tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47277853982977909122024-03-05T00:18:37.184-05:0037 BlessingsPattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-55324521416443681012011-10-24T10:54:00.003-04:002011-10-24T11:20:47.598-04:00Birthday Wishes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ICa3XPYig5VfzrgdGrf3ZLKGfQ_BtfYHJ5hm4RHETIVRwtkY7-8rEeUl1nIO8rsHQUS-uoeE2omY2ibyjZvAMGzDWlO43rtY6S8pplg9V6RbcqscrbVPG6AKF493i2bI9SKkfyXI2Ykt/s1600/IMG_1062cr+stan.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ICa3XPYig5VfzrgdGrf3ZLKGfQ_BtfYHJ5hm4RHETIVRwtkY7-8rEeUl1nIO8rsHQUS-uoeE2omY2ibyjZvAMGzDWlO43rtY6S8pplg9V6RbcqscrbVPG6AKF493i2bI9SKkfyXI2Ykt/s200/IMG_1062cr+stan.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667075629936579922" /></a>Happy birthday to my dear husband. <div><br /></div><div>As I was thinking back over the years, I was reminded that the first clear memory I have of interacting with him was at a church singles fellowship where we sang Happy Birthday to him. </div><div>I asked him his age. </div><div>I didn't believe he was THAT OLD (24) when he told me so carded him on the spot.</div><div><br /></div><div>Neither of us had a clue about what the future held. :-)</div><div><br /></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-16515825806256952322011-09-26T11:47:00.004-04:002011-09-26T12:12:16.586-04:00Culture Sale<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; ; "><span class="Apple-style-span">On Facebook my talented daughter-in-law posted LAST WEEK: "I am currently having a major sale on all my fine art prints!! This will only be going for two weeks so be sure to take advantage! All prints are now starting at $12 instead of $30!! Please take a look!"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; ; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; ; "><span class="Apple-style-span">If you've been wanting to purchase a print of one of Maryn's beautiful paintings available on <a href="http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/maryn-chilson.html?page=1">her site at Fine Art America</a>, now is the time to act! OR if you just want to look, no purchase is required! For more info on Maryn and of her pictures on exhibit, look at <a href="http://37blessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/maryn-is-headlining-again.html">this</a> and <a href="http://37blessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/color-her-sparkly-blue.html">this</a>. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; ; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; ; "><span class="Apple-style-span">She & Jacob are doing well. A year into their married life, I live the reality of most mothers of married kids: I don't get to see them often enough. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; ; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px; ; "><span class="Apple-style-span">But when I'm feeling lonely for them, I've got Facebook! :-)</span></span></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-1456804944792149352011-09-20T08:08:00.004-04:002011-09-20T08:32:52.359-04:00Training the EarCaleb & Rachel have been taking piano lessons since last January, with Rachel enjoying the bulk of the lessons during the summer while Caleb worked at SACK.<br /><br />Rachel has recently began to seek out simple sheet music versions of songs which she likes to learn to play. ("WooHoooo!" says Mom.) The latest of these is "Rocky Top". There was a problem though; our memory of how the song was<span class="Apple-style-span" > <span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>supposed</span><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span> to sound was<span class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="Apple-style-span" >different</span></span> from how the notes were written. Not vastly, but enough to make us tilt our head & say, "That's not right."<br /><br />So today I sat down with the song sheet & a <span class="Apple-style-span" >blue pen</span> & plunked-out (thank you Brother Scott for that properly used term) the song, locating & correcting the wrong notes. It was satisfying to hear the song played properly. We were happy to recognize the right, familiar tune.<br /><br />Made me think about truth. God's truth is gleaned from His Word. Rightly applied truth is satisfying in our lives. Sometimes we hit a wrong note but His guidance gets us back into playing His song. How I pray that we are so in tune with His Spirit and His Word that we recognize any inappropriately played music, the wrong notes grate on our ears so we say "that's not right" then seek out the Truth so we are not stuck playing the wrong notes. Harmoniously restored.Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-79729422481308992982011-09-07T11:44:00.005-04:002011-09-07T12:09:16.531-04:00Juggling to BeatlesMy Aunt Elaine has been sending me lots of entertaining things. This one of a man juggling to a Beatles song is one of the best. Hope you enjoy it too.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uaBBl3gXRs&feature=related">The Juggler</a><div><br /></div><div>On youtube this is called "Chris Bliss Juggling Act - Beatles" and notes he is performing to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; background-color: ); "> "Golden slumbers", "Carry that Weight", and "The End"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; ); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; background-color: ); ">There were comments that stated he wasn't that great of a juggler but I think he's a great entertainer!</span></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-59933510180985720062011-09-02T12:18:00.003-04:002011-09-02T12:32:38.492-04:00Quick up-to-dates from my FB<a href="http://www.andiesisle.com/creation/magnificent.html">http://www.andiesisle.com/creation/magnificent.html</a> Beautiful pictures of the world & song "I Believe" courtesy of Aunt Elaine.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Every individual should make it their duty </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">to display an American flag on this tenth anniversary of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> one our country's worst tragedies.. We do this in honor of those who lost their lives on 9/11, their</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> families, friends and loved ones who continue to endure the pain, and those who today are </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">fighting</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> at home </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">and abroad to preserve our cherished freedoms. So, is YOUR flag ready?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Planted seeds in my little garden today: broccoli, cauliflower, radishes, carrots, spinach, lettuces, squash, beans. Squeezed them in amongst the peppers, grape tomatoes, strawberry (just one), basil, parsley & multiplying onions. Stan has plans to build me a mobile greenhouse. :-)</span></span></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-87779371900989550652010-12-16T08:26:00.002-05:002010-12-16T08:29:04.211-05:00Heart Attacks in Women<span ><div><span >My Aunt Louise sent this to me in e-mail form. I decided to share it with you. :-)</span></div><div><span >I looked for it on spam sites & didn't find it so hope it has reliable info. If you know differently, please comment to correct. Thanks!</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div>Author Unknown<br /></span><br /><style> _filtered { font-family:Calibri;} _filtered { font-family:Consolas;} _filtered {margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;} P.MsoNormal { MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt;FONT-FAMILY:"serif";FONT-SIZE:12pt;} LI.MsoNormal { MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt;FONT-FAMILY:"serif";FONT-SIZE:12pt;} DIV.MsoNormal { MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt;FONT-FAMILY:"serif";FONT-SIZE:12pt;} A:link { COLOR:blue;TEXT-DECORATION:underline;} SPAN.MsoHyperlink { COLOR:blue;TEXT-DECORATION:underline;} A:visited { COLOR:purple;TEXT-DECORATION:underline;} SPAN.MsoHyperlinkFollowed { COLOR:purple;TEXT-DECORATION:underline;} SPAN.apple-style-span { } SPAN.apple-converted-space { } SPAN.EmailStyle19 { FONT-FAMILY:"sans-serif";COLOR:#1f497d;} .MsoChpDefault { FONT-SIZE:10pt;} DIV.Section1 { } </style> <div class="Section1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #1f497d; FONT-SIZE: 11pt"></span></p> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">NURSE'S HEART ATTACK EXPERIENCE</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /></span></i></b><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and send it on!