJVpPIZfTco/s1600-h/DSCN0525.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SDpGR_sqCHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dJVpPIZfTco/s320/DSCN0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204549594350487666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SDpGSfsqCJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_1DEExdqkoU/s1600-h/DSCN0499.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SDpGSfsqCJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_1DEExdqkoU/s320/DSCN0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204549602940422290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > When you try your best, but you don't succeed<br />When you get what you want, but not what you need<br />When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep<br />Stuck in reverse<br /><br />And the tears come streaming down your face<br />When you lose something you can't replace<br />When you love someone, but it goes to waste<br />Could it be worse?<br /><br />Lights will guide you home<br />And ignite your bones<br />And I will try to fix you<br /><br />And high up above or down below<br />When you're too in love to let it go<br />But if you never try you'll never know<br />Just what you're worth<br /><br />Lights will guide you home<br />And ignite your bones<br />And I will try to fix you</span>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-21479817009268274072008-05-05T14:14:00.000-07:002008-05-06T21:22:06.035-07:00do hard things.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SCEtzXojfgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jVRA5KkHj3o/s1600-h/IMGP7263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SCEtzXojfgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jVRA5KkHj3o/s320/IMGP7263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197485805502955010" border="0" /></a><br />Great weekend, so much fun, so inspiring to hear the speakers talk about going above and beyond expectations of teenagers today. I was really challenged to come home and do a hard thing, and I am looking forward to making a difference more often. I learned about life and about myself. And I loved hanging out with everyone, eh babay! Good times...<br /><br />Anyways, I heard this song on the way home from Oregon and I really liked it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Praise You in the Storm - Casting Crowns</span><br /><br />I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down<br />and wiped our tears away,<br />stepped in and saved the day.<br />But once again, I say amen<br />and it's still raining<br />as the thunder rolls<br />I barely hear You whisper through the rain,<br />"I'm with you"<br />and as Your mercy falls<br />I raise my hands and praise<br />the God who gives and takes away.<br /><br />And I'll praise you in this storm<br />and I will lift my hands<br />for You are who You are<br />no matter where I am<br />and every tear I've cried<br />You hold in your hand<br />You never left my side<br />and though my heart is torn<br />I will praise You in this storm<br /><br />I remember when I stumbled in the wind<br />You heard my cry to You<br />and raised me up again<br />my strength is almost gone how can I carry on<br />if I can't find You<br />and as the thunder rolls<br />I barely hear You whisper through the rain<br />"I'm with you"<br />and as Your mercy falls<br />I raise my hands and praise<br />the God who gives and takes awaykarawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-851516318652167722008-04-23T19:20:00.000-07:002008-04-23T19:29:22.051-07:00happy birthday to you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SA_vy3ojfeI/AAAAAAAAAkk/G1AsN4VjTOI/s1600-h/scan0028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/SA_vy3ojfeI/AAAAAAAAAkk/G1AsN4VjTOI/s320/scan0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192632552588017122" border="0" /></a><br />Happy birthday Mom!<br />You are the BEST mom ever. Through thick and thin, good or bad, happy or sad, you have been there for me. You have been there to listen to me talk on and on late at night when you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. You have been there for me when I had a test the next day and had no clue what I was doing. You have been there for me even when I didn't think I needed you, but I did. Thank you so much for being such an amazing example to me of a Godly woman, of a loving wife, and an awesome mom. When I grow up I want to be just like you.<br />I love you.karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-50339664473705708052008-04-14T08:49:00.000-07:002008-04-14T10:23:52.262-07:0088 keys.<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7cj1fCZ_3U&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7cj1fCZ_3U&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I got a phone call from a very good friend on Saturday night, and it made my day. Actually, it pretty much made my week, maybe even month. God is amazing, the way He works things out. In the toughest times, and in the best times, whether we are faithful to Him or not, He is faithful to us. I am so happy for that, because I know that I lack on my side of the relationship, but it never changes on His side. God is so good.