tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16430323812692901542024-02-22T05:34:15.352-08:00LifesongMay the words I say and the things I to, make my lifesong sing and bring a smile to You.Jordan Schaeferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16912226204745539496noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-50507288681077744152010-06-13T02:26:00.000-07:002010-06-13T02:26:58.693-07:00"I'm leaving, on a jet plane.."Apologies for the lack of post, we've been super busy the last few weeks.<br />
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Why?<br />
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Well, we're leaving. On a jet plane. To Europe. Tomorrow!<br />
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Mom started another blog that she'll try to keep updated on our two week adventure, right here:<br />
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<a href="http://schaefereuropeanadventure2010.blogspot.com/">http://schaefereuropeanadventure2010.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Please pray for us, and we'll "see" you back home in two weeks!Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-39330483878990250812010-05-12T18:29:00.000-07:002010-05-12T18:29:12.838-07:00"I wanna hold your hand.."<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Hey Lena," Gregory asked, "Do you think you think I could hold your hand?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsucLkAIcx2CAmNJPBCgZjU2G7t8X-UlXMUDfFgcuTBYnHRAlKlob_YCfkY-r1bT9VMVGjy74Az9RsrHMPK5EY9ZrZKnd01D4rVPlu1DGjHxJfHApxBT6l90RW9-bCJj-r5xC2DCCqZw/s1600/IMG_2137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsucLkAIcx2CAmNJPBCgZjU2G7t8X-UlXMUDfFgcuTBYnHRAlKlob_YCfkY-r1bT9VMVGjy74Az9RsrHMPK5EY9ZrZKnd01D4rVPlu1DGjHxJfHApxBT6l90RW9-bCJj-r5xC2DCCqZw/s400/IMG_2137.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"'Cause I need some help goin' up the hill."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Title lyrics from <em>I Want To Hold Your Hand </em>by The Beatles)</span></div>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-12198175196206674982010-05-09T11:34:00.000-07:002010-05-11T18:41:05.775-07:00"Come on in boy, sit on down and tell 'bout yourself.."I'm sorry for the lack of posts lately.. Our church hosted a retreat this weekend and we were busy preparing for it last week. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOMDWhfJ1laLbjZw1NKqVbcTtQLW5MEfq4JT9oS4UGncZgK9X_CP1Q09n-0Cf-Vm41ZfyURzKy1UGNSQMBX-TpgWtOja9yDRxOMCd5S982Zz6Jgk2sTRLkMVCXOK2c6FVs3QdYOUfMN8/s1600/IMG_4001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOMDWhfJ1laLbjZw1NKqVbcTtQLW5MEfq4JT9oS4UGncZgK9X_CP1Q09n-0Cf-Vm41ZfyURzKy1UGNSQMBX-TpgWtOja9yDRxOMCd5S982Zz6Jgk2sTRLkMVCXOK2c6FVs3QdYOUfMN8/s400/IMG_4001.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>This little boy is such a talker.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2vKM84XQL5lPWhi-xNcsC9FQZDIMueO2Vd6YmRVP7hd0_2DDHVqwscypZ57WpkRAXe2Q7bfXygPq-5pWtFqf_PHR2Rc8Lgq04nwJ_uWYdmOMkPc134_wK4-QUt-aRfp2y4RRCw4S3Tc/s1600/IMG_3998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2vKM84XQL5lPWhi-xNcsC9FQZDIMueO2Vd6YmRVP7hd0_2DDHVqwscypZ57WpkRAXe2Q7bfXygPq-5pWtFqf_PHR2Rc8Lgq04nwJ_uWYdmOMkPc134_wK4-QUt-aRfp2y4RRCw4S3Tc/s400/IMG_3998.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>He was talking to Grandma yesterday and told her all about his day on Saturday, and his day yesterday. He talked about how he went to a birthday party, and all about what was in his goody bag. He explained to her all about how it was not his birthday, but he still got a present, the goody bag.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8Iyj8a3GaWcndjf-JcwrZIB0KUnTQU_ERZX2uUbH7ZsJlLSJs8hpPXZ5ccbkzfOkke3XEapZsQXXclxCoY3ZrcN3z5UCKm6KgZgG40JhoMB6hf1ko4Aiwi6lEXjcej7yz7om4qAaJ9c/s1600/IMG_3966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8Iyj8a3GaWcndjf-JcwrZIB0KUnTQU_ERZX2uUbH7ZsJlLSJs8hpPXZ5ccbkzfOkke3XEapZsQXXclxCoY3ZrcN3z5UCKm6KgZgG40JhoMB6hf1ko4Aiwi6lEXjcej7yz7om4qAaJ9c/s400/IMG_3966.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>He is so silly. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSNHvtCn13zdKek0V0G4ktSc-cxb4op6EpeCdF0DBLhvxqAUXlrJEnLZ7FQUOCVndCNyLLIvuTJ-uXHxH1dyOoo6_iZ9KVopUIFt32mcjC4FCossoXyiPejBki4RrC3dLx8Du2D_sfk8/s1600/IMG_3962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSNHvtCn13zdKek0V0G4ktSc-cxb4op6EpeCdF0DBLhvxqAUXlrJEnLZ7FQUOCVndCNyLLIvuTJ-uXHxH1dyOoo6_iZ9KVopUIFt32mcjC4FCossoXyiPejBki4RrC3dLx8Du2D_sfk8/s400/IMG_3962.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>I was talking to him today, about, you know.. Everything!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22sp5beti81qsJcVUjybMLEReAg0zhieyFLsrKd2CiBGispq_x7Mgb07EimTXJpzz504LkuiaBR_Un_ssoUvIIsdQU56bAaZAj5kQKAtfgcFbUzDmzIq30kqDJFarkY9GmuayPDjFrak/s1600/IMG_3943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22sp5beti81qsJcVUjybMLEReAg0zhieyFLsrKd2CiBGispq_x7Mgb07EimTXJpzz504LkuiaBR_Un_ssoUvIIsdQU56bAaZAj5kQKAtfgcFbUzDmzIq30kqDJFarkY9GmuayPDjFrak/s400/IMG_3943.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>I asked him if he was excited about going to Europe soon.. and he said not really.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGlyMtxMR1u_tUK81kgbfeMWC9csfQZXjJ3LiVQIpG1Z2Zdi-sbmk5WDbj58ZxNLUrJYW-1hb81_zKpaZ2Kq0XGARqWVTD4kK3wVmZVQn24O03S5vCyX7qsexgkbGxNscge39hIf5NPI/s1600/IMG_3999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGlyMtxMR1u_tUK81kgbfeMWC9csfQZXjJ3LiVQIpG1Z2Zdi-sbmk5WDbj58ZxNLUrJYW-1hb81_zKpaZ2Kq0XGARqWVTD4kK3wVmZVQn24O03S5vCyX7qsexgkbGxNscge39hIf5NPI/s400/IMG_3999.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>"Because, in Europe I'll have to eat really, really grose things, like Frog legs and TOMATOES! Ewww!"<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYJ1CpejVk62KhG1ka8MomVRQrY6zbE5hRvdcdGaFTdJRvmmO4iGE-kNNVfgxKD90RNLTH7NvCyFtjAuJSgi5lMbvMm_3hUybA51SKXW95sWZ3J6JGwxybx4-jcHJOAAGMtRIJsX59sc/s1600/IMG_3961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYJ1CpejVk62KhG1ka8MomVRQrY6zbE5hRvdcdGaFTdJRvmmO4iGE-kNNVfgxKD90RNLTH7NvCyFtjAuJSgi5lMbvMm_3hUybA51SKXW95sWZ3J6JGwxybx4-jcHJOAAGMtRIJsX59sc/s400/IMG_3961.JPG" tt="true" width="312" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When actually this silly boy has told us that he was super excited about trying all the different foods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GWV0bOP_3e1eF4aX_EHrYIPeP9ZuG28GmY8rpq42ujs-Vjtpn6GzxvotuzxHnAk60kcwHhFoAdT5pLED39iwUiTN2LQwLxXXHpzlSrO5hV7SiJNkCma-aAjELBoLeuYIfrtruOiY1J4/s1600/IMG_3952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GWV0bOP_3e1eF4aX_EHrYIPeP9ZuG28GmY8rpq42ujs-Vjtpn6GzxvotuzxHnAk60kcwHhFoAdT5pLED39iwUiTN2LQwLxXXHpzlSrO5hV7SiJNkCma-aAjELBoLeuYIfrtruOiY1J4/s400/IMG_3952.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"And Lena!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihL8J8YmgLwts_vZN3uBb68NdVA0sVSWJ50bDtD1MEfthlY-iFtcCPk2QOBQQlW8Hdw5CDXXb-c9o8iGdaPbvt4YzhCoFmDLp05RAhXsAY4tOVENzudCrX7Vdg1eML2FFUWBGM2TQ8T6M/s1600/IMG_3987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihL8J8YmgLwts_vZN3uBb68NdVA0sVSWJ50bDtD1MEfthlY-iFtcCPk2QOBQQlW8Hdw5CDXXb-c9o8iGdaPbvt4YzhCoFmDLp05RAhXsAY4tOVENzudCrX7Vdg1eML2FFUWBGM2TQ8T6M/s400/IMG_3987.JPG" tt="true" width="318" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Did you know, that in, umm.. Italy we can eat ice cream for dinner, lunch</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and breakfast!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EiWmzvHJz5DvutFi3p_9DOgy-Pg-aYuiAST9yg1cbnVu2fqgfT9lTzZdrvVQMwWl-JkVmUJMOST43yQYyzIgCBmWMU2tazsVTfA6xfrwTwquA-hcX7qZQHYpOZMuOUG7GDmi0DKLbgY/s1600/IMG_3970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EiWmzvHJz5DvutFi3p_9DOgy-Pg-aYuiAST9yg1cbnVu2fqgfT9lTzZdrvVQMwWl-JkVmUJMOST43yQYyzIgCBmWMU2tazsVTfA6xfrwTwquA-hcX7qZQHYpOZMuOUG7GDmi0DKLbgY/s400/IMG_3970.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Really? Who told you this?