</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>FEMALE HEART ATTACKS</b></span><b><br /></b><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I've ever read..</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Women and heart attacks (Myocardial infarction). Did you know that women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have when experiencing heart attack.. you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in the movies. Here is the story of one woman's experience with a heart attack.</span></span></i></p></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"> </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">'I had a heart attack at about 10:30PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, 'A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.</span></i></span><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you've been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you've swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn't have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation--the only trouble was that I hadn't taken a bite of anything since about 5:00p.m.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR).</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening -- we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven't we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I'm having a heart attack!</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn't be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else... but, on the other hand, if I don't, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics... I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn't feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.</span><br /></span></i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><i>I unlocked the door and then lay down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don't remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?') but I couldn't make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.</i></span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"> </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St. Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stints.</span></i></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"> </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.</span></i></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"> </span></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">1</span></i></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men's symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn't know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they'll feel better in the morning when they wake up... which doesn't happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you've not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm' visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!</span></i></span></p></div></div></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p></div> <div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">2.</span></i></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"> Note that I said <b>'Call the Paramedics</b>.' And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!</span></i></span><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road.</span></span></i></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what's happening with you instead of the road - take you to the hospital.</span></span></i></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Do NOT call your doctor -- he doesn't know where you live and if it's at night you won't reach him anyway, and if it's daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn't carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr will be notified later.</span></span></i></p></div></div></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p></div> <div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt">3.</span></i></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"> Don't assume it couldn't be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it's unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.</span></i></span><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Consolas; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"><br /><br /></span></i></p></div></div></div></div></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-15856431703657270392010-10-03T23:34:00.000-04:002010-10-03T23:34:00.343-04:00Equal Rights for Unborn Women<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><b>Gianna Jessen</b> (b. April 6, 1977, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles,_California" title="Los Angeles, California" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Los Angeles, California</a>) is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian" title="Christian" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Christian</a> recording artist and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pro-life" title="Pro-life" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">pro-life</a> activist who was born alive during a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saline_abortion" title="Saline abortion" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">saline abortion</a>. (from Wikipedia)</span></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=158348990848143">Gianna Jessen's personal testimony</a> as recorded in Queen's Hall, Melbourne in September 2008. <div>Her abortionist signed her birth certificate. Hear her story in her own words. </div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-12307102521671104452010-10-02T08:51:00.000-04:002010-10-02T23:08:00.284-04:00Caleb's Big Adventure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s200/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045069130424450" /></a>This summer, Caleb lived on a houseboat on the St. John's River for a week.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iElIOn0DoZkRo7Aqt4YPUG5mDmQhdn8YlHdfvtNWVmw7I1SmPOfqPvwCxh6A_DjdjkQoVCjnlRE6pbSGIonlFGFODlWPLWJz_CZ3x5nN4rtefvCNOyNxQ8WyoL1pM5PUMnyJZLlRgm8K/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iElIOn0DoZkRo7Aqt4YPUG5mDmQhdn8YlHdfvtNWVmw7I1SmPOfqPvwCxh6A_DjdjkQoVCjnlRE6pbSGIonlFGFODlWPLWJz_CZ3x5nN4rtefvCNOyNxQ8WyoL1pM5PUMnyJZLlRgm8K/s200/RiverQuest+2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045097161904450" /></a>He was with 7 other scouts from this area of FL and 4 leaders.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwkv4n5SxPK-sa9149W3-4i1DlbD-k1W2Rh0ZwjqTCiIuSgJA1yr9d-CoD7Y9OqvgVb1y2d4Zt7npJYmkfyPCL9_etM6xUQeqfBfViPSIAwpmxWGXI9MP8A_QdT7_affu3bCtOHP8Jd7u/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+010.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwkv4n5SxPK-sa9149W3-4i1DlbD-k1W2Rh0ZwjqTCiIuSgJA1yr9d-CoD7Y9OqvgVb1y2d4Zt7npJYmkfyPCL9_etM6xUQeqfBfViPSIAwpmxWGXI9MP8A_QdT7_affu3bCtOHP8Jd7u/s200/RiverQuest+2010+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045089290723010" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcufFbmSakyKye8yDS-DRqldjKG33Yfx63cNuy9wP1T6BLiPq7jTP14ErZGzsL5zpYieYpIuwtk7adNGXs63hUMsbFHN38V3_x8FCbh0MXeqrUnz2ewLmsD3OOWg0VhepLFoH-ensda9M/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+009.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcufFbmSakyKye8yDS-DRqldjKG33Yfx63cNuy9wP1T6BLiPq7jTP14ErZGzsL5zpYieYpIuwtk7adNGXs63hUMsbFHN38V3_x8FCbh0MXeqrUnz2ewLmsD3OOWg0VhepLFoH-ensda9M/s200/RiverQuest+2010+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045080089015346" /></a><br />The group of 8 scouts formed 2 crews which took turns driving, cooking, cleaning and being in charge while the other crew played; one day on, one day off.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQ_MJdCWsLIf9onjBD4cwFsmGScCv4oQZi-EFiuNqRUZqorGRRupOn7urdbRDhlY2C_As3b_hnkwFFiQ-K0DyXKOeL3Dqb6Tkr8UYgyvYkmrPgiraF7nn9Z4KTXce-3vZF-yPq4wsTZpN/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+003.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQ_MJdCWsLIf9onjBD4cwFsmGScCv4oQZi-EFiuNqRUZqorGRRupOn7urdbRDhlY2C_As3b_hnkwFFiQ-K0DyXKOeL3Dqb6Tkr8UYgyvYkmrPgiraF7nn9Z4KTXce-3vZF-yPq4wsTZpN/s200/RiverQuest+2010+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045073251721378" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s200/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045069130424450" /></a>Caleb had to apply for the position so we were thrilled when he was chosen to participate.