<br /><br /><br /><span class="txt_1">Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me<br /><br />Morning by morning I wake up to find<br />The power and comfort of God's hand in mine<br />Season by season I watch Him, amazed<br />In awe of the mystery of His perfect ways<br />All I'm in need of, His hand will provide<br />He's always been faithful to me<br /><br />I cant remember a trial or a pain<br />He did not recycle to bring me gain<br />I cant remember one single regret<br />In serving God only, and trusting His hand<br />All I'm in need of, His hand will provide<br />He's always been faithful to me<br /><br />This is my anthem, this is my song<br />The theme of the stories I've heard for so long<br />God has been faithful, He will be again<br />His loving compassion, it knows no end<br />All I'm in need of, His hand will provide<br />He's always been faithful, He's always been faithful<br />He's always been faithful to me<br /></span><br /><br />He's Always Been Faithful - Sara Groveskarawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-37233752690244876682008-04-08T19:45:00.000-07:002008-04-08T20:05:09.454-07:00a tribute, to sliced bread.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R_wyGeuhFiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/p4wU8XvcO7E/s1600-h/Africa+173.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R_wyGeuhFiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/p4wU8XvcO7E/s320/Africa+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187075957732742690" border="0" /></a><br />We found a whole pile of home videos this weekend, and have been watching them every night. We've seen videos from when I was a baby, when we were all small, from back in the White Rock house, family-get-togethers, old film from back in the day, and the lost footage from Africa. It's made me miss Africa even more, and realize just what an experience that truly was. I was so young, and I still am really young, but at the time there was so much going on and so fast that I didn't really realize what an impact it would have on the people we met there and me. I want to go back so bad, and I hope we do get there one day, God willing.<br /><br /><br />And Happy Birthday.<br />and Happy Belated Birthday.<br />To Dad, and to Gram.<br />Two wonderful people that I am glad to know, and just happened to end up in the same family as them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R_wx0euhFhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EBatf9cPHyw/s1600-h/IMGP6620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R_wx0euhFhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EBatf9cPHyw/s320/IMGP6620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187075648495097362" border="0" /></a><br />WORD OF THE DAY:<br /><span class="hw">faz´zo`let ; n. A handkerchief</span><span class="pron" onmouseover="return m_over('Click for pronunciation key')" onmouseout="m_out()" onclick="pron_key('w')"></span>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-57831554304718254562008-03-31T18:41:00.000-07:002008-03-31T20:19:47.027-07:00[hohm]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R_GoxOuhFgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1pb0tj_zPpI/s1600-h/IMGP6486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R_GoxOuhFgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1pb0tj_zPpI/s320/IMGP6486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184110209800410626" border="0" /></a><br />home. <span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron">hohm</span><span class="prondelim">] :</span></span></span> the place in which one's domestic affections are centered.<br />my own bed. [<span class="pronset"><span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"><span class="prondelim">/</span><span class="pron">maɪ</span><span class="prondelim">/</span> <a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key">Pronunciation Key</a><span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim"> - </span><a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation">Show Spelled Pronunciation</a></span></span><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim"></span><span class="pron">mahy </span></span></span><span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron">ohn </span></span></span><span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron">bed</span><span class="prondelim">] : a lovely dreamland where I can get a full night's rest and awake to familiar surroundings.</span></span></span><br /><br />I love that the sun is setting later, and prettier every day I think. We're having clearer skies and the trees are getting getting a little more colourful. I'd say that's a sure sign of spring. And oh the daffodils! I think ours are going to bloom this season. I hope they do.<span class="sqq"> If only I could smell the flowers, if only I didn't wake up with an annoying cold. Thank goodness for Ricola. And a warm cup of tea.