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HCsPXi4nG3j2KXcIRuyxecN6iHQ74SM1DDNuTyemNpgdhnpFsGQ8nkdkGrRqONzSicnufvLJUdn5zHRezOk2cAF2Unj3_wyMBAPpXoFGdX886oMT1byPpG8Y_OkgWh-clrf3CZyJ_G8/s1600/IMG_3963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HCsPXi4nG3j2KXcIRuyxecN6iHQ74SM1DDNuTyemNpgdhnpFsGQ8nkdkGrRqONzSicnufvLJUdn5zHRezOk2cAF2Unj3_wyMBAPpXoFGdX886oMT1byPpG8Y_OkgWh-clrf3CZyJ_G8/s400/IMG_3963.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Oh, my dentist girl." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGI9nriklLURvPDYrjaSNmvDEJmvHmKFIUarhCwOdMOXQPTH0NhgFK0zf6Rofc2p_qiz9UXqAaiGl5MGR-FXk5Gwk5mLQKVWrgPfOG5lGH3UhPuEB9Ga2zeEsztOEXRfp_tPiNcixGbnI/s1600/IMG_3969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGI9nriklLURvPDYrjaSNmvDEJmvHmKFIUarhCwOdMOXQPTH0NhgFK0zf6Rofc2p_qiz9UXqAaiGl5MGR-FXk5Gwk5mLQKVWrgPfOG5lGH3UhPuEB9Ga2zeEsztOEXRfp_tPiNcixGbnI/s400/IMG_3969.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"And Lena, did you know, I have pwoblems saying my awws (Rs)?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_7rCJV3I_-nc58uQOebWCv6UmqXlGlNg0L_sUA_YMkgmDc6M0Ayb7EGdbKvaDmK_XutU13zR-MQK_IV-WKHsuukTNEh3U_dhpDpgJCZLo0ZDTt2RMl4E3vsGPLBJFtNLTFaDpLfhrOo/s1600/IMG_3948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_7rCJV3I_-nc58uQOebWCv6UmqXlGlNg0L_sUA_YMkgmDc6M0Ayb7EGdbKvaDmK_XutU13zR-MQK_IV-WKHsuukTNEh3U_dhpDpgJCZLo0ZDTt2RMl4E3vsGPLBJFtNLTFaDpLfhrOo/s400/IMG_3948.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"I can't say my awws. I'm like Bawbawa Waltuws." </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBDJp337LK1qdVsB7NqlXrfSpMzVe__Y3Q6DBrnNtXhcl9LQKEL6NjxaUcJuT1Kqs0FXV-Cb1UspC4IzT8fQGbGBWS5RfMdvgHrq-jexv1dYU5mdqyT9Xpz10lxZHE3XES34P2k2yKI4/s1600/IMG_3951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBDJp337LK1qdVsB7NqlXrfSpMzVe__Y3Q6DBrnNtXhcl9LQKEL6NjxaUcJuT1Kqs0FXV-Cb1UspC4IzT8fQGbGBWS5RfMdvgHrq-jexv1dYU5mdqyT9Xpz10lxZHE3XES34P2k2yKI4/s400/IMG_3951.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>Yes, he really said this. He can say his R sound now, but a while ago he was embarrassed that he still couldn't say his Rs right, and we told him that he was only five and there are adults that can't say their names correctly, because they can't say their Rs. And he remembered. This silly, silly boy.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6tyTMSqCTgFqwpXUJFh1y4dPwCp6YFpezCg7mNCucppepj6DIuqOjzF2HNJqpV9vi112YFqCXny7VL0w2QWZ4ZBU-XPwIjaOr7VeVwMIvSP6gT5eLU6ItZef7FhShBA03MozJ2XVn1k/s1600/IMG_3978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6tyTMSqCTgFqwpXUJFh1y4dPwCp6YFpezCg7mNCucppepj6DIuqOjzF2HNJqpV9vi112YFqCXny7VL0w2QWZ4ZBU-XPwIjaOr7VeVwMIvSP6gT5eLU6ItZef7FhShBA03MozJ2XVn1k/s400/IMG_3978.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"I'm gonna be a Astronot-Painter.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-z52jSaWH_EpcNm5AOQG3BTt_ot2U4M6olBAxqcWX_g7vKv6-E8ViKNPmJzWOz3fc2HmFtlQyFf9O_fkIMb7ShiQMwzguPG6y-PP9lEc_Q2jANcDKYaUPwQDjnKfzRokuPLRMsBeQKo/s1600/IMG_3993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-z52jSaWH_EpcNm5AOQG3BTt_ot2U4M6olBAxqcWX_g7vKv6-E8ViKNPmJzWOz3fc2HmFtlQyFf9O_fkIMb7ShiQMwzguPG6y-PP9lEc_Q2jANcDKYaUPwQDjnKfzRokuPLRMsBeQKo/s400/IMG_3993.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"I'll go to space, and I'll paint the moon, and planets and stars and the sun!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3AOaJK5-0CISMwcqBlucNOoq2mayrWuM3E1JezIM5krNBpXj5QG8ypr-iFGs9GL5oXxoH5Dec21hdHEhlw4q9HZ1j1y1bEAnqOhppiRbb5azJDn15pgt_dRyJhE1yjNDaJYsuFYmfnA/s1600/IMG_3995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3AOaJK5-0CISMwcqBlucNOoq2mayrWuM3E1JezIM5krNBpXj5QG8ypr-iFGs9GL5oXxoH5Dec21hdHEhlw4q9HZ1j1y1bEAnqOhppiRbb5azJDn15pgt_dRyJhE1yjNDaJYsuFYmfnA/s400/IMG_3995.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>"An' I'll make these awesome dark sun glasses so that I can look at the sun, really close!"<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Title lyrics from <em>Cleaning This Gun</em> by Rodney Atkins)</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-64276674744548870602010-05-03T17:49:00.000-07:002010-05-03T18:23:28.272-07:00"It's a brother and a sister kinda thing.."<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our family has always enjoyed playing games. It get's kinda crazy around here sometimes, as we're <strike>extremely</strike> slightly competitive. This <em>could</em> be why we like these games so much. One of our new favorites is: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpryD-pX0CB-eqfXa1NqlvQwWvXNj_btPnIMary7ZU_ydxKg3j-u4SVYgJtqQZr1ONmSyE2eT1-xLORa8trMWaEyVRKiVTYQVFAZmOQqeRaeyiwLoYymt2d3vVok8PvSpWLOKotV-4NQ/s1600/Photo200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpryD-pX0CB-eqfXa1NqlvQwWvXNj_btPnIMary7ZU_ydxKg3j-u4SVYgJtqQZr1ONmSyE2eT1-xLORa8trMWaEyVRKiVTYQVFAZmOQqeRaeyiwLoYymt2d3vVok8PvSpWLOKotV-4NQ/s400/Photo200.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Jordan gave it to us for Christmas knowing how amazing it is.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU963UKeJMzguX7Ww7_2IoDgpOfrEkkHaG6FONHBadgWnZT1gOcurBg0m7_LVZPKXQRCM5jeoqgcHsOjczs9WDx4cHfnGhcwux_yunx80z4XI0VYHFhHp0hFNeb-WNk4gSnwq0cnw7CXc/s1600/Photo186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU963UKeJMzguX7Ww7_2IoDgpOfrEkkHaG6FONHBadgWnZT1gOcurBg0m7_LVZPKXQRCM5jeoqgcHsOjczs9WDx4cHfnGhcwux_yunx80z4XI0VYHFhHp0hFNeb-WNk4gSnwq0cnw7CXc/s400/Photo186.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The goal is to use every single one of your letter pieces in a huge crossword puzzle, no names, abbreviations or slang terms are allowed (e.g. "Yo" or "Sup.")</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKHXzPeC9Xj8paVSST3TFD0aEm2yUPpkOPySTlT_r8dZs7G-AwevFz9urikhH1rdWRD5-HTL7N4qqoSUxIN3EKTvbqBzumJX20lA2J9Y1UaymI6zVNg9Jal5s7E7TCE7I2247GwdrM_k/s1600/Photo181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKHXzPeC9Xj8paVSST3TFD0aEm2yUPpkOPySTlT_r8dZs7G-AwevFz9urikhH1rdWRD5-HTL7N4qqoSUxIN3EKTvbqBzumJX20lA2J9Y1UaymI6zVNg9Jal5s7E7TCE7I2247GwdrM_k/s400/Photo181.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You start with 15 pieces, and try to put them all together into words as fast as you can!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiSZ_DTC5WQAlSSmm5u5eBiyDoaW8fMADey8rs-YcE3_0EFn_J7fymOWqHcH9f7ZITn3D-YSbW2rjzFytzVM_PCcOXcLidgrhpdKxpSOkCJO07eW6oCjmVab0dvKdmOWlJ_nkUQoF3QQ/s1600/Photo182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiSZ_DTC5WQAlSSmm5u5eBiyDoaW8fMADey8rs-YcE3_0EFn_J7fymOWqHcH9f7ZITn3D-YSbW2rjzFytzVM_PCcOXcLidgrhpdKxpSOkCJO07eW6oCjmVab0dvKdmOWlJ_nkUQoF3QQ/s400/Photo182.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The first person to do so correctly shouts "Bananagrams!" and each player grabs five more pieces. You can now try to add it to the words you've already made, or sometimes you just can't. So you need to re-assemble your puzzle to fit the new pieces.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOO9XpoCy81FkKSQSNSCZQGLqxM-Kck4cr9ymp-uer7QKtRBxy1YM3GMMo375MoLAJdttzSt2Z2KfCZyEUJ0Z5-2hFkgwOHTMGk9j-68dwtfQDHOLNM_ebDlEzOQDwTqXxhKzKAcDZ6E/s1600/Photo192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOO9XpoCy81FkKSQSNSCZQGLqxM-Kck4cr9ymp-uer7QKtRBxy1YM3GMMo375MoLAJdttzSt2Z2KfCZyEUJ0Z5-2hFkgwOHTMGk9j-68dwtfQDHOLNM_ebDlEzOQDwTqXxhKzKAcDZ6E/s400/Photo192.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It gets rather insane <em>occasionaly. </em>Like, when you have two more pieces left and you can not fit them in ("Come on guys, how 'bout we <em>all </em>can put back just two pieces, okay?") or when you have a Q and you don't have one U, so that just isn't fair at all. At <em>all</em>. Or you just know that ''Vet'' is a word of it's own, it is so NOT an abbreviation for Vetranarian! Or when you could just swear that apple just came out with a new thing called an ifeet, these shoes which play music, so you can totally put that lonely I in front of feet. Yes, we come up with many different excuses. but it's still pretty awesome. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1q96IeRosTUeansvbTeWesUVvez9mJqTvF724A3SM-rOqoCivLQBfuN9rFt-m7KoFIrgfcamgAJ0wJht3rCz_lUo0g8pTAX9T_KowP5XrKY43Zm9_tVD5_HnJ5NbRa-ICfC92AAXFLYg/s1600/Photo201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1q96IeRosTUeansvbTeWesUVvez9mJqTvF724A3SM-rOqoCivLQBfuN9rFt-m7KoFIrgfcamgAJ0wJht3rCz_lUo0g8pTAX9T_KowP5XrKY43Zm9_tVD5_HnJ5NbRa-ICfC92AAXFLYg/s400/Photo201.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">You could even say it's educational, 'cause you know, you spell things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">(Title lyrics from <em>Me and My Gang </em>by Racal Flatts</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-16486349147662063902010-05-02T22:11:00.000-07:002010-05-04T10:49:16.883-07:00"See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.."<span style="font-family:inherit;">Isaac was invited to his (our!) friend MacKenzie's prom...</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKkLZa1_6juyFrRPEzqbTIUr0Psed-GC6BnWzy_ukqXak30tc7kg_RizkUD0Obw_I6LX0pFrgHg7MQmHEjvRp72WwDd7dv2gAu9c-HN8pOLleEiWudNJdu00lA77MF8owuSe454RONXg/s1600/30553_387215848182_712273182_3953620_3684211_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family:inherit;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKkLZa1_6juyFrRPEzqbTIUr0Psed-GC6BnWzy_ukqXak30tc7kg_RizkUD0Obw_I6LX0pFrgHg7MQmHEjvRp72WwDd7dv2gAu9c-HN8pOLleEiWudNJdu00lA77MF8owuSe454RONXg/s400/30553_387215848182_712273182_3953620_3684211_n.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:inherit;"><br /></span></div><span style=" ;font-family:inherit;font-size:x-small;">(Title lyrics from <em>Love Story </em>by Taylor Swift)</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-8367429635024947662010-04-30T19:31:00.000-07:002010-05-01T12:34:24.166-07:00"Bal bal atra, habesne lanam?"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span">"She knows Latin? What a woman!" this quote from an episode from the BBC's show Robin Hood, which we've been watching, made us laugh. This year Jordan and I have taken online classes, Ancient Greek - Jordan - and Latin - me! </span></span></span></span> <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcOQCVCoXNuiOc5nXBQYz7bwLUKsms-FGoMtu9tuFmR2MMBf4k34FCouBCnxdouIHTusHQYfE5YzfNdAIFg1DFR1zjKfOk6wnXlPrS4X-gExT6F90SUuIWaAPjpZ6bi_7GAZTus4xikU/s1600/IMG_3663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcOQCVCoXNuiOc5nXBQYz7bwLUKsms-FGoMtu9tuFmR2MMBf4k34FCouBCnxdouIHTusHQYfE5YzfNdAIFg1DFR1zjKfOk6wnXlPrS4X-gExT6F90SUuIWaAPjpZ6bi_7GAZTus4xikU/s400/IMG_3663.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At the beginning of the school year, Mom told me about our friends teaching an online class for Latin. Knowing that the Latin would help me in many different ways, I began my adventure with Latin.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I picked up on the alphabet and the pronunciation pretty quickly, as it was very similar to English. As we went on, it became harder, but throughout the year I've learned so much.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In preparation for the Europe trip we're taking this June (I'm sure I'll talk about this sometime) I have also been learning French. French, like English, also has a Latin root, and knowing the Latin has helped me tremendously while learning French.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDzjY_I41KoZ6UEnC6S66YfoCVTDISKl1DmkyrAkRGcHENYgJdSy3LTV4oo6ySH-K7ffM7duP0uoKSNl0TbbYeJeE1ebWqAfh1oykH-mIuabo62yLUVXXqWbz3Zrrf2rQrx21P3JLJUYw/s1600/IMG_3661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDzjY_I41KoZ6UEnC6S66YfoCVTDISKl1DmkyrAkRGcHENYgJdSy3LTV4oo6ySH-K7ffM7duP0uoKSNl0TbbYeJeE1ebWqAfh1oykH-mIuabo62yLUVXXqWbz3Zrrf2rQrx21P3JLJUYw/s400/IMG_3661.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Are you interested in learning Latin or another beneficent ancient language? Here is our friend's website: <a href="http://clrchomeschool.com/">http://clrchomeschool.com/</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Title lyrics from Bal Bal Atra, or Bah Bah Black Sheep in Latin)</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-43157840422540878692010-04-30T16:35:00.000-07:002010-05-01T11:50:49.243-07:00"And it's still raining.."It was hailing..<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGc-aoaldJaQAMneXowLbgmS3_eIorWNyvgp8h5SpaypBlOU2DJZlg_SuSHkocVJuwI8mpdA8h-aJAWYgXPX4VAA6QJHLn7Bl_YCz50bMiZonzTqKLFLQ0WDB1t4sfOmbxkLYXv14rwc/s1600/IMG_3671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGc-aoaldJaQAMneXowLbgmS3_eIorWNyvgp8h5SpaypBlOU2DJZlg_SuSHkocVJuwI8mpdA8h-aJAWYgXPX4VAA6QJHLn7Bl_YCz50bMiZonzTqKLFLQ0WDB1t4sfOmbxkLYXv14rwc/s400/IMG_3671.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Very hard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh1vT3ORRCIOecEQNMxm2Vqx3hLc-q-AxgdCltmVzSoelX0MA0V_LGzjR1YFH666hBND8YMsAfqgx2D1fB-7LiQBnj-1b81692BA_sFrAHQ27jjt8zGqYd2hmDi5Kc4Zmp9F39MxPV3_U/s1600/IMG_3682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh1vT3ORRCIOecEQNMxm2Vqx3hLc-q-AxgdCltmVzSoelX0MA0V_LGzjR1YFH666hBND8YMsAfqgx2D1fB-7LiQBnj-1b81692BA_sFrAHQ27jjt8zGqYd2hmDi5Kc4Zmp9F39MxPV3_U/s400/IMG_3682.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We wanted to go outside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoRkmetZxKSIeZHTV1aWxYIaxPT_LCT_cdPOpOXNLkPFEfiit-XexgxC8FCgMqwbK5LgknuC8By6YzfJqlabHVdRZByBsVBGuKDYFdprZdaHE8GhBfK0Vk4pWYiSQn9L7tdf57FyJyDU/s1600/IMG_3679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoRkmetZxKSIeZHTV1aWxYIaxPT_LCT_cdPOpOXNLkPFEfiit-XexgxC8FCgMqwbK5LgknuC8By6YzfJqlabHVdRZByBsVBGuKDYFdprZdaHE8GhBfK0Vk4pWYiSQn9L7tdf57FyJyDU/s400/IMG_3679.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But somebody decided to get sick, and Mama didn't want that somebody to be outside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fZvBcrJfwac9rxAIIjT0Y0CPhrH_q0sl4TUSvbpkfyeKMjyx0vklR7eRNnbLINcBRnqazdxgpFWEuJtL9rhuyPdVUXltogglpIW4D3aRK9QGlazcqdG6fAz0UX5ofSf6ZLOHSm6Ixd0/s1600/IMG_3690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fZvBcrJfwac9rxAIIjT0Y0CPhrH_q0sl4TUSvbpkfyeKMjyx0vklR7eRNnbLINcBRnqazdxgpFWEuJtL9rhuyPdVUXltogglpIW4D3aRK9QGlazcqdG6fAz0UX5ofSf6ZLOHSm6Ixd0/s400/IMG_3690.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Especially during this crazy hail storm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I told him not to, but he went anyways.. and when he came back, it had already melted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uwcUCkx3-NCD7Z4zYXzWTLP4SXwYHxfYUa9KUkCVPNMwYk4g62GhSoPc1S5CCmBAOSTCidiY7tLmdfkMR_J3ioH38_daLTW4BEfFd60Jy-kiGPMvNEYh6irrS8LKhAP2xvuu0bypjzU/s1600/IMG_3699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uwcUCkx3-NCD7Z4zYXzWTLP4SXwYHxfYUa9KUkCVPNMwYk4g62GhSoPc1S5CCmBAOSTCidiY7tLmdfkMR_J3ioH38_daLTW4BEfFd60Jy-kiGPMvNEYh6irrS8LKhAP2xvuu0bypjzU/s400/IMG_3699.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The End.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Title lyrics from <em>I Will Praise You in this Storm </em>by Casting Crows)</span></div>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-72245032985521813832010-04-29T17:44:00.000-07:002010-05-03T18:02:26.296-07:00"Mama you taught me to do the right things.."<span style="color: black;">Happy birthday Mama! We love you so much, and we are so blessed to have a mother as wonderful as you! </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">(Title lyrics from <em>Mama's Song </em>by Carrie Underwood)</span></div>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-14529967288758734972010-04-28T19:38:00.000-07:002010-05-03T17:57:43.408-07:00"I bless the rain.."<span style="color: black;">I wonder how the grass can be so bright of a color. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Doesn</span>’t it look like God pulled the “saturation” bar to the top? <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465389713375650818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJv-R1zDkjMVTwuqaj6uRGnHVND437cgfo6EMt6MMdG2YxINJ-O6Swj0_NYoCKeDSuM1sYOGoZKbKOI2CSG1w7xdyMkYBjioURSiaxLCIW-nRIrYuUpmgHU0N798s2KHQk5gflCjX3F8/s400/IMG_3519.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />Not just the grass, but the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">daffodils</span>. <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465388806671407938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsD9UR23Qf-jhiCDimxyVRWzI0oT6354_LgDhAYk8az0IX_YN6Sy1pSmzCcBiojR9VPNpbarA7BZteVa__YlvxrqKH9QX0gsgNvTvcFOhnalQgt5Cg65XkwwhFCkNNxZ6agHJWSWP9VU/s400/IMG_3533.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /> And the trees.. <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465388182877957666" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1xMSxi57nt33_9foo7xA9Mz2D1ZZvCFS46Jm8hokX1pQ2ZOosF6n1_cFcamrSGWI32JziCEDQyns1FtZWrc-959gim9oPHo2OIRUHKkGyqrE29yo4yjKLYzCyhxu75Weuxv9g0Z_luQ/s400/IMG_3528.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 231px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />It has been raining here for the past few days. Beautiful rain. It leaves the world colorful and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">completely</span> refreshed.<br />
<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465387328770818210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlrRlYpgRKxkRbklbT8oqU4_cfnl0BxoQkW3U416wuXdIFl_CosblbF9peBaYO8I44JhrNMUiMqSHSO28VSD8dKKD5S2uQd-oN6WNqCRcErWtb1nZW5GS3UkxwNq73HXOnruTPv9Tf6k/s400/IMG_3551.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 339px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />Besides enhancing the spring colors, the rain is appreciated in other ways right now. Due to our lack of snow this winter, there is a well, lack of water in the bay. It has lost it’s dried up swampy look, but <em>compared</em> to where it has been this time of the year, the water is quite low.<br />
May 2008: <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465386581092284210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQSLyCdKwib4iDU248rc9WmztTzsbB83P8k4ysBzTVGtQri16jD1_7e-bs9aVIMnP384kAikpcJfkT4_lY3-LINs6aAG_x6azhxGC_LFpL575R0UT2KNyHWp2bn_nGmbVfQK9jU8nX1o/s400/IMG_1480.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />Thanks to the rain, the lake will be flowing with splendor in no time.<br />
<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465390189849525570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN6GA3t7aIdqnrWJu8nLDf1wKphXZe7qegkl6YOioxwzbCwM3Ov-GadRpvBqzxEDALhagPudhqDCryM5OYGj1ExwH4fLImvDVwpKCawnEfIidf_qTs4S6G5MEBzKRtpmvqTtSJvexwl6A/s400/IMG_3587.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /> </span><br />
<div><span style="color: black;">For now let’s enjoy the glorious weather.</span></div><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465385328092562674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsR5XXsSQbUpmFOaIbhizNvMD9G7Ed3Y0J1yJX6BqJYUwz3qCkrDtM3evDiu1iPPGRRAByKurIt0471U9C1rF2TCZ9CJRhYNZZdRZ6rRdMgoqqj0OcuO3SuFDXmiagBr7uLoMmZ-t7XKA/s400/IMG_3556.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 254px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />..rain!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">(Title lyrics from <em>Africa </em>by Toto)</span></span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-69366951449174466532010-04-27T16:30:00.000-07:002010-05-12T18:33:14.243-07:00“Blank Stares at Blank Pages..”<span style="color: black;">There’s something about a blank piece of paper.. It gives me the urge to fill it with small pretty handwriting. All I need is a subject and a writing utensil for my imagination to run wild onto the paper. <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465029514927034434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Q_ufuSn446xL2MhUDfertkMeCxO_ascr-rtGZ34RDaZOR_RWJ5CFlnCcHT_rl9k05Xdz-leLKedwp_yh3HIIRQoeMDE3inrKkkqux4BWT_5bKsA6PIYyaGPCsUJ0ZiuN2c2d8enjcG0/s400/PceOfPaper+002.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />I’ve always loved to write. I remember once, when I was not much older than Gregory. It was the annual Creative Arts festival for our church, and the theme was about using your talents. I dictated to Mom a very long story: It was about a princess, and her violin (I’ve always adored violins -isn't the name just so beautifully poetic?). Every day the splendid princess would go out and play her violin to all the people of the kingdom, giving her wonderful gift of music to all. <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465029745119857186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBUA2gQcKKhoheyrdQNIbCFuh6NjBySy_az6yyBtlYDUczTGHt_QXawcFBnN4NFtN8Dj_p5GyLmXRXfJ0CV1_IdYdPf5pI8Z7flXw0esyYwMovvgrvomegd1C_JrTGzALw8011_Vhwjc/s400/PceOfPaper+006.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 256px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /> As I’ve grown older, I still enjoy writing tremendously. With our exciting household, I have no trouble coming up with a topic, the possibilities are endless! The difficulty, however in my writing is organization. I have been taught the writing process many times, but I find myself wanting to just <em>write</em> as I’m still finishing the outline. The result is a very interesting story that is not extremely easy to read. I have found that learning to use these organizational skills while writing even just for fun will lead to much better writing.<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465030065142854274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis94Y7Y-vCSiCpGTFYuG7IdFu7i82NZNakqkczMUSdIWicl7iuhlxVbFSygaQbq43TG7c2bDHeb0fCYrdhdgNjwovWbogDPJRUNYW2u5u1u8Io3lIXl7cu3zyjvJ0H3HwCaacsZCmFOQw/s400/PceOfPaper+018.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />Why then, you ask, if I love to write so very much do I not write here? Well trust me, I write. Lots. On an every day basis, in journals, letters and just for fun, I have written pages and pages of nonsense, just this week, but few of them are well thought out, organized and easily read, therefore I have not published any of them on this blog. I have now decided I will try to write orderly posts here as much as time will permit me to, hopefully a few times a week. <em>Hopefully</em>. don’t take my word for it...<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">(Title lyrics from <em>Love Song </em>by Sarah Bareilles)</span></span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-84559030440873581902010-03-21T16:41:00.000-07:002010-05-12T18:34:35.791-07:00"Cause I'm a backwoods boy, grew up on a dirt road.."The fresh Spring air was calling to the boys, the weather was just perfect for mud! They threw on their sandles and headed out into the pleasently warm sun. The mud looked just perfect, not too cold, yet not to mushy, it was going to be great! They galloped down to the lake as fast as they could!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVBhOjIVZuByu52r8-L6cU6agWpm7r5RE_qNwcH1ftOBw-DrQ9xr4hwXmArv3NFsP7IN1GheHQAn0gSWThZnVEnjSMB_aDqNZYQ1WPpvToNmZFaCVy7jKBJcZzhZIQ2RAXc1fxt0hU0sQ/s1600/IMG_2013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVBhOjIVZuByu52r8-L6cU6agWpm7r5RE_qNwcH1ftOBw-DrQ9xr4hwXmArv3NFsP7IN1GheHQAn0gSWThZnVEnjSMB_aDqNZYQ1WPpvToNmZFaCVy7jKBJcZzhZIQ2RAXc1fxt0hU0sQ/s400/IMG_2013.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>As the two boys tore off their shorts and sandles, Gregory began to wonder about this new sport. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn-tMNqzl8uUkSrlfEufsbc-SNNa4PkUYQfUdxgXzGsyvPHRopS4mVMy5QSwiL-_ix-XMrm7ie4vMRkaAF-sTGucdPOg2yK4M97gPDqc53uHwhlLX0AjUyIsloH8mH80xc8uu9k5mUws/s1600/IMG_2019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn-tMNqzl8uUkSrlfEufsbc-SNNa4PkUYQfUdxgXzGsyvPHRopS4mVMy5QSwiL-_ix-XMrm7ie4vMRkaAF-sTGucdPOg2yK4M97gPDqc53uHwhlLX0AjUyIsloH8mH80xc8uu9k5mUws/s400/IMG_2019.