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluvYSY8FuqB1o1UoiHK2j_r7n27QSy42YByy_vLZVRZl40vLTUD9P706FiXvAnNQsBZNZM1Y4kgmTCnBezjCHeHz2vEgalkXaPmjCVlz4xefpX_bRRLJkKqOc-B18UtjIOqZAuxL8kbkh/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+059.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjpNjtSwhDjQBlYLq_0p0MbPW3gqexK-OYgxqDgGfdnAKLjj1-2toLd9qHg9k6MqrvF-jBTl0ZTDhL3IxB-6vxsPm415ll3lbrtqj_Q30BQSTH58pnkB5ctaBJR2IiOdbvCmlbVjMFGD9/s200/RiverQuest+2010+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513059114446017874" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>The river was mostly peaceful.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFH-56rjvolxnIDjZDSB-IjMTxo_GZk_n2pE9eZojviI8PuQ_qOjwWpmA4YNd3Cs8lvRZiId33zQ6KNhRUSf7HBUApV_xQHyKWPRQUra2rteeBxV764806f-OEmI4I-3Zehm83lHWZknK/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+032.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFH-56rjvolxnIDjZDSB-IjMTxo_GZk_n2pE9eZojviI8PuQ_qOjwWpmA4YNd3Cs8lvRZiId33zQ6KNhRUSf7HBUApV_xQHyKWPRQUra2rteeBxV764806f-OEmI4I-3Zehm83lHWZknK/s200/RiverQuest+2010+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513059109631005586" /></a><br />They saw interesting homes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A7CFfQblsI4pvYcwtNaJzaZeCrHJ2YTOdHEzwXY3o_0gC45hfidM27H4Tw4QBbAjopyu71gyeakLRF4QwOh-iJj59QTLTK0uk7I1Df_cceynwuHbCiXHq0fGjXV2EVeL-A7U12DBajVH/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+117.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A7CFfQblsI4pvYcwtNaJzaZeCrHJ2YTOdHEzwXY3o_0gC45hfidM27H4Tw4QBbAjopyu71gyeakLRF4QwOh-iJj59QTLTK0uk7I1Df_cceynwuHbCiXHq0fGjXV2EVeL-A7U12DBajVH/s200/RiverQuest+2010+117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513059101507703106" /></a><br /></div><div>They endured some stormy weather.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s200/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045069130424450" /></a>This Riverquest Adventure was the first of what our area scout council hopes will be an annual event that scouts from all over the USA will want to experience. Caleb was on the maiden voyage. Hmm. Can it be called a <u>maiden</u> voyage if it's boys?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLGS7DH9owxHXqJUxXGJGBSgro7Ap9nrLWOl8zdiv18HqfTQ0jCR7Q-A7vnIWr5HqENd1ArRcsS0ATpejwx8Em7sp1xcyuYGCp5ugVxAYZyWd_rN8sZ15VuIP_tXKEpVJZC-jxsYKsuoS/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+023.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLGS7DH9owxHXqJUxXGJGBSgro7Ap9nrLWOl8zdiv18HqfTQ0jCR7Q-A7vnIWr5HqENd1ArRcsS0ATpejwx8Em7sp1xcyuYGCp5ugVxAYZyWd_rN8sZ15VuIP_tXKEpVJZC-jxsYKsuoS/s200/RiverQuest+2010+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513051973869454098" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FolBEEs6qvdS0ET4j_E9ezDgzDoLyvbN6oW8gI5KR-aX9CejLnl2iXet-2psOE7t6LDhBH20BFUCsemtT431fjrirks_TuGJECdBq4eLnGBcXM_nhxVv3p0vDTeX6OYpVrcgaKMy9vru/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+083.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FolBEEs6qvdS0ET4j_E9ezDgzDoLyvbN6oW8gI5KR-aX9CejLnl2iXet-2psOE7t6LDhBH20BFUCsemtT431fjrirks_TuGJECdBq4eLnGBcXM_nhxVv3p0vDTeX6OYpVrcgaKMy9vru/s200/RiverQuest+2010+083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513051967781249762" /></a><br /></div><div>Industry along St. John's.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUm9m1YFXN6g4b2NJ7uqRmWMkpd5f2uRh-UbY-zMRhik8JeXbwjMujd1PwwG1k4tkdk9kDfZQBX352XlLhjwC7XW0RDrZN6RUdM4tdx6y53WVDF1zGNzb5jOPrPv_dLqPaldGdxcGNGQdU/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+079.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUm9m1YFXN6g4b2NJ7uqRmWMkpd5f2uRh-UbY-zMRhik8JeXbwjMujd1PwwG1k4tkdk9kDfZQBX352XlLhjwC7XW0RDrZN6RUdM4tdx6y53WVDF1zGNzb5jOPrPv_dLqPaldGdxcGNGQdU/s200/RiverQuest+2010+079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513051962984166082" /></a>Houses of the rich & famous. Well, maybe not. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNHpFvtNY1owzHYnaoHNA8V58MvPRKMc22oA2H1Yi_2-Yv-EKnT2JUKSfMGFa-akGC3OradYv22BSD26avKJ9YDWIjFI3Jsn8-xJNiXC0OiDdgdiMyqg3BOAGDqUam6P5V0Bs3jOuttDl/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+087.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNHpFvtNY1owzHYnaoHNA8V58MvPRKMc22oA2H1Yi_2-Yv-EKnT2JUKSfMGFa-akGC3OradYv22BSD26avKJ9YDWIjFI3Jsn8-xJNiXC0OiDdgdiMyqg3BOAGDqUam6P5V0Bs3jOuttDl/s200/RiverQuest+2010+087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513051957334306962" /></a>More industry.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wowaFsnXcXqJ9ztH5jUx2IVgHKFlVQ9jnEFt8pk2-keJVryDRIaHHl6hh7bLXObFpoMcvzJmrLyeZYvc62BPR9_bbVhH8Hgej_38kZiRaI0aQwgF-n2cjXkRTw59gi3LoIrPS4NXETZ4/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+116.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wowaFsnXcXqJ9ztH5jUx2IVgHKFlVQ9jnEFt8pk2-keJVryDRIaHHl6hh7bLXObFpoMcvzJmrLyeZYvc62BPR9_bbVhH8Hgej_38kZiRaI0aQwgF-n2cjXkRTw59gi3LoIrPS4NXETZ4/s200/RiverQuest+2010+116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513051951090895106" /></a>Jacksonville Zoo on the last day.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s1600/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmbjwe92SSptyaHjgI3-ivETWhvdXYLByFWeRo6tabUi0vpWJpdhlMRIXOTJyKAzLjZBTgVTopaV_y5ssKGkm9Bxly-Qi0ER3NMt5pL14lbwyviRd32NWNnAdYiK0xo-WSdJZcPZkO3iV/s200/RiverQuest+2010+086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513045069130424450" /></a><br />All these photos were from Caleb's camera. This is the ONLY photo of him. </div><div>But I like it. </div><div>Hope you did also!<br /><br /><br /></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-76199281849286197922010-09-10T07:51:00.004-04:002010-09-10T08:11:32.305-04:00Cruise 2: And We Waited<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhJry4_emdL4NNsOtnQlfIwUeQ3SEuy9qXIMUBkcmuZvIGW8iUoCpmGc2A_l137WOz-P9CwtvmaZRh9_YCcrV4w5X-xFAFCe8jxh8EUKn5HRYB9xV_SHsBKOvy4ZsZp8SiTMRJ0obZxI0/s1600/IMG_9345.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515254078419553362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhJry4_emdL4NNsOtnQlfIwUeQ3SEuy9qXIMUBkcmuZvIGW8iUoCpmGc2A_l137WOz-P9CwtvmaZRh9_YCcrV4w5X-xFAFCe8jxh8EUKn5HRYB9xV_SHsBKOvy4ZsZp8SiTMRJ0obZxI0/s200/IMG_9345.JPG" /></a>After lunch, while we waited for our room to be available, we explored the ship. Here is a cut-away model found on deck 3.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnt0zG-zcIldofaKllaH0Xb-eREIb-FSrRp05c5r5FKrj8TTAQ5JPL9qEGtoUyP_vI15n4rMfnjMfgrxd0Sh3-0lYnbr-oN8slwqPu4UIc07Fs3hpl2xhSsk9_bztTDOVZtzIvO2memHdI/s1600/IMG_9344.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515254071975319218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnt0zG-zcIldofaKllaH0Xb-eREIb-FSrRp05c5r5FKrj8TTAQ5JPL9qEGtoUyP_vI15n4rMfnjMfgrxd0Sh3-0lYnbr-oN8slwqPu4UIc07Fs3hpl2xhSsk9_bztTDOVZtzIvO2memHdI/s200/IMG_9344.JPG" /></a><br />Looking at the port, enjoying the breeze. Did I mention that it was a cloudy, wet weekend?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVASM48XR81ktw3pHxxMvjBrlInRlE9C8aJlUpUS_Snfaa6bnifPXXDLS_w16xrAExiEPKc-7CWHYU_dUsR22Pl87Y_9A9DNHaBL_asD6Vg5YOIe86sZiXPNxOWQQaKWGuvBmxflb189f/s1600/IMG_9341.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515254062652935522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVASM48XR81ktw3pHxxMvjBrlInRlE9C8aJlUpUS_Snfaa6bnifPXXDLS_w16xrAExiEPKc-7CWHYU_dUsR22Pl87Y_9A9DNHaBL_asD6Vg5YOIe86sZiXPNxOWQQaKWGuvBmxflb189f/s200/IMG_9341.JPG" /></a>Here is the central curved glass elevator that actually worked part of the time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eyp_xeJ9mrDgv0zjVk7oKutiqC3HcSWAmW7AijtgtM_uDM1ytYdieEj-yFqlVFGpqrLvQ_X2vMz302tWT98-PYpTeg4BQbERsAch50ZfP_sF6ezpqRWfcBlHLk8Cw7ZqOz9dYHV8NsVx/s1600/IMG_9337.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515254058538029730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eyp_xeJ9mrDgv0zjVk7oKutiqC3HcSWAmW7AijtgtM_uDM1ytYdieEj-yFqlVFGpqrLvQ_X2vMz302tWT98-PYpTeg4BQbERsAch50ZfP_sF6ezpqRWfcBlHLk8Cw7ZqOz9dYHV8NsVx/s200/IMG_9337.JPG" /></a><br />Kids area.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-QT0G3O_LhEB9n7Ofz0aCZJAB2Zg9ytAtimtTIfAKAYIMZwtpgR1gEh5j5cL-SBtDBBvqBa-L8KV_PVA131dImNFCIg7_pIMOxX6qxmKS0DNizbYKufO8Kmzt8cbWqpFSl6FdU6Xfd17/s1600/IMG_9361.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515254082013458386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-QT0G3O_LhEB9n7Ofz0aCZJAB2Zg9ytAtimtTIfAKAYIMZwtpgR1gEh5j5cL-SBtDBBvqBa-L8KV_PVA131dImNFCIg7_pIMOxX6qxmKS0DNizbYKufO8Kmzt8cbWqpFSl6FdU6Xfd17/s200/IMG_9361.JPG" /></a>Almost suppertime.Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-60993313119966567822010-09-07T21:18:00.002-04:002010-09-08T10:58:44.488-04:00Return of the Squirrel MamaA most anxious voice on my answering machine requested assistance in caring for a baby squirrel. <div><br /></div><div>I returned his call wondering if Rachel would be willing to raise another. (Do a site search for squirrel if you want to see the others.) With the rats in her room & mouse-sitting for the weekend, I really wasn't sure what she would say.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had her pick up the other phone so she could hear his story:<br />He has a chihuahua. An 18 pounder who is buff & thinks he is Rambo or Rocky or some other tough dude. He is a killer of small animals who infringe on his back yard space.<br /><br />This dog would not leave his crate yesterday. The man, suspecting "Rambo" had hidden in his crate something that he was not supposed to have, investigated and discovered the baby squirrel, which appeared unharmed.<br /><br />"Rambo" had to carry the squirrel inside from outside, up steps, through a pet door and through the house to put it into his crate. Then he had kept it warm (the main cause of orphan squirrel death).<br /><br />But, as the owner noted, "Rambo" couldn't feed the poor thing and with his family schedule, he didn't have time to give it proper care; it needed a new home. Soon.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2yAIoeYbg5LRCBKobE-DroZgqo4t-_nbYNjTbnZC0q78ji7EAqcjtmLnFUvEn4rVdNBjZ-_GCw_j6zbtpbE4AHtGXrzg7ErCZzWM6juOJSboUosWvKVGY3pgLrkeE4_NbRCHSUpPNzhq/s1600/IMG_9619.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2yAIoeYbg5LRCBKobE-DroZgqo4t-_nbYNjTbnZC0q78ji7EAqcjtmLnFUvEn4rVdNBjZ-_GCw_j6zbtpbE4AHtGXrzg7ErCZzWM6juOJSboUosWvKVGY3pgLrkeE4_NbRCHSUpPNzhq/s200/IMG_9619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514347017799661522" /></a>Could you turn down an orphan with an amazing story like that?</div><div><br /></div><div>Neither could my daughter. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Me</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">et Acacia. </span></span></span></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-7441993772359611282010-09-03T21:23:00.001-04:002010-09-03T22:21:27.350-04:00A Journey of 1000 Miles Begins with a Boarding Pass<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCK4rNFt1zhFOjVtA0jPUiJIm8q2Zp89iz1NlQTbondOQF4Bh71PK7ypreDMH3LLukhVzQBcAma-JOsDg0vkB5wKGUJVFgaP-EQNNtjgb3M3sGpzeJ90sIAGGle4pcwZzl0eKrSdnfrWl/s1600/IMG_9330.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCK4rNFt1zhFOjVtA0jPUiJIm8q2Zp89iz1NlQTbondOQF4Bh71PK7ypreDMH3LLukhVzQBcAma-JOsDg0vkB5wKGUJVFgaP-EQNNtjgb3M3sGpzeJ90sIAGGle4pcwZzl0eKrSdnfrWl/s200/IMG_9330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512867908178048578" /></a>Stan & I hit a milestone in March > 25 years of marriage. That's a journey of thousands of miles that begins with an "I do." :-)<div>So, in celebration we decided to do something different.</div><div>(It helped a lot that Caleb happened to win a cruise just when we were trying to decide what different/special/monumental thing we could <strike>afford</strike> do.) Then in early August, we did it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJq2ho-hKp0y07ZkhRvSfYq9-1ZKZftzuCLLqYvmW-IZzEnA9Uc_QW-1GSKVWWRX5KtQmuYpKtB89e42mrGn6lOAaXNgCAJfIM-etBhQxL5UPhg8YTe0HyYda4l_lHEEBB_cOGByZaJD_T/s1600/IMG_9331.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJq2ho-hKp0y07ZkhRvSfYq9-1ZKZftzuCLLqYvmW-IZzEnA9Uc_QW-1GSKVWWRX5KtQmuYpKtB89e42mrGn6lOAaXNgCAJfIM-etBhQxL5UPhg8YTe0HyYda4l_lHEEBB_cOGByZaJD_T/s200/IMG_9331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512867904855388866" /></a>I was relieved to see this as we were signing in. After all, everyone hears about how a cruise is like living at a 24 hour buffet Now I could be sure that I'd get some exercise...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScHfWcl0i_kygxul7ehcvAzp4A42i219Vh9weJrpmZyBR_jJV9fkFLexUPCrgC-vwWczPJvE8C5H1qV-AHEJwWJpHY2427sWHEwDpCHpQwSbO8sISMzgGvr6-dcmR0t-D0Jw6VbMd0fyO/s1600/IMG_9332.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScHfWcl0i_kygxul7ehcvAzp4A42i219Vh9weJrpmZyBR_jJV9fkFLexUPCrgC-vwWczPJvE8C5H1qV-AHEJwWJpHY2427sWHEwDpCHpQwSbO8sISMzgGvr6-dcmR0t-D0Jw6VbMd0fyO/s200/IMG_9332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512867893399632114" /></a>There were a number of these signs posted over the area where all our important papers were perused. Stan convinced me not to photograph them all which is why I can't share all that light touristy wisdom with you. Feel free to thank him when you see him. :-)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnWQrJ_7TbCAa56kX-enryy9vwwqWyJpPeTIM1QkK_dBvUW3o6wVWyfAlTATL4M6rC0oQ_yjLJ0BIYNzaWlrSwWKyKIg1zw4waQcAHOJXyr9LYz_9HKOwq8ZIAZRQuLXKhv68LAiQCHws/s1600/IMG_9333.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnWQrJ_7TbCAa56kX-enryy9vwwqWyJpPeTIM1QkK_dBvUW3o6wVWyfAlTATL4M6rC0oQ_yjLJ0BIYNzaWlrSwWKyKIg1zw4waQcAHOJXyr9LYz_9HKOwq8ZIAZRQuLXKhv68LAiQCHws/s200/IMG_9333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512867882065542274" /></a>YES!</div><div>We are boarding the ship!</div><div>I </div><div>was </div><div>so</div><div>NERVOUS! </div><div>"Would I get sea sick? What did our room look like? Did each room have its own bathroom? Would I get sea sick? Would we meet some nice people? Did I bring appropriate clothes? Would I get sea sick? What else do we have to pay for? Will Stan be let back into the country since we didn't have time to get his passport? I sure hope I don't get sea sick."</div><div><br /></div><div>Those of you who do the cruise thing on a regular basis are probably laughing at my insecurity and questions but really, didn't you wonder at least SOME of those things before your first trip?</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisb-lQ1b6DKBo5CyQhwRW3A8uYi_5NAuwC62ZyT7ycr3oy35rmsP6FYQwMMW-DeYydhr-qMox2EjDSMaO1kT29X8hdzT4Bp5lL0xnGD48RymUklY1tp0Ys1eM8SkN0RsaHpy1GzvMGKMzy/s1600/IMG_9336.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisb-lQ1b6DKBo5CyQhwRW3A8uYi_5NAuwC62ZyT7ycr3oy35rmsP6FYQwMMW-DeYydhr-qMox2EjDSMaO1kT29X8hdzT4Bp5lL0xnGD48RymUklY1tp0Ys1eM8SkN0RsaHpy1GzvMGKMzy/s200/IMG_9336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512867880158381602" /></a>First thing scheduled upon boarding, several hours before the rooms were ready?</div><div>Lunch.</div><div>All was good.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still wondering if we get our own bathroom...</div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-37021300455817294752010-09-03T12:00:00.004-04:002010-09-03T12:44:54.188-04:00A Couple of Special Peoplerecently celebrated birthdays!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-IsmaiVOR5ALvjp-msqUGt43Q0Tm2KVLPYjDIsLeI0b7ioHjrztNpYMjpnuPibSk5RwwWY4x9-7RHNu8Aco9Ota4nlqLg0pqoFA7EMShgRnHXdcCQS34-t46zzuvm6oOt-zLZvVUVObV/s1600/IMG_8845.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512722299730420626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-IsmaiVOR5ALvjp-msqUGt43Q0Tm2KVLPYjDIsLeI0b7ioHjrztNpYMjpnuPibSk5RwwWY4x9-7RHNu8Aco9Ota4nlqLg0pqoFA7EMShgRnHXdcCQS34-t46zzuvm6oOt-zLZvVUVObV/s200/IMG_8845.JPG" /></a>One is my mom, dressed beautifully in the the outfit she wore to Jacob & Maryn's wedding, accompanied by the remaining household grandkids also decked out in their wedding attire, behaving themselves nicely.<br /><br />Me?<br />In this photo I'm just a-tired. LOL :-)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtzEK0Fs0t1np4T-FnLGfPPzjkEV0d8_7wJX4PbdPCgWIobffoIyMkTgrkpFy3okstwrzJOyGWSH0_SLMRkWER0-S5msxp0D-SdsTElu_7ODKPQ0Wuby792W4Shi_Nwpe5Yad6q2cDLHH/s1600/IMG_8866.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512722290379152818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtzEK0Fs0t1np4T-FnLGfPPzjkEV0d8_7wJX4PbdPCgWIobffoIyMkTgrkpFy3okstwrzJOyGWSH0_SLMRkWER0-S5msxp0D-SdsTElu_7ODKPQ0Wuby792W4Shi_Nwpe5Yad6q2cDLHH/s200/IMG_8866.JPG" /></a>The other is Stan's dad, who you can recognize here as the gentleman politely ignoring the ruffians who stand behind him as the <strike>partner in crime</strike> father of said ruffians cracks up.<br /><br />And doesn't he look nice in <strike>pink</strike> salmon?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVW6vnUbIQcoDmsoJIbaq-kKW4h7fcoNtIQ0PRiWWqsjxmz6EoYVOlHOciGBK10U62CFY_vE8nAEspZfRFmBj7kaYXh2CltyEdF_b38OXW_eeufB_oJGooMvzY6JkuD6qQzSVcX-JJA6oU/s1600/IMG_8870.