<br /></span>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-29011932737693988992008-03-23T10:14:00.000-07:002008-03-23T10:24:41.628-07:00{increase the peace}<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R-aR2uuhFfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/FXVKy-q8nRs/s1600-h/1557093539_17b464898e%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180988790778435058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R-aR2uuhFfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/FXVKy-q8nRs/s320/1557093539_17b464898e%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am still alive, and I have a few pictures that I will post later for those few faithful readers. I like this place, but I could never live here. Maybe up the coast a bit more, where there is actually mountains and natural water and trees that have more than five branches.</div><div>Anyways, I really have nothing to say, other than I am very grateful for what Christ has done and is doing in my life. But the last post was getting kind of old.</div><div> </div><div>As they say here in southern California, ADIOS.</div>karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-34930812695149126372008-03-10T13:10:00.000-07:002008-03-12T14:51:42.084-07:00hi ho, hi ho.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R9hQU4Fd_oI/AAAAAAAAAjU/o2mXF0BOZxY/s1600-h/IMGP63255.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R9hQU4Fd_oI/AAAAAAAAAjU/o2mXF0BOZxY/s320/IMGP63255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176976091245313666" border="0" /></a>So before I get started on the California thing, I must say - I love the sky. We went to the Planetarium yesterday and I love learning about and looking at the stars, and planets, and moons. It's cool how people know so much about things so far away, that robots haven't even landed on. Yeah, I guess I'm a star geek, not because I know so much but because I find it SO fascinating. So, now to tell you about Cali.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R9WiEIFd_mI/AAAAAAAAAjE/s9b8M1BvuJc/s1600-h/100_7062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R9WiEIFd_mI/AAAAAAAAAjE/s9b8M1BvuJc/s320/100_7062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176221538505850466" border="0" /></a><br />I'm off to Cali-for-nia on Thursday.<br />Goodbye clouds, goodbye rain, goodbye cold.<br />And sorry, but Spot won't be coming again this year. Maybe next time?karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-23653932067052065032008-03-02T15:48:00.000-08:002008-03-02T17:32:42.220-08:00breakfast @ tiffany's.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R8tR-0EnZaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YBcyQgeLIXQ/s1600-h/IMGP6321effect.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R8tR-0EnZaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YBcyQgeLIXQ/s320/IMGP6321effect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173318736536888738" border="0" /></a>[Hebrews 4:12-13]<br />For the word of God is living and active, <span>sharper</span> than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And <span>no creature is hidden from his sight</span>, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-29046672202136546522008-02-19T09:25:00.000-08:002008-02-19T10:02:59.299-08:00i wish...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R7sZGD7c1RI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vnXu1IAU_gI/s1600-h/IMGP0648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R7sZGD7c1RI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vnXu1IAU_gI/s320/IMGP0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168752589262345490" border="0" /></a><br />...it were summer soon. And I could run outside without any boots on, cause I could wear shorts & flip flops. It's not too far away though!<br /><br /><br />[Indescribable - Chris Tomlin]<br /><br />From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea<br />Creation's revealing Your majesty<br />From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring<br />Every creature unique in the song that it sings<br />All exclaiming<br /><br />Indescribable, uncontainable,<br />You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.<br />You are amazing God<br />All powerful, untamable,<br />Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim<br />You are amazing God<br /><br />Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go<br />Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow<br />Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light<br />Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night<br />None can fathom<br /><br />Indescribable, uncontainable,<br />You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name<br />You are amazing God<br />All powerful, untamable,<br />Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim<br />You are amazing God, You are amazing God<br /><br />Indescribable, uncontainable,<br />You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.<br />You are amazing God<br />All powerful, untamable,<br />Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim<br />You are amazing God<br />Indescribable, uncontainable,<br />You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.<br />You are amazing God<br />INCOMPARABLE, unchangeable<br />You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same<br />You are amazing God, You are amazing Godkarawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-32711146810249653172008-02-16T23:24:00.000-08:002008-02-16T23:35:00.242-08:00immeasurable riches.