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>The mud looked alfully icky, and how did it not “Just sink down and gobble us up?” Besides, getting all muddy did not sound very apitizing to this little boy. AJ sighed waiting for him to decide, and finally lost his patience as he ran off into the delicious mud.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkh-68Fina6DMB1xI7jgpn41SPQg8QfbkEsxrCo2hoQEfSXjlI4sSp22RO1FEiK607Q5Tk-cm0BFiSkuBCkvqJk-IRgS__3o-s0LSjA2IJwIf8VDExTfNm4v6gyXNlmzPGU8QMG3itaIA/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkh-68Fina6DMB1xI7jgpn41SPQg8QfbkEsxrCo2hoQEfSXjlI4sSp22RO1FEiK607Q5Tk-cm0BFiSkuBCkvqJk-IRgS__3o-s0LSjA2IJwIf8VDExTfNm4v6gyXNlmzPGU8QMG3itaIA/s400/IMG_2020.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>“I, I just don’t even understand how he could even like this stuff?” Gregory exlaimed, discusted with his dirty hands and feet. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwmXlJTtRaXymoAWB_OmWJ_NRH3ebuouvC18cKLPsxJnaO7XYASrORZ64pEokhmxSCsqD3ceWjaHx_ruk791PraV19DSlnL98E3c9yQtSfTTgDHlLObwx9u5i3Kt71Q1bu42-wqOPJCY/s1600/IMG_2055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwmXlJTtRaXymoAWB_OmWJ_NRH3ebuouvC18cKLPsxJnaO7XYASrORZ64pEokhmxSCsqD3ceWjaHx_ruk791PraV19DSlnL98E3c9yQtSfTTgDHlLObwx9u5i3Kt71Q1bu42-wqOPJCY/s400/IMG_2055.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>However, after much prompting from his sister, Mr. MacGregors decided he would not let his brother beat him in this competition of messy-ness. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Title lyrics from <em>Backwoods Boy </em>by Josh Turner)</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-2766310496551372002009-09-14T17:30:00.000-07:002010-05-01T15:56:47.087-07:00"What's That Hiding, in the Tree Tops?"<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Living in </span></span></span><place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">North Idaho</span></span></span></place><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">, we are blessed to see tons of beautiful wildlife, right by our house! We frequently see deer, and at certain times of the year elk, less then five miles from our house! Once, we even (almost) ran into a moose, on our own road! Though we see tons animals, almost every day, we rarely see such as Gregory saw the other day…</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Today Grammy took me to Trinny's and I got a manicure and pedicure! We took my cousin Avalon too, and we had lots of fun! I love the color I chose for my toes, I think it looks great! For my fingernails I decided to get a fringe, and they look great too. Unfortunately I stubbed my toe in Avalon's pool afterwards, and chipped the paint on my toe, but thankfully Trinny gave us the color, and I can touch it up now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">At the moment I'm having a little trouble packing.. Grammy went shopping with me a few times, and so I have even more than what I came with. Plus I have presents from Big Bear, presents for the boys from Grammy, and a card and present for Jordan from the Crouses. I barely have enough room! Thankfully I can leave some things to make more room, and the boys will take it up when they come home in a week or so.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 78%;">(Title Lyrics from <em>Best Day </em>by Taylor Swift)</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-62972038865398833162009-06-22T21:32:00.000-07:002010-04-30T11:11:32.776-07:00"Say your Sorry..."<span style="color: black;">I feel so bad about not writing on the blog for FOREVER! After my last post we were busy for a week or two, but than I guess I didn't want to write this long <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">apology</span> post. Anyways...</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Summer has finally hit! Not only the awesome weather, but the business of it all too! (is that word?) We've been so many places in the last few months!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">First of all<em> </em>need to tell you about the show. It went so well! Everybody that went loved it, and it was a big hit for everybody in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Coeur</span> d' Alene! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">AJ</span> and I really enjoyed it! I made so many friends, and I'll always remember it. I think it was a great experience, especially since it was in such a huge theatre too! Miss Dena (the director) told us it would probably be the best stage we'll go on unless we become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">professionals</span>!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">During the play Mom, Joel, Jordan and Isaac were down at the parish life <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">conference</span>. Joel, Jordan and Isaac were their own Senior Bible Bowl team for our church, and after five tie <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">breakers</span> they won! Isaac was the only one in both groups to put down the right answer. Joel also won the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Oratorical</span> Contest, Isaac did very well too! They all will be going back down to Palm Springs in mid July for the finals - pray for them!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">As for me, I'm actually in San Diego at the moment. I'm visiting Papa and Grammy here at the ranch. I'm having an awesome time! The boys and I drove down Tuesday, and ended up making it here at 1am. We than went to Big Bear with the boys from Thursday-Saturday, we had so much fun with the Mulder cousins! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Yesterday</span> morning the boys headed of to Project Mexico, and left me here :) I've been having so much fun though! Last night we went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Crous's</span> for an awesome dinner and we went swimming in the pool. I've also been riding, which has been awesome!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>White Horse </em>by Taylor Swift</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-60410994477710695642009-06-13T23:42:00.000-07:002010-04-30T12:19:02.475-07:00Each Day's a Gift and Not a Given Right...<embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="432" src="http://www.facebook.com/v/90481928182" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="576"></embed><br />
<em><span style="font-size: 78%;">Title Lyrics from "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback</span></em>Jordan Schaeferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16912226204745539496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-90619291113522349742009-04-30T14:24:00.000-07:002010-04-30T12:21:58.803-07:00"Get together and let the good times roll..."We are looking into another busy weekend... As the "Bishop" or the head of the churches on the west side of the US is visiting at our church, as well as a church up in Bonners Ferry. Our friends from Vancouver are going to be up in Bonners, so we're looking forward to seeing them too!<br />
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Saturday is the ground breaking, for the new church. Then, we're going to spend the rest of the day with the Charles' (the friends from Vancouver). Saturday night we are sharing our other good friends the Schrom's old house, with the Charles'. AJ is stoked because he and Nick are going to be sleeping out in a tent.<br />
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Sunday we are going to the church for our usual Sunday liturgy. Then home! Jordan'll be home Saturday so she'll be able to go too. If you look at Jordan's twitter it's actually helpful, I mean I haven't talked to her on the phone once, but I know exactly what she's doing ever two hours or so.<br />