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512722282587147266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVW6vnUbIQcoDmsoJIbaq-kKW4h7fcoNtIQ0PRiWWqsjxmz6EoYVOlHOciGBK10U62CFY_vE8nAEspZfRFmBj7kaYXh2CltyEdF_b38OXW_eeufB_oJGooMvzY6JkuD6qQzSVcX-JJA6oU/s200/IMG_8870.JPG" /></a>Dad just celebrated his 83rd. He said that he & Stan's mom are not planning another big birthday bash for him, as they had when he turned 80, until he turns 90, but I agree with Stan: every year, every day is a gift.<br />Especially if you can celebrate it with ruffians like mine. :-)Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-8149037763248680842010-09-01T09:10:00.003-04:002010-09-01T10:10:20.752-04:00Andrew Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58bYvqUE2hKpbymNTouLP1DnNr_QatrCUT3uwAA9zvlhKlzamUg4CihaGx0sBROmf_QCAouDxbPAAk2el80zoQmrFrAdyhb77KSYu1PBr86xQJ92WZ4Ax2GzyNL2rj9mcafz4PcIE_3_b/s1600/IMG_9453.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58bYvqUE2hKpbymNTouLP1DnNr_QatrCUT3uwAA9zvlhKlzamUg4CihaGx0sBROmf_QCAouDxbPAAk2el80zoQmrFrAdyhb77KSYu1PBr86xQJ92WZ4Ax2GzyNL2rj9mcafz4PcIE_3_b/s200/IMG_9453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511937642521794098" /></a>Today this handsome young man with a wreath on his shoulder will wear this new suit to college because after his classes are completed for the day he is being interviewed for a scholarship. <div><br /></div><div>We received the call about him being a finalist prior to him telling us he had applied - life is busy these days - then he played phone tag with the person doing the scheduling for several days. He was told to dress formally as for a job interview so I was very glad he had the suit in his closet and had already broken it in. I'm sure his time spent in a tux didn't hurt any either.</div><div><br /></div><div>You may think it strange that I'm harping on about what he is wearing but his job as a helpful hardware man requires attire of a decidedly different demeanor. Can you picture him feeding & cleaning up after critters (lizards, snakes, turtles, fish, various rodents), loading up plants & bales of hay or bags of fertilizer, rocks, dirt or filling chlorine containers while wearing a tie? And he has to work on Sundays so usually attends the early service (PTL we have one!) in his nicest work clothes. Days for him to dress up tend to be few so I do my best to make the most of them. :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>Like today. The interview. The potential scholarship. Yes, prayers are always appreciated. Thank you!<br /><div><br /></div><div>This afternoon he is one of who knows how many vying for the prize BUT the only one I know who can pull off that wreath bit & still look dashing. </div></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-30037977443672192702010-08-30T09:54:00.002-04:002010-08-30T10:38:31.055-04:00The Chicken Came First<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vJYPfP7lwsFkpO8CdLD5gEHsT1ipGUYUYV3X9u4gUuQFAYMyvuIkGD9PbbSonmfZ0yAYmJ3TBqWemA7MyZjdmXxJorROK4JzOw5Lg2KaA5FIli6chQKkah-cs202MAksIhbButZ1LljI/s1600/IMG_9104.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vJYPfP7lwsFkpO8CdLD5gEHsT1ipGUYUYV3X9u4gUuQFAYMyvuIkGD9PbbSonmfZ0yAYmJ3TBqWemA7MyZjdmXxJorROK4JzOw5Lg2KaA5FIli6chQKkah-cs202MAksIhbButZ1LljI/s200/IMG_9104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511207615440379554" /></a>Then the coop!<div><br /></div><div>Stan, Caleb & Andrew worked on this in July<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YcY5D-XX1D0QGQGag_CXUX3mQp8lxZSf2KKu1emOG2HlWG-YCMTs2kzK1L-W4KnBgF7SBuMCdcPmpaC_aefUZF61vz-i8MCE4MqjBGcWMBtniWhl3f2P9YZuG8xZuWbdJWtUW2yIr_7m/s1600/IMG_9265.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:10 10px 10px 10;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YcY5D-XX1D0QGQGag_CXUX3mQp8lxZSf2KKu1emOG2HlWG-YCMTs2kzK1L-W4KnBgF7SBuMCdcPmpaC_aefUZF61vz-i8MCE4MqjBGcWMBtniWhl3f2P9YZuG8xZuWbdJWtUW2yIr_7m/s200/IMG_9265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511207603155240434" /></a><br />And early August<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kOpiKXlMudCoLHoq54Sy5k6ut8FUWKb3UweJIFrQ-q1NwBl-azpYgDhdEGthc6HVYDhZdw2jWc4aBV0N5NEYXXBNYw2mBR3SDreSCUH-1UtZ6Id0llrfEC9ChYSdu7zIaCAe6JtFc40C/s1600/IMG_9285.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kOpiKXlMudCoLHoq54Sy5k6ut8FUWKb3UweJIFrQ-q1NwBl-azpYgDhdEGthc6HVYDhZdw2jWc4aBV0N5NEYXXBNYw2mBR3SDreSCUH-1UtZ6Id0llrfEC9ChYSdu7zIaCAe6JtFc40C/s200/IMG_9285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511207595707449282" /></a>The chickens moved in but still like to roam around some. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have nine. The white Ideals from Ace (look like leghorns to me) are the oldest, hatched before Easter...<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmYRE_AqWlInnoZ68wbXJ0k-dVdx0XueXxOroBzhFSTJKH8QYOMsvh1Cy6nAp4bcuHu1MZgxL4zu0JbFpUwhq6dP9FTGN6L6OtuiHvN3f3iafPFyxNWBYEUWDuL49s-tSiTQrVjFUqWDM/s1600/IMG_9450.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmYRE_AqWlInnoZ68wbXJ0k-dVdx0XueXxOroBzhFSTJKH8QYOMsvh1Cy6nAp4bcuHu1MZgxL4zu0JbFpUwhq6dP9FTGN6L6OtuiHvN3f3iafPFyxNWBYEUWDuL49s-tSiTQrVjFUqWDM/s200/IMG_9450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511207583670840658" /></a>and the 2 hens are now laying!</div><div><br /></div><div>Not the dog. She is begging.</div><div>But she will lie down on command. ;-)</div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-51238081084960359502010-08-28T08:20:00.002-04:002010-08-28T08:33:31.826-04:00Polish Chicken<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2j5tMXfNqRaOjJlDomKWXrI2JwGwQBE-2WWjiE30bYewoKs2iuMO3LXenaVaRPAxJyjGM1fC4mVUoCygFBuC0z3Nghj8-8F_-8Yy-8qLWz3xra-3eJoykX_nPweJw3ylab1M7mhVfANX/s1600/IMG_9284.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2j5tMXfNqRaOjJlDomKWXrI2JwGwQBE-2WWjiE30bYewoKs2iuMO3LXenaVaRPAxJyjGM1fC4mVUoCygFBuC0z3Nghj8-8F_-8Yy-8qLWz3xra-3eJoykX_nPweJw3ylab1M7mhVfANX/s200/IMG_9284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510435224815865010" /></a><div>A sure-fire winner of crazy hair day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, that really is a chicken.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, there are eyes in there somewhere; I have seen them.</div><div><br /></div><div>No, I'm not sure if it's a hen or a rooster but the name is Tina Turner so you know what we are hoping. :-)</div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-15709965504505250482010-07-24T10:13:00.001-04:002010-07-24T10:13:51.701-04:00Dr Seuss for 2010<span style="WIDOWS: 2; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate; FONT: medium Helvetica; WHITE-SPACE: normal; ORPHANS: 2; LETTER-SPACING: normal; WORD-SPACING: 0px" class="yiv1799395437yiv1829051970Apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="font-size:6;"><div><span style="WIDOWS: 2; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate; FONT: medium Helvetica; WHITE-SPACE: normal; ORPHANS: 2; LETTER-SPACING: normal; WORD-SPACING: 0px" class="yiv1799395437yiv1829051970Apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="font-size:6;">From an e-mail...</span></span></span></div><div><span style="WIDOWS: 2; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate; FONT: medium Helvetica; WHITE-SPACE: normal; ORPHANS: 2; LETTER-SPACING: normal; WORD-SPACING: 0px" class="yiv1799395437yiv1829051970Apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="font-size:6;"><br /></span></span></span></div>I do not like<br />this Uncle Sam,<br />I do not like<br />his health care scam.<br /><br />I do not like<br />these dirty crooks,<br />or how they lie<br />and cook the books.<br /><br />I do not like<br />when Congress steals,<br />I do not like<br />their secret deals<br /><br />I do not like<br />this Speaker, Nan.<br />I do not like<br />this "YES WE CAN."<br /><br />I do not like<br />this spending spree,<br />I'm smart, I know<br />that nothing's free.<br /><br />I do not like this<br />kind of hope.<br />I do not like it,<br />Nope, nope, nope!<br /><br />I do not like<br />your smug replies<br />when I complain<br />about your lies.<br /><br />So for the future<br />make a note:<br />"I do intend<br />to vote, vote, VOTE!"