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R7fisz7c1QI/AAAAAAAAAgg/RcgYQVCLkcE/s1600-h/IMGP3942.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R7fisz7c1QI/AAAAAAAAAgg/RcgYQVCLkcE/s320/IMGP3942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167848356912616706" border="0" /></a><br />I know I have posted this passage so many times before, but I need to read it lots. And each time I do, I am reminded again of God's amazing grace. He loves me so much, but not enough to let me stay this way. Every day, when I choose to live in the passions of the flesh He shows His IMMEASURABLE RICHES and raises me up with Him, seats us with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus. Not because of anything I have done, but because we were created in Him for good works and He loves us. I need it imprinted in my mind <span style="font-weight: bold;">24/7</span>.<br /><br />[Ephesians 2:1-10] And you were dead in the trespasses and sins <span class="verse-num" id="v49002002-1"></span>in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience— <span class="verse-num" id="v49002003-1"></span>among whom <span style="font-style: italic;">we all once lived in the passions of our flesh</span>, carrying out the desires of the body<span class="footnote"> </span>and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.<span class="verse-num" id="v49002004-1"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">But</span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="footnote"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">God, being rich in mercy</span>, because of the great love with which he loved us, <span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49002005-1"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">even when we were dead in our trespasses</span>, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— <span class="verse-num" id="v49002006-1"></span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">raised us up with him</span> and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, <span class="verse-num" id="v49002007-1"></span>so that in the coming ages he might show the <span style="font-weight: bold;">immeasurable riches of his grace</span> in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And <span style="font-style: italic;">this is not your own doing</span>; it is the gift of God,<span class="verse-num" id="v49002009-1"> </span>not a result of works, so that no one may boast. <span class="verse-num" id="v49002010-1"></span>For <span style="font-weight: bold;">we are his workmanship</span>, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.karawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-14886214929348659862008-02-13T19:17:00.000-08:002008-02-14T12:46:46.825-08:00unobliged.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R7Ozrz7c1OI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rkSlUwTj-7U/s1600-h/IMGP0765.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QnOM530malo/R7Ozrz7c1OI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rkSlUwTj-7U/s320/IMGP0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166670762779399394" border="0" /></a><br />Sun is shinin' in the sky<br />There ain't a cloud in sight<br />It's stopped rainin' ev'rybody's in a play<br />And don't you know<br />It's a beautiful new day hey,hey<br /><br />Runnin' down the avenue<br />See how the sun shines brightly in the city<br />On the streets where once was pity<br />Mister blue sky is living here today hey, hey<br /><br />Mister blue sky please tell us why<br />You had to hide away for so long<br />Where did we go wrong?<br /><br />Hey you with the pretty face<br />Welcome to the human race<br />A celebration, mister blue sky's up there waitin'<br />And today is the day we've waited for<br /><br />Hey there mister blue<br />We're so pleased to be with you<br />Look around see what you do<br />Ev'rybody smiles at you<br /><br />Mister blue sky, mister blue sky<br />Mister blue sky<br /><br />Mister blue, you did it right<br />But soon comes mister night creepin' over<br />Now his hand is on your shoulder<br />Never mind I'll remember you this<br />I'll remember you this way<br /><br />Mister blue sky please tell us why<br />You had to hide away for so long<br />Where did we go wrong?<br /><br />Hey there mister blue<br />We're so pleased to be with you<br />Look around see what you do<br />Ev'rybody smiles at you<br />Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba<br />Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba bakarawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33183970.post-35078228696524770962008-01-31T07:59:00.000-08:002008-01-31T08:11:18.112-08:00scrumptious.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r145/karadarling/around%20the%20world/californiaUNITEDSTATES/100_2474.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r145/karadarling/around%20the%20world/californiaUNITEDSTATES/100_2474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />"What a splendid day!" said Anne, drawing a long breath. "Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one."<br /><br />_Anne of Green Gables<br />by L.M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomerykarawarnock;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515263106727202041noreply@blogger.com4