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I don't have much else to say. The sun's shining! That's actually good news... Right? Anyways I'll ptyl!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">Title lyrics from <em>Let the Good Times Road </em>by Brad Paisley</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-73800265580103763542009-04-29T12:50:00.000-07:002010-05-03T18:08:06.249-07:00"You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine..."Today is Mom's Birthday! Unfortunately Jordan's gone, to California, so she couldn't be here. She is baby-sitting for Ben, Addie and Jack, (see her <em>mini blog/</em>twitter<em>)</em> our younger cousins for a few days while Uncle Mark and Aunt Julia are on Vacation. Mom didn't really want to celebrate without her, so we did a small celebration with pancakes, sausage and eggs... And of course the presents!<br />
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Jordan, AJ and I gave her a certificate for 5 massage at The Highlands Day Spa. One of which is today! Dad, Joel and Isaac all got her another laptop, as her old one wasn't working too well. Gregory gave her a hanging basket! He was very proud of it... Mom also loved all our cards, we got those ones how you press the button and your message plays before the song... yeah! DoeDoe found this one for Gregory that had <em>You are My Sunshine,</em> Mom's and His song :) She was very happy to see that!<br />
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Altogether we had a happy day, even if DoeDoe wasn't here to celebrate! I apologize for the lack of pictures - We didn't take any today! I'll try to take more pictures for the blog though... If Jordan left her camera! Okay ptyl everybody!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>You Are My Sunshine </em></span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-91569402766116387222009-04-27T20:55:00.000-07:002010-05-03T18:04:16.010-07:00"He's Alive! He's Alive and I"m forgiven, Heaven's gates are open wide..."Wow! I haven't written in so long! Probably because we've been so busy... between church, CYT, Dentist Emergencies (yeah!) and just life, it's been pretty crazy! Also.... Christ Is Risen Everybody!<br />
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First of all Easter (Pascha for orthodox friends :)... We had a beautiful midnight service - we actually did our procession through the cemetery, which was really cool! My candle didn't go out the entire procession! Oh yeah :) After the service we enjoyed the feast (well I had a fever and didn't eat much :( ) and then went home and slept until 11:00 :P than we drove up to Bonners (Well actually they rented a place in Hope Idaho for Easter, a beach house...) for the Agape Vespers service, and the Celebration for afterwards. After hearing the gospel of the Resurrection in 10 different languages, we had a gigantic feast - again. Than we had a huge egg hunt, around that big beach house! I found the biggest jack-pot of eggs (thank you, thank you very much...) and to AJ's horror, shared the majority of the eggs with everybody :) Over all, we had a very blessed Easter/Pascha.<br />
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Next, CYT. Although it's been so much fun, it also takes up lots of time! We have rehearsals usually every Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. The play is starting to look really good! Speaking of which, if you are interested in buying the tickets, leave a comment (friends and family :) and I'll give you the Information. Our Ozian dance is all finished choreographing, now we just need to not forget it (easier said than done...)! Classes on Tuesdays, I think are my favorite part, we get to play lots of Improv games, which I really enjoy!<br />
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Now for Dentist Emergency's! For a while my tooth been hurting, and so Thursday we went in to Dr. George, for him to take a look. Apparently the cavity was bigger than he thought, and I now have to have a root canal! Oh man! He did do something Thursday though (I don't really know what!) and it's been feeling better, though my jaw's pretty sore...<br />
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Okay I hope you enjoyed that little catch up on our life... In a nutshell :) I'll now try to keep posting constantly - every few days. Christ is Risen and - ptyl!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">Title Lyrics from<em> "He's Alive"</em> by Don Francisco</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-56787909521383970022009-04-02T08:54:00.000-07:002010-05-03T18:01:29.077-07:00"The Sun'll come out, tomorrow..."<div>NO, no again! Here we are, April 2nd, and not only are the big giant chunks of ice still in places, but it snows yet another three inches! Why? ahhh man.... I was so excited a few days ago seeing a robin digging for worms outside. I was hoping for a <em>green </em>Easter! or not I guess?<br />
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So there isn't much new... As this week is Spring break there wasn't any CYT classes, or practises. Oh, and April Fools days was great :) All of us kids had been planning for ever to do a crazy awesome April Fools trick on mom and dad, unfortunately it didn't work out... We <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdTjQ9dT6JI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eJO2j7Y4a0E/s1600-h/aprilfools.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320126940346312850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdTjQ9dT6JI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eJO2j7Y4a0E/s320/aprilfools.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 85px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 119px;" /></a>had been planning to wake up at six, and hide in the car, all of us, including Gregory. I was sitting in bed the night of the thirty-first, putting together the dates, today was the 31st, tomorrow would be the 1st, the 4th was.... OH WAIT! April fools day was tomorrow. I ran down and reminded Isaac, and he said it was too late, Joel and Jordan already asleep and everything :( well we did have a pretty fun April Fools day... AJ did the finger in Ketchup trick to Gregory (he was scared!) and I totally messed up the oatmeal, (I can't believe they didn't smell the garlic and Tabasco in it!)... among other tricks our April fools day was pretty fun :)<br />
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I'm also still folding napkins :) now we're at... 93 out of 140, a little better? I hope so... I'm just hoping we'll have enough time to make all 140 of them before the tea this saturday... oh well :)<br />
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Hoping the weather will change it's mind... So, tell next time.... I'll ptyl!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>Tomorrow </em>from <em>Annie. </em></span></div>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-19934288811237586492009-03-31T21:40:00.000-07:002010-05-03T17:53:55.914-07:00"Please Comfort her with the truth, that the angels hold me safe and sound, because I'm in your arms now..."Busy day.... After waking up and folding napkins (yes, folding napkins), I remembered it was the thirty-first. Earlier this week my mom asked me to look for Red paper. She told <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdLzyFgiyFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r4M2luQlTWs/s1600-h/red+envelope.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319582151675660370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdLzyFgiyFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r4M2luQlTWs/s320/red+envelope.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 38px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 63px;" /></a>me about Red Envelope day. Red Envelope day was created by Brian Potter, this year. He wanted to see how many <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">empty</span> red envelopes out on March 31st. One <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">empty</span> red envelope equals one child who died because of abortion. We would send them all out to President Obama on the 31st, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">empty</span> red <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">envelopes</span>. <br />