<br /></span></span></span>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-40369929652328114502010-07-10T07:49:00.000-04:002010-07-10T07:49:00.210-04:00Ken, no, Andrew Doll<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWDbNdPMnBd915COnXlmSLlI4_pbEPjGHCUIqh82B6SFX-yXgV6OT3hSiFnbviAYFNsPLcgZ9Yc4SwSZpWgifK4iOVYr5PkcVhH63NTTdJTpCSo1GbJLHWZAtbCgiV5XBe4U53ea6hSFH/s1600/IMG_9018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 54px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491503126664488194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWDbNdPMnBd915COnXlmSLlI4_pbEPjGHCUIqh82B6SFX-yXgV6OT3hSiFnbviAYFNsPLcgZ9Yc4SwSZpWgifK4iOVYr5PkcVhH63NTTdJTpCSo1GbJLHWZAtbCgiV5XBe4U53ea6hSFH/s200/IMG_9018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NOT! But I thought he looked so handsome in the tux for LAM Opera that I took a couple of pics too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOU9qTwBQ7LQXfDAujuvACTfN4bc_9phRhhVuZjzJQh2zViSDll2bACVBJYDNjoLaFRTFdLIRlsGdmKQ-YGRh2h5mDCg7V6eRDd3JlP_2ZtZYdKCsa7G-4RuiYOruHEUCROyXYGI1aY0uq/s1600/IMG_9015.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491503116114346354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOU9qTwBQ7LQXfDAujuvACTfN4bc_9phRhhVuZjzJQh2zViSDll2bACVBJYDNjoLaFRTFdLIRlsGdmKQ-YGRh2h5mDCg7V6eRDd3JlP_2ZtZYdKCsa7G-4RuiYOruHEUCROyXYGI1aY0uq/s200/IMG_9015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />He is such a model son. :-)<br /><br />Just hope he doesn't hide from my camera from now on...Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-57899510406746431722010-07-08T06:58:00.005-04:002010-07-08T07:48:29.806-04:00Ushering in AndrewWhat would get Andrew into a tux besides his brothers wedding?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQ6Wv5YmxF7ftzxR9zNjyqQuSiYC_zpDD3UP6EeqwYQ7LlHs4jXzyRDLYd3eEq3fqIsnK2DHqzoOcyawM6Pc3aj5mLZP8LxEkL7PBaSBf10um96bt3Wc6Eml0ZfHkiyxPCpC_uM9wJljX/s1600/Andrew3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491493186009782594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQ6Wv5YmxF7ftzxR9zNjyqQuSiYC_zpDD3UP6EeqwYQ7LlHs4jXzyRDLYd3eEq3fqIsnK2DHqzoOcyawM6Pc3aj5mLZP8LxEkL7PBaSBf10um96bt3Wc6Eml0ZfHkiyxPCpC_uM9wJljX/s200/Andrew3.jpg" /></a>A good cause! Lake Area Ministries, our area food bank has been raising money so they can move into a larger location. The latest fund raiser was an Opera - well, excellent singers singing opera songs actually.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRY2tGyACVwV8YB1QCseIWnnWT5sioYc0R51Vxq6HDzDXOIuA8KhAS8W7BsPTy-vAsN3-3eyOZKEng4_kFS_VXssBbW9lFQn9ue4etBcT4TwPUk5Z8KPIkOH6DGpGK2jgJTiKnTQ4RoCL7/s1600/Andrew1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491493179276106226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRY2tGyACVwV8YB1QCseIWnnWT5sioYc0R51Vxq6HDzDXOIuA8KhAS8W7BsPTy-vAsN3-3eyOZKEng4_kFS_VXssBbW9lFQn9ue4etBcT4TwPUk5Z8KPIkOH6DGpGK2jgJTiKnTQ4RoCL7/s200/Andrew1.jpg" /></a>Andrew and his manager at Ace, Kelly, were asked to usher the event with Sweet Peas (florest inside of Ace) providing the tuxes.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOr8pn7fSrYWE_E2spIczDt94uuN45deBL9Csgv4uhJWbhB3CJzoOBFYaF8ZvBBvCTzXXPLlIqixTdSeSO8RVKmXGVC-mgi4fpJzqetMIhkr1Yw6kvTUcYXcNKGlCPzG7yzeBVmkxt8bwb/s1600/Andrew5.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491493167365104562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOr8pn7fSrYWE_E2spIczDt94uuN45deBL9Csgv4uhJWbhB3CJzoOBFYaF8ZvBBvCTzXXPLlIqixTdSeSO8RVKmXGVC-mgi4fpJzqetMIhkr1Yw6kvTUcYXcNKGlCPzG7yzeBVmkxt8bwb/s200/Andrew5.jpg" /></a>I have no photos of the guys in action but heard they stayed busy and did a good job.<br />And LAM has started moving into their new building. PTL!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-59161982663201144612010-07-06T18:56:00.018-04:002010-07-10T08:38:43.141-04:00United We Stand One Nation Under God<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjto-6V-gH0n-cQEfyIrcraGvFdnPIX8Dfm2cmy_urvKYXTsS08GhRbJn9-iHxrH37hAAuZv9FaCTvwyqwxz9JWoIjxA4xOm8aFcrX9sfmYUP37koVqo3NNTDKac13174gxXUtOPPH407Tb/s1600/IMG_9026.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490954805546579474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjto-6V-gH0n-cQEfyIrcraGvFdnPIX8Dfm2cmy_urvKYXTsS08GhRbJn9-iHxrH37hAAuZv9FaCTvwyqwxz9JWoIjxA4xOm8aFcrX9sfmYUP37koVqo3NNTDKac13174gxXUtOPPH407Tb/s200/IMG_9026.JPG" /></a> Two Pioneers pose {you earn an extra 5 points if you can identify the person in the van} as they will carry our American Heritage Girls banner in front of our float. We are parked in our spot putting the finishing touches on everything (and everyone) preparing to walk in the parade > sunscreen on everyone and plenty of water bottles as we nearly roasted last year. Of course, rain was predicted for 11 a.m., parade start time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7mEtRnjYV_1amiZAzkOcBZRZi5L8rPVR3NXwxnL2ny6AGS-XJrhVEXvmFu5A2ayLaNWEiAM0cRPQUnDXBrg_X8RXvJqvtEf3Uk_gjrdlWP9xsxn4Furpddw9TT67kz5MBYi-p0O7y9N_/s1600/IMG_9044.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490954798321266530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7mEtRnjYV_1amiZAzkOcBZRZi5L8rPVR3NXwxnL2ny6AGS-XJrhVEXvmFu5A2ayLaNWEiAM0cRPQUnDXBrg_X8RXvJqvtEf3Uk_gjrdlWP9xsxn4Furpddw9TT67kz5MBYi-p0O7y9N_/s200/IMG_9044.JPG" /></a>Photo shoot time while we wait for the judges to drive past. Jacqui named our float theme One Nation Under God.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2IJLi_Q2gNljc82KdXrgoN_S6RkCbJTuQXot2vR5wmZfoZk2RAaa3CVkHxzSz5gpzGg5F2gIRZbNh3OM6Z3xzGeJLDGO2mtbbRUmqeAgOyJ-0Hr8RhkW972iQgrjut6Sld5wBLvXolZb/s1600/IMG_9049.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490950877608970610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2IJLi_Q2gNljc82KdXrgoN_S6RkCbJTuQXot2vR5wmZfoZk2RAaa3CVkHxzSz5gpzGg5F2gIRZbNh3OM6Z3xzGeJLDGO2mtbbRUmqeAgOyJ-0Hr8RhkW972iQgrjut6Sld5wBLvXolZb/s200/IMG_9049.JPG" /></a>Here's my group of Pioneer/Patriots. Rachel is excited about being the first Patriot (high school age) in the group.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkKVZZsqdslSUUfy06DFIgZphdP_iznPPQo9Ch2jh19yh6tzUyRvzd5bwyqlqOfoFDUN3S3NGT21XIeQ5cOAQPGnxC_LSSxoNvl3GrQKlFqOg-qX2pDPENTItYS5IF69pSmpadLq6iyr_/s1600/IMG_9036.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490950869370049682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkKVZZsqdslSUUfy06DFIgZphdP_iznPPQo9Ch2jh19yh6tzUyRvzd5bwyqlqOfoFDUN3S3NGT21XIeQ5cOAQPGnxC_LSSxoNvl3GrQKlFqOg-qX2pDPENTItYS5IF69pSmpadLq6iyr_/s200/IMG_9036.JPG" /></a>The uniformed paper dolls, standing in AHG unit order:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgFzNysmES-O61xEF31z8KFAUKT_lLf1kGzmK8QBQerimFySH9USdHbhIdTrHOvjn1cSi_QELn7JGtQAIM4uMuGby4mOuUiT7fbGC3XeSwY4Ebzslwpc8CrqOd6rHJCv1Vahza4uSQzpJ/s1600/IMG_9038.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490950858254269250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgFzNysmES-O61xEF31z8KFAUKT_lLf1kGzmK8QBQerimFySH9USdHbhIdTrHOvjn1cSi_QELn7JGtQAIM4uMuGby4mOuUiT7fbGC3XeSwY4Ebzslwpc8CrqOd6rHJCv1Vahza4uSQzpJ/s200/IMG_9038.JPG" /></a>pathfinder (blue T), tenderheart (red vest), explorer (blue vest), pioneer(sash/white shirt), patriot (sash/red shirt) -<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSH5gq7GqEs3-91FrqRxclmD4jT2cDTDE-SH5nE-cX01rTojED6D4G3KRgimgnMz-WC2MrOkdD0LpuOYvl93r5n3ZaGB8ucisrvoV-fZuGrFswBmMUMcUuSIF3XclSRcsRKFrZarYKJbG/s1600/IMG_9037.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490950855097933490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSH5gq7GqEs3-91FrqRxclmD4jT2cDTDE-SH5nE-cX01rTojED6D4G3KRgimgnMz-WC2MrOkdD0LpuOYvl93r5n3ZaGB8ucisrvoV-fZuGrFswBmMUMcUuSIF3XclSRcsRKFrZarYKJbG/s200/IMG_9037.JPG" /></a>spell out the parade theme "United We Stand". Peggy was so organized!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbIqWPEgRWD640hM4kHZLNrKY6kAtOtIgGekujvYAu4sGOL8fBc8-i6HAgJV_z8-R4yOS2nU4yIExvH_eE7A7RtfSqicxar2KxFAvS3UkEd8x5qDsg6g1SuMwjJErPalRWy5Caab4_u7h/s1600/IMG_9057.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490950846723985378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbIqWPEgRWD640hM4kHZLNrKY6kAtOtIgGekujvYAu4sGOL8fBc8-i6HAgJV_z8-R4yOS2nU4yIExvH_eE7A7RtfSqicxar2KxFAvS3UkEd8x5qDsg6g1SuMwjJErPalRWy5Caab4_u7h/s200/IMG_9057.JPG" /></a>And we are off! See me in the red, white & blue floral hat? :-)</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOPjpeF5t4dffDQOS6J5K1pB-NyX1BmZLYpiNmaIU-YnM-AAUpxbSaX_8VUrqSQ0RTDqxXewIePrbMcfe4BmjOwaRVQGUQzW_H8sn1034Tfs4AsZpDrSjb8UVp3th0SfFSL-LFlD9ewzX/s1600/IMG_9065.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490946822610493698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOPjpeF5t4dffDQOS6J5K1pB-NyX1BmZLYpiNmaIU-YnM-AAUpxbSaX_8VUrqSQ0RTDqxXewIePrbMcfe4BmjOwaRVQGUQzW_H8sn1034Tfs4AsZpDrSjb8UVp3th0SfFSL-LFlD9ewzX/s200/IMG_9065.JPG" /></a>Stan & Caleb came to watch. The big guys & Maryn had to work.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjallu8qi-cybjj6sj_Fo1LiPybI7zVrszHcK1q-AXiMOzEHrwFW3QRB4PXTPn0IlsjeyWIJ6kkk6dJQ9GPM2Yp6_3yaroLVo27ewI6Ews8i7Vy0vAP-9_yipt1Ld2_GPqBjr5oT5Bd-nIk/s1600/IMG_9062.