tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88980696234257413122024-03-12T20:21:38.430-07:00Tim & Grace Around The WorldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-80178950615706621922009-11-04T08:58:00.001-08:002009-11-04T09:10:30.640-08:00Honeymoon in Kaua'i: Bicycling down the Canyon<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWO0IXMLRlj3N6UZWq5tEpvFWYm22j8ietXXUaIwGzH4qP9935mkettyYpe_dCSo4OCoBnpVHvA1tq2rrNu2rzrrp6pi-1ciDJXD4_KGLOjrwAUfazbc-a84SZJjOm6bSjm5EEiEUhT2eK/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"></a><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0CstSDAu6xCDeq94_82-azSXl5CONWUkNEQOpxi5vX1VBia2PC3FjZmqt8HsWoSkup_X3ZjzJbhE5guQH2Ex58b8IH6i7cgCWng8a1kCEFUp3ygtk84c1wAvgJhCkodmbzTjSbubetl9b/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400295590533158610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0CstSDAu6xCDeq94_82-azSXl5CONWUkNEQOpxi5vX1VBia2PC3FjZmqt8HsWoSkup_X3ZjzJbhE5guQH2Ex58b8IH6i7cgCWng8a1kCEFUp3ygtk84c1wAvgJhCkodmbzTjSbubetl9b/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>beautiful Hawaiian flowers</p><p align="center"><br /> </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03du6cWXv8f2Dhlx5zOOccEZ6NrhDAXYuFmh1BgCLnYKLtECZ1vpWi05qr2dVaitFr2LSmaAVwI4Wk1jfL0j7KtqdsVM1H1TQCyoPTM9JtHCAn97KUpcI_9NBHI_sn3Iry3KCVEidx-J6/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400295583717261634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03du6cWXv8f2Dhlx5zOOccEZ6NrhDAXYuFmh1BgCLnYKLtECZ1vpWi05qr2dVaitFr2LSmaAVwI4Wk1jfL0j7KtqdsVM1H1TQCyoPTM9JtHCAn97KUpcI_9NBHI_sn3Iry3KCVEidx-J6/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>The happy couple...not wanting this to be their last day<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw644ojCw0SWAi8pOkHwsOTdIJXLr7Ai6TGBWtbXxPigcAiQNe76nE3RrtlxksV_PQf9DDOs_o3ZBb8-SiA9mX9l0oQb3h1YskJ-MI92J4JSH63WhLAnFWdeBlVvHX2Ar7VTCi9zYZJCm7/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400295578270376306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw644ojCw0SWAi8pOkHwsOTdIJXLr7Ai6TGBWtbXxPigcAiQNe76nE3RrtlxksV_PQf9DDOs_o3ZBb8-SiA9mX9l0oQb3h1YskJ-MI92J4JSH63WhLAnFWdeBlVvHX2Ar7VTCi9zYZJCm7/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirweAcMw1cMXFGQEkQEhdq1gcfvbu8tmWp-39zlZc6xZ6d1Qv-xO12YzxqIdbmkPtXq3MXcuJ1ZmwKeMWJCqJRfjPCPKiKIut8CqtO1MpB7kwc3tnqAkyViznrAXWiHiveoiqTIyQk939L/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400295576311680690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirweAcMw1cMXFGQEkQEhdq1gcfvbu8tmWp-39zlZc6xZ6d1Qv-xO12YzxqIdbmkPtXq3MXcuJ1ZmwKeMWJCqJRfjPCPKiKIut8CqtO1MpB7kwc3tnqAkyViznrAXWiHiveoiqTIyQk939L/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>What a ride!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-53588437267050011392009-02-26T06:51:00.001-08:002009-02-26T07:54:44.220-08:00Mission: Monte Plata (part 3)There are so many pictures of our mission trip, that I've decided to mush them down into one video. I will give a quick synopsis of what we did during our two weeks in the D.R. Our group of 35 broke down into 2 groups: 1) clinic group and 2) surgery group.<br /><br /><br />The surgery group took over 2 operating rooms of a local hospital and 4 surgeons and crews performed major and minor surgeries for hundreds of people.<br /><br />The clinic group had 4 providers as well. We went into a different village each day giving primary care to the people and free medications. Every day we would load up our big yellow bus with medical and pharmaceutical supplies and head out to places unknown to us. Thankfully, our Dominican staff was on top of everything. All went smoothly. Even in the rain, we saw close to 100 people/day.<br /><br />Each day, with both groups, began with a song of praise to God sung by both the mission workers and the patients. "Te alabare" (lit: I will praise you) was apparently well known by all in the area.<br /><br />At the end of the mission trip, my friend Daniela and I took a few days journey down to beautiful Barahona. A nice ending to a beautiful and fulfilling trip. Turn up the volume and sit back and enjoy!