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Instead of buying a whole lot of red <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">envelopes</span>, my mom made post cards, and envelopes on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdLz36wFVmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ih1A79Jog80/s1600-h/postoffice.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319582251867264610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdLz36wFVmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ih1A79Jog80/s320/postoffice.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 58px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 57px;" /></a>e computer. We made tons ourselves, and also brought some to our church. It was really cool seeing all our red paper, turning into a helping effort :) So back to today... We sent out all of our Red Envelopes, as I put them in the mailing slot at the Post Office, I was thinking to myself <em>I wonder how many red envelopes are down in there... did anybody else do this? </em>It was funny to think.</div><div><br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span>, and back to 'folding napkins'. Jordan and I are folding a bunch of napkins up for the "Ladies Tea<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdL0Dj4oL6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wyEQ3M21dUE/s1600-h/napkin.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319582451887517602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/SdL0Dj4oL6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wyEQ3M21dUE/s320/napkin.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 52px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 46px;" /></a>" coming up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Saturday</span> that Jordan is hosting at our church. So far we've made 66 out of 140! yikes! It was funny to tell my friend, I had to go (I was talking on the phone with her) fold napkins, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">literally</span>! The title lyrics is from Kathy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Troccoli's</span> song, <em>A baby's prayer. </em>It is really touching.... I though it would go well for a post on <em>Red Envelope day... </em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ptyl</span>!</div></div><div></div><div><div><br />
</div><div><span style="font-size: 78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>A baby's prayer </em>by Kathy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Troccoli</span>.</span></div></div>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-61536132008965051962009-03-29T17:21:00.000-07:002009-04-06T21:38:31.213-07:00"In the merry old land of Oz...."So we made it! My friend Bridgett, called me at 4:30, telling us that they had posted the cast list a little early! I quickly ran and looked at the list. I was so scared, after looking at the list, not finding either of our names on there. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">AJ</span> then started screaming, saying "Oh look, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ellena</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Schaefer</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ellena</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Schaefer</span>". (He says that he doesn't know why he was so excited :) ) After looking over it a few times, we were assuming the worst for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">AJ</span>, but then noticed that he was there too! After all the excitement of finding that we were in the play, we saw what we got as parts. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">AJ</span> got to be an Polisher <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ozian</span>, and I am part of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ozian</span> Chorus, along with a friend of mine, Kelly. We can't wait until the next class, and practise!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>Merry old Land of Oz </em>from <em>The Wizard of Oz</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-54563825483059234182009-03-29T15:48:00.000-07:002009-05-05T19:33:09.531-07:00"But I got tired of waiting..."Waiting... Waiting... I am so anxious to see the cast list! I want to know if I'll even be <em>in </em>the play! I've been counting down.... 2 hours and 10 minutes! I really hope we get it! I will tell you the knews asap when I get them!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>Love Story </em>by Taylor Swift</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-9951483762120900252009-03-26T15:57:00.000-07:002009-03-29T17:40:17.383-07:00"Good Morning Baltimore..."This week has been pretty crazy! Mom and Jordan have been working very hard with AJ and I on our CYT Auditions songs. It's been fun, but hard!<br />I mentioned CYT earlier. Again, it stands for Christian Youth Theatre. Our whole family has seen many CYT plays, but hasn't ever participated. AJ and I are both taking classes, and trying out for the Spring Musical, <em>The Wizard of Oz. </em><br />For audition songs, AJ is singing <em>I Just Can't wait to be King </em>from <em>The Lion King, </em>and I am singing <em>Good Morning Baltimore </em>(hint the name :) ) from <em>Hairspray. </em>Jordan and Mom have been helping us figure out the Choreography, and its been... fun! I've got to admit, I probably will never like <em>Good Morning Baltimore</em> ever again! Pray for us on Friday! We're auditioning from 4:00-5:00, sometime any in there :) Lets hope we do well!<br />The first class was Tuesday, which was great! AJ and I both had so much fun! We are both taking Drama 101, AJ is in the younger group and I'm in the older. It was kind of fu<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScwMeKc3vKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Aw0or8nihTE/s1600-h/cyt.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317638972358769826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScwMeKc3vKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Aw0or8nihTE/s320/cyt.jpg" /></a>n not being together, getting to tell each other all about our classes :) In my class, we started by getting to know each other with 3 different name games! My favorite was a game that we each had our own Dance. It got more fun towards the end, because you'd have to remember everybodys dances to make it their turn! Afterwards we worked on our auditions, and those who wanted to sing their audition songs in front of class could (I did). It was sooo fun and I can't wait until next week!<br />I'm so excited for the next 10 weeks to come! Wish I luck tomorrow! We will keep you all updated on who we get, our upcoming classes... etc!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>Good Morning Baltimore </em>from Hairspray</span>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-57283052669851438662009-03-20T19:20:00.000-07:002010-05-03T17:57:20.385-07:00"I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes..."The weather finally changed its mind today! It was a little chilly this morning, but when the su<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOk_T0SFZRak-uzZrOXTafGfsfyadbqS9zPtDjLLW1qNNVCXYBdP9RXRVuU6ij5PXhyCwm3GJtgfJSqbREDmieN3gwaqM6s2E1RIoIB_vqwnItdDnd69IDZvIry3iOvWiuOAKF4dQSqw/s1600-h/NiceSunsetLakeCDA.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315484730954836546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOk_T0SFZRak-uzZrOXTafGfsfyadbqS9zPtDjLLW1qNNVCXYBdP9RXRVuU6ij5PXhyCwm3GJtgfJSqbREDmieN3gwaqM6s2E1RIoIB_vqwnItdDnd69IDZvIry3iOvWiuOAKF4dQSqw/s320/NiceSunsetLakeCDA.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 67px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 50px;" /></a>n came out, AJ and I went out with our school-work to enjoy the sun. I actually put on shorts this morning... :) After school we went out to play catch when the Putren boys came out. So we enjoyed playing Football, Baseball and Basketball with them in that hour or so of warmish weather. I actually didn't wear my winter jacket while playing!<br />