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490946817576985154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjallu8qi-cybjj6sj_Fo1LiPybI7zVrszHcK1q-AXiMOzEHrwFW3QRB4PXTPn0IlsjeyWIJ6kkk6dJQ9GPM2Yp6_3yaroLVo27ewI6Ews8i7Vy0vAP-9_yipt1Ld2_GPqBjr5oT5Bd-nIk/s200/IMG_9062.JPG" /></a>Here's the view into "downtown"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5cpFA8T2Y9D16ol45RNcrNtCZRtz2svNfJ5cH5JXfZ7akGokrDovLv223wMVWMpt8A21r5_wNO6Wh7TKWta8KKp3Dog9II8Fuk5RlxIcUfLA-FC3j-PwfrX4H8H9RGQhybA_Qikq4SAtf/s1600/IMG_9079.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490946808966695634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5cpFA8T2Y9D16ol45RNcrNtCZRtz2svNfJ5cH5JXfZ7akGokrDovLv223wMVWMpt8A21r5_wNO6Wh7TKWta8KKp3Dog9II8Fuk5RlxIcUfLA-FC3j-PwfrX4H8H9RGQhybA_Qikq4SAtf/s200/IMG_9079.JPG" /></a>and the rear view.</div><div>As we rode along, we sang the AHG creed and oath songs. Ms Traci kept telling the girls, "Louder!"</div><div>I told them, "Smile and wave!"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wNEtbkuBvPe_zXvmvGDMv9Cf_ujR9GUxRuPMUHtVAvXvnwOOoaW_Iny0_DNPsOXU_eNjtpnxQSEjJ7OUUmmasl0lHmTk8WheJ4r-kfj-_eRWZw8DfCD_5igd9GsMbwiauxgt0XPo4yKE/s1600/IMG_9092.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490946797682152450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wNEtbkuBvPe_zXvmvGDMv9Cf_ujR9GUxRuPMUHtVAvXvnwOOoaW_Iny0_DNPsOXU_eNjtpnxQSEjJ7OUUmmasl0lHmTk8WheJ4r-kfj-_eRWZw8DfCD_5igd9GsMbwiauxgt0XPo4yKE/s200/IMG_9092.JPG" /></a>I enjoyed seeing some folks getting into the spirit of the day. God bless America!<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86oyPazUdstm4z33QEwz-Dt_Jyf-BcOXzvi2Mhgdi4BJJYq2_ZEL-9T9v76qgirD9jVZH1FEwv5khHet6WbdD_RoeXuYug6dZ0Fvoxrn6NMgbFVO90gq5wxpLh2YAFTS2QmhBIS_Wdgcr/s1600/IMG_9088.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490946790731608162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86oyPazUdstm4z33QEwz-Dt_Jyf-BcOXzvi2Mhgdi4BJJYq2_ZEL-9T9v76qgirD9jVZH1FEwv5khHet6WbdD_RoeXuYug6dZ0Fvoxrn6NMgbFVO90gq5wxpLh2YAFTS2QmhBIS_Wdgcr/s200/IMG_9088.JPG" /></a>Many smiled and waved back at us. It was fun seeing many friends in the crowd - a benefit of living in a small town. :-) Sometimes people applauded when the girls got to the end of a song.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZAQR8M7TySobykisYY0zUnp7RV9aPGUmblbrjrFo7tz-_849kF30chpjtWWqDjHs3skoOoAMcFbHZS7PSr0x_oVlOuJIk2rfp9Tu9Wnq9jAP_Ug2rBj5DM46BzZRUOlR4IltN8fiHD2I/s1600/IMG_9091.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490941156281687442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZAQR8M7TySobykisYY0zUnp7RV9aPGUmblbrjrFo7tz-_849kF30chpjtWWqDjHs3skoOoAMcFbHZS7PSr0x_oVlOuJIk2rfp9Tu9Wnq9jAP_Ug2rBj5DM46BzZRUOlR4IltN8fiHD2I/s200/IMG_9091.JPG" /></a>"I have a creed (I have a creed) That I live by (that I live by) that helps me choose (that helps me choose) the way that's right (the way that's right). I have a creed that I live by that helps me choose the way that's right. I'll be compassionate, helpful and honest. I'll be loyal, perseverant and pure. I'll be resourceful, respectful, responsible and reverent. This will be my creed..."<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Kt3wUubMHAxWeXLZD4yZWbVuUWrmnU4lfJz5B4AkOCOAN3s7hU5c358J386-511J6xQ1b3nG8Nn6hXsV51qmFoRSe_gR_IUK_z-GBVde9BKePVar8jUPEQsj8zua5pD-FFUl8CvNs8rS/s1600/IMG_9095.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490941144705381346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Kt3wUubMHAxWeXLZD4yZWbVuUWrmnU4lfJz5B4AkOCOAN3s7hU5c358J386-511J6xQ1b3nG8Nn6hXsV51qmFoRSe_gR_IUK_z-GBVde9BKePVar8jUPEQsj8zua5pD-FFUl8CvNs8rS/s200/IMG_9095.JPG" /></a>How can you prove you are patriotic? Just decorate your livestock!</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGnv_LgunQvyHnTWqYZ0_zmzbUFNtvezmtHCGJ5W0YDfcbpFzKPi_Hos-k7om44113IwAmar1UIqniFF7ZZ6qNx8_4bNK1-dyg2kit_HcKKDzakjnusJpNQrUEcQX_GaU-vGHiRSRd8ap/s1600/IMG_9067.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490941140300175378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGnv_LgunQvyHnTWqYZ0_zmzbUFNtvezmtHCGJ5W0YDfcbpFzKPi_Hos-k7om44113IwAmar1UIqniFF7ZZ6qNx8_4bNK1-dyg2kit_HcKKDzakjnusJpNQrUEcQX_GaU-vGHiRSRd8ap/s200/IMG_9067.JPG" /></a>Here we are close to the downtown craft show. Doesn't Laran's hair look beautiful?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyakDCfW0d8YCDJEacDer9k0EeIXhBKbFk4ZGrCwkmhmHtw6cUlRewcT41f-L8yd2Vfa8wmGbXX2mG5dm_4d2LAy69qdA1xsvMzedKlb37W4kjXzWBUuT82PziiJHbT0mOfKRoCXi2OtiK/s1600/IMG_9083.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490941131438338194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyakDCfW0d8YCDJEacDer9k0EeIXhBKbFk4ZGrCwkmhmHtw6cUlRewcT41f-L8yd2Vfa8wmGbXX2mG5dm_4d2LAy69qdA1xsvMzedKlb37W4kjXzWBUuT82PziiJHbT0mOfKRoCXi2OtiK/s200/IMG_9083.JPG" /></a>Some of the girls handed out leaflets telling about AHG which they offered to families with girls.<br />There's my Rachel in her red patriot shirt.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ890_XEX9SnO4zk2rEEr2d_uGYjYHleO17999uMSBm8guAmgue_WGOOqiN-dBdyN-fBJbidZAvfTTfAsSfAhvorvFWS7JafEsEMuHs1MESXscT2fmUGYoZLcuj2CSMlRuYC4fgabSSoS2/s1600/IMG_9101.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490941120344837762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ890_XEX9SnO4zk2rEEr2d_uGYjYHleO17999uMSBm8guAmgue_WGOOqiN-dBdyN-fBJbidZAvfTTfAsSfAhvorvFWS7JafEsEMuHs1MESXscT2fmUGYoZLcuj2CSMlRuYC4fgabSSoS2/s200/IMG_9101.JPG" /></a></div>See how thrilled the girls are to have won the "Best Youth Float" trophy for the second year in a row, the second year of our troop existance? <div><br /></div><div>More important are the young lives, impacted, we leaders & parents pray, by the AHG themes and goals: building women of integrity, promising to love God, cherish their family, honor their country and serve in their community, remembering what an American Heritage Girl is supposed to be to help them choose the Way that is Right.</div><div>Amen.</div></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-33104619822194278692010-07-02T09:41:00.003-04:002010-07-02T10:26:33.893-04:00Where do I beginto catch up? When one gets as behind as I am in blogging, one must start with today!<br />On in this case, yesterday.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyuaMp5QEImMfdhsTN17sL4VwIjIq1qfmVLjju1_wp_b0exG5XEcNmIiApTYkKEcoemYpyX57uR9M-_CaiRauhy28WAkAuH6NpVXe_lQKIBhMGN0W2pmlyLDqLZf00Bt6RRDebA9RUpOm/s1600/IMG_9021.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489306053963672258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyuaMp5QEImMfdhsTN17sL4VwIjIq1qfmVLjju1_wp_b0exG5XEcNmIiApTYkKEcoemYpyX57uR9M-_CaiRauhy28WAkAuH6NpVXe_lQKIBhMGN0W2pmlyLDqLZf00Bt6RRDebA9RUpOm/s200/IMG_9021.JPG" /></a>Here is Peggy watching Cricket cut out paper dolls for the parade.<br /><br />What a COOL MACHINE!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6dtf7q5GcJdkYS9r0agNaTj2sbYAisOQr-tOtOviPDiqlRJeSjUroVFMyOTKTaAgplubkssh36E5H1NWDfMsA9M600jaEO8dH3XOdvFR6BArSucs9GarKep9jnZv-r1-svbRL2q9mpxg/s1600/IMG_9020.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489306042901464866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6dtf7q5GcJdkYS9r0agNaTj2sbYAisOQr-tOtOviPDiqlRJeSjUroVFMyOTKTaAgplubkssh36E5H1NWDfMsA9M600jaEO8dH3XOdvFR6BArSucs9GarKep9jnZv-r1-svbRL2q9mpxg/s200/IMG_9020.JPG" /></a>See all the excited dollies we have cut out, pieced together & clothed?<br /><br />No streakers allowed at our parade, although I suppose that would get AHG into the paper BUT it would not be in line with our motto of raising women of integrity so no matter how HOT & MUGGY the weather > the dolls shall remain clothed. I know you are much relieved.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikG5Ou_up8otUEpqW_l4hFd_sgpUC8ovRoYlnQX9CUaKSedS0Oen2-f0CCOGjVcd_ZkbVLoAkfdK4seieTkEIxQxl6_E3YtMq3QQvo2PUXLbIX0lBCyY9ToI6kBqRMutVZjUUqlDO6GU8/s1600/IMG_9022.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489306033745623122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikG5Ou_up8otUEpqW_l4hFd_sgpUC8ovRoYlnQX9CUaKSedS0Oen2-f0CCOGjVcd_ZkbVLoAkfdK4seieTkEIxQxl6_E3YtMq3QQvo2PUXLbIX0lBCyY9ToI6kBqRMutVZjUUqlDO6GU8/s200/IMG_9022.JPG" /></a>Now we are not doing this because we like to play with paperdolls but because we love our daughters who will <a href="http://37blessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-for-faith-family-friends.html">once again this year </a>be on a float in the Independence Day parade with their American Heritage Girls troop - providing it doesn't get rained out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68Vg_9A6pa7O1Bl77EK4YKg6tscOJ6zMmtDAUYVorI6pjCthGHpUqFoqdlzbh7c64iavJYebETofqFvdAFDxsrYIAwKXlFRgZxB7dfOOD3SO2-CwJTKM7CzuVkChzj_n8eqAYrmd-Gc4R/s1600/IMG_9023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489306021639566578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68Vg_9A6pa7O1Bl77EK4YKg6tscOJ6zMmtDAUYVorI6pjCthGHpUqFoqdlzbh7c64iavJYebETofqFvdAFDxsrYIAwKXlFRgZxB7dfOOD3SO2-CwJTKM7CzuVkChzj_n8eqAYrmd-Gc4R/s200/IMG_9023.JPG" /></a>See, these little paper AHGers have no rain gear...