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<div><div><div><div><div>The<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOD-hDXb8rSFU41tENRLd6zObliVW5payVMX1HiwmgLlX6VW0GXUXlUcNnaTWHIa4bXqdhFPW7JjuOajFG4LK-NdbWPSH2MEzB3SsbIk6aX5x0LrOicJi8JHHbneOD0KmOyky6JKxX5g/s1600-h/IMG_2341%5B1%5D"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315482129246013794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOD-hDXb8rSFU41tENRLd6zObliVW5payVMX1HiwmgLlX6VW0GXUXlUcNnaTWHIa4bXqdhFPW7JjuOajFG4LK-NdbWPSH2MEzB3SsbIk6aX5x0LrOicJi8JHHbneOD0KmOyky6JKxX5g/s320/IMG_2341%5B1%5D" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 48px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 56px;" /></a>re are some beautiful swans that are migrating back to their home, who came to visit on the bay. They are very pretty, and there are over twenty in our bay! After a bit of research mom and I found out that they were Tundra Swans. Apparently they're attracting a few tourists up here too! This morning I went down and took a few <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSeV7MvEI_rc8inUA-wgZrt3AmQmQB1W0pxw3mPwg81s22rpvLiJmywLzAQQb3SVeqplWOl7_Xag8Sl6SLs1BTdu5BUQP_8fgxPCZNQ347s4boPdQdFosJc-bQXNCWkacrv1CO1URxHY/s1600-h/IMG_2346%5B1%5D"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315487225188218194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSeV7MvEI_rc8inUA-wgZrt3AmQmQB1W0pxw3mPwg81s22rpvLiJmywLzAQQb3SVeqplWOl7_Xag8Sl6SLs1BTdu5BUQP_8fgxPCZNQ347s4boPdQdFosJc-bQXNCWkacrv1CO1URxHY/s320/IMG_2346%5B1%5D" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 37px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 53px;" /></a>pictures with Jordan's camera, They were out in the middle of the bay, so iwas pretty hard to see them, but you can see a whole lot of white blobs :) </div><div><br />
</div><div>Hope you like the pictures! I hope you can actually see the swans :) Now that Dodo (Jordan's nickname sorry) is home I can take pictures, so you don't need to deal with my clip art anymore (well as much...)! I'll also tell Jordan to make a post on her trip.... For now I'll ptyl! </div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315488586470393586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPaWKRBVSCtj2g4RdcBClWXKZGl_AgBQPgOPPcTreV8kDvkScVX6W6JCLZ_To7NBmgMjgkG4yYltmDdsULr2ZODAkSetMpGb6-cD4yWGB9O6USqDO69Q-bZsvC1Wt_NgnpG8MdMqESBEU/s320/IMG_2353%5B1%5D" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 111px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 154px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315488569749042914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsEGLttGfYMVaZj7EzDLZE_r-q9eBbaMD7UqQTt7X6a_oPEWgUnIY-tyxvyMa_5Z_plDpkWZM6CJUZem6Oz3QE15DHMzMOxnJLiq-E4KPTZwoBu2DIS73BJ3szESNtk90ACT7JjZoDYU/s320/IMG_2349%5B1%5D" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 113px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 158px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315488578965200290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoasSeLWXPXWuwiqsApbx8MgkPrrFfIkDHWjQSlSHUDcUHslbJGfvDdQoqAmk9kkY7Bc6E_-aoh051uNbu0jdB-tdUe1rn1iBlWVSxCa4sfpPLRvs6O4hsaBUU4ECpCGDMTKXLXfM4QKg/s320/IMG_2352%5B1%5D" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 102px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 157px;" /><span style="font-size: 78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 78%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size: 78%;">Title Lyrics from <em>It's a Great Day to be Alive </em>by Darrel Scott</span> </div></div></div></div>Ellenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021717118505565524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643032381269290154.post-91312618875804753612009-03-17T16:36:00.001-07:002009-03-27T22:23:54.562-07:00"She said if you work hard to get where you are, It feels good in the hot Spot light...."<span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span>Ano<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScA0hBHhDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3O4esyi1v2g/s1600-h/cyt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305302137474322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 38px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScA0hBHhDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3O4esyi1v2g/s320/cyt.jpg" border="0" /></a>ther activity for this spring is CYT… CYT stands for Christian Youth Theater. It isn’t very new to us, as we have been going and seeing the plays for years and our good friends and neighbors have been participating in it. AJ and I are really looking forward to being in the play, which is going to be The Wizard of Oz, for Spring 09.<br /><br />To explain more, CYT is a program that is all over the Country, which has a play every seaso<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScA0tlWlqVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sLV710eH_wI/s1600-h/wocyt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305518022797650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 46px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScA0tlWlqVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sLV710eH_wI/s320/wocyt.jpg" border="0" /></a>n (except summer) which all the cast and crew are kids ages 8-18. We have gone to see a few shows, including Annie, Oliver, Snow White, You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and The Jungle Book. We can’t wait to be apart of the cast for The Wizard of Oz!<br /><br />To be apart of a CYT play, you need to Audition, with a song. We’ve had a bit of trouble deciding our songs, but after I don’t know, five changes? We have finally decided to have AJ sing I Just can’t Wait to be King from The Lion King, and me to sing Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray.<br /><br />Mom and Jordan have been a great help for Choreography, and it’s been really fun! A bit hard, (I am not a dancer) but after a bit AJ and I are getting the hang of it. We're still working ont he words, but we've been singing them all over the place, around the house, outside, in the shower :P</span> <div><br /><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">We can't wait to be apart of this all, and we'll keep you up to date On everything. Auditions ar<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScBGgM51CZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WlKbqTNpf4c/s1600-h/st.patty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314325079330720146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 24px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfAyVjIgmWY/ScBGgM51CZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WlKbqTNpf4c/s320/st.patty.jpg" border="0" /></a>e on the twenty-seventh, so we have a ways to go. When we audition we have to wait a week or so to see what we are going to be... This being our first play we're just going for the chorus. So I’ll ptyl (I like that!) and HAPPY ST. 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