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVU4unywYz9WEjUWCv0KnMc7adK5Y4UtilM872BxhDZcApMGbXiuYa-TRWrZhSlbx8eJG-kAjDvMupi4zL5JVkej6vOIgEXyoZ-FjjAgYWmNhHtHwLXZy3pGXYXl-weDQHWOLSMfThMKVz/s1600/IMG_9025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 10px 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489306013183948370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVU4unywYz9WEjUWCv0KnMc7adK5Y4UtilM872BxhDZcApMGbXiuYa-TRWrZhSlbx8eJG-kAjDvMupi4zL5JVkej6vOIgEXyoZ-FjjAgYWmNhHtHwLXZy3pGXYXl-weDQHWOLSMfThMKVz/s200/IMG_9025.JPG" /></a>unless today we can find some place to laminate them. In that case, they'll be better prepared than the girls. :-)<br /><br /><br />United we stand as One Nation under God.<br /><br /><div></div></div>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-28498240722631336602010-06-22T10:55:00.002-04:002010-06-22T11:10:09.120-04:00Ten Stories NOT in the NewsI found this to be interesting & thought you might also:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.infowars.com/ten-stories-in-the-news-that-the-bp-oil-spill-is-overshadowing/">http://www.infowars.com/ten-stories-in-the-news-that-the-bp-oil-spill-is-overshadowing/</a><br /><br />Reminded me that things that go on in the world reflect things that happen in individual lives. Do you, as I do, spend too much time focusing in one or two areas that other things may be neglected, MAYBE on purpose?<br /><br />My choices for my life will not have the long term consequences for the world that the above mentioned government policies will, if passed. Sigh!! Yet as this morning's Bible reading & Pastor's Sunday sermon (May All Who Come Behind Me Find Me Faithful) point out, my decisions will certainly impact my own life awa that of those around me.<br /><br />So I want to do it right! Only with God's help is a semblance of that even remotely possible.<br /><br />Lord, help me to see all that I'm supposed to & not neglect things that need attention. Please open the eyes of our government leaders that they will not continue down this destructive path of socialism. Please open the eyes of the nation to see the truth and let Your Truth set us all free.Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-13706964162237049352010-06-11T10:47:00.002-04:002010-06-11T11:03:27.693-04:00How would you live if you knew it was your last day?But who knows that? I had no idea 25 years ago on my way to work that a bad car accident would alter my life: marriage, work, day-to-day activities, the works. The life I once had was so changed that<br /><br />I count today as my 3rd birthday.<br /><br />My first birthday was when I was born physically.<br /><br />The second was when I gave my life to the Lord & He gave me a new heart.<br /><br />25 years ago as my '69 Mustang spun out of control from one side of the highway into oncoming traffic:<br />"I cried unto to the Lord with my voice and He heard me out of His holy ear." (from "Thou O Lord")<br />I really did. I looked right up into His face and called to Him, "Oh, God!!!"<br />He heard me and I did not die.<br /><br />Some driving past thought, "Someone must have died in this horrible accident." Some prayed for me. Some came to see me in the hospital. Some nearly passed out in the hall. Some sent flowers and cards.<br /><br />I thought, "If I were dead, this wouldn't hurt so much - but my poor new husband Stan."<br /><br />Some doctors said, "If this, if that, if only ________, you would have died." Then several used their God-given skills to put me back together so that eventually all my parts worked the right way again.<br /><br />Some others looked at everything and said, "God is not finished with you yet."<br /><br />I lived and healed and grew.<br />And I said, "Thank You, God, for LIFE. This life is Yours, whatever You give me to do."<br />Then He blessed me with a stronger marriage, a closer walk, an appreciation for life, the knowledge that I can survive pain and be stronger for it.<br /><br />Every day is a gift indeed.<br />So live it that way. <br />You do not know what tomorrow holds. I pray you know WHO holds your tomorrow.Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-32642339633133951742010-05-11T15:24:00.001-04:002010-05-13T08:57:06.134-04:00Mother's Day 2010-Amber Rollins Testimony.wmvThis was shared at church on Mother's Day. A sweet testimony from a girl we've known 13 years.<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/EmDUtTTJVEU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmDUtTTJVEU&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmDUtTTJVEU&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-40257430817182314442010-04-01T11:21:00.004-04:002010-04-01T11:38:26.877-04:00Wisdom vs FoolishnessInteresting quote emailed from my aunt.<br /><br />"The danger to America is not Barack Obama, but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the presidency. It will be easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to an electorate willing to have such a man for their president. The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Obama, who is a mere symptom of what ails us. Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince. The republic can survive a Barack Obama. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools such as those who made him their president." Author Unknown<br /><br />Pray for a great evangelistic revival in America. Jesus is the only answer.<br /><br />Proverbs 1:7<br />The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise <strong>wisdom</strong> and discipline.<br />Proverbs 2:6<br /><strong>For the LORD gives wisdom</strong>, and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.<br />Proverbs 2:12<br /><strong>Wisdom</strong> will save you from the ways of wicked men, from men whose words are perverse<br />Proverbs 4:5 - 7<br />Get <strong>wisdom</strong>, get understanding; do not forget my words or swerve from them. Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you. Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding.<br />Proverbs 4:11<br /><strong>I [God] guide you in the way of wisdom</strong> and lead you along straight paths.<br />Proverbs 8:12<br />"I, <strong>wisdom</strong>, dwell together with prudence; I possess knowledge and discretion."<br />Proverbs 9:10<br />"<strong>The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom</strong>, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.<br />Proverbs 17:16<br />Of what use is money in the hand of a fool, since he has no desire to get <strong>wisdom</strong>?Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727785398297790912.post-67076268975117272112010-03-16T08:02:00.004-04:002010-03-16T23:34:58.886-04:00Silver Anniversary25 years.<br />Over half of my life.<br />Not quite half of Stan's.<br /><br />1 fun wedding day; 1 life changing car accident<br />2 jobs for Stan, one at a time, most of the time on B shift (evening)<br />3 houses, also one at a time<br />4 children currently aged 21, 19, 16, 13<br />5 dogs, one right now<br />6 cats with half of those living here now.<br />STOP!<br /><br />I don't have time to come up with a full list of 25 things since our day is full of LAEP set construction & SR Library clean-up (yes, we are going two separate directions; life is full & blessed) so I'll just hit some biggies:<br /><br />13 years in FL for Stan. The rest of us celebrate that milestone Memorial Day weekend > so that's half of our married life in FL.<br /><br />16 years homeschooling with the end in sight; 4 years to go. It's strange even to imagine this ride being over.<br />Field trips and road trips and trips to the ER<br />We've been through droughts and floods and hurricanes (you may think I jest but it is true).<br /><br />20 motor vehicles = cars, trucks, vans & motorcycles > not all road worthy, many having at some time to be dragged home from beside the road and Stan becoming much more familiar with their innerworkings than he desired. PTL for my handy mechanic!<br /><br />25 years of God's faithfulness & blessing.Pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818842456579451011noreply@blogger.com1