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcqZXbxflSTgtaaLenbp0EJ3AeiCwzfr27n3NHt3CC98aixoiH9uoHG1DHG2E5jWW5IARu6ivc3y4S1uecNw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />If the video doesn't work when u click on the black box, follow this link (but you will navigate away from this page unless you have tabs)<br /><br /><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://animoto.com/play/NLZHkfDDtKRQM8EbEHAidA?from=share" target="_blank">http://animoto.com/play/NLZHkfDDtKRQM8EbEHAidA?from=share</a><br /><p></p><p>a little side note: the quality of the photos looks a little bit blurry to me in this video. But it is probably because we have to shrink them all down in size. None of them are blurry in real life. (just a perfectionist's disclaimer)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-17607284993298847712009-02-14T11:52:00.000-08:002009-02-14T19:24:52.604-08:00Mission: Monte Plata (Part 2-Our Clinic Group)Once again, these photos are in no particular order (sorry). Let me explain a little about what we did with this MMI (Medical Missions International) trip. There were 35 of us Americans from various medical and some non-medical fields. They divided us up into 2 groups. One group did surgeries. They went each day to the local hospital and used 2 of their Operating Rooms to perform minor and major surgeries. The other group, which I was a part of, was the clinic group. I'll explain what we did more in the next post. For this post, I just want to show who was involved.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilm_7Q1obYG1lNoWD83i5f75z8ddAnZSV2MslObD2NKlG0OMF2FTh7o_4uJww1kUGgY-M4JWIZ7fhPZpm52QgpfTFGsaUkl-NS6T9v_byJKKPMPM7ztRWed1Jvzuthyphenhyphen4OlBfmT3qmRclf/s1600-h/IMG_4893.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848974056313058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilm_7Q1obYG1lNoWD83i5f75z8ddAnZSV2MslObD2NKlG0OMF2FTh7o_4uJww1kUGgY-M4JWIZ7fhPZpm52QgpfTFGsaUkl-NS6T9v_byJKKPMPM7ztRWed1Jvzuthyphenhyphen4OlBfmT3qmRclf/s400/IMG_4893.JPG" border="0" /></a> Above from Left to Right: Dr. Val Creswall, MD Infectious Disease Physician<br />Jenny Eckerd, Nurse Practitioner. I really loved working with these guys.<br />Dr. Sue Giovanni and fourth year Med Student Luke Schnell. They all worked very well together. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfWLcI6b20T4E0tgIcRScbIASsBODhVJK-aPapr-I7IPteYHgoJDLRavf83bEPnS64WP1NoKx0Ja1fr9BvkWXUIcB7KjBohxaKDPrCsnMGtle0qCbUGQa-3Rea7WaBct_LLD1GYwyWdaAF/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848966711294034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfWLcI6b20T4E0tgIcRScbIASsBODhVJK-aPapr-I7IPteYHgoJDLRavf83bEPnS64WP1NoKx0Ja1fr9BvkWXUIcB7KjBohxaKDPrCsnMGtle0qCbUGQa-3Rea7WaBct_LLD1GYwyWdaAF/s400/IMG_4890.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some of the Dominican Members of the Team: William, the gatekeeper who signed the people in and helped with crowd control and, Delores the team's optometrist.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZ9zLI7SXU0BPkTrizogWwFMrvaa2DTkAgaQW69BbWbVy1Kcr6-bDhaVgJT6Y7n6xCptoSFmO5jGtIdo1YSnLUCsMhj1IwyuoygPxp7ytLLaKQGkz4RqOYyAq7vNu6pQWm-Y4tPsXoC-f/s1600-h/IMG_4823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302847349800730866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZ9zLI7SXU0BPkTrizogWwFMrvaa2DTkAgaQW69BbWbVy1Kcr6-bDhaVgJT6Y7n6xCptoSFmO5jGtIdo1YSnLUCsMhj1IwyuoygPxp7ytLLaKQGkz4RqOYyAq7vNu6pQWm-Y4tPsXoC-f/s400/IMG_4823.JPG" border="0" /></a> Even my friend Daniela showed up to help out a few days. She helped William with registration at first then moved over to help translate for the docs.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWa-dO-oKk00I1uvl36tdk2aEm8tqPUpc0rF6rIqaDMf1-VhlRQ__diJ4VMoZ5bJvasrl0Ma3sYu1V75W-1c5Pd04zL_ruICYSOrpGHsXTo9YLLvXcfSboAU7Zb_44tHqkmHLWm78cj7U/s1600-h/IMG_4741.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302847346371179522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWa-dO-oKk00I1uvl36tdk2aEm8tqPUpc0rF6rIqaDMf1-VhlRQ__diJ4VMoZ5bJvasrl0Ma3sYu1V75W-1c5Pd04zL_ruICYSOrpGHsXTo9YLLvXcfSboAU7Zb_44tHqkmHLWm78cj7U/s400/IMG_4741.JPG" border="0" /></a> This here is a GREAT guy, Steve Trembley. He is a hard-working farmer who was in the peace corp many moons ago. While in the Peace Corp, he was stationed in La Vega, Dominican Republic. It was there that he learned Spanish. Steve was not only great to work with but he had a wonderful sense of humor!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2gjJhm9ND4NlsnaxuOMpQR3cYwo6Q6kmHlEHz58DjDCAD0B_zvteexZBuazEqDj7qfPT8uPivAgT086hYBoOKeTNYNE0k98E2qHzfGoyt6RbEtJqCxILng4xQSuUcWj-JOH3L6jNVoqV/s1600-h/IMG_4632.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302847341736194226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2gjJhm9ND4NlsnaxuOMpQR3cYwo6Q6kmHlEHz58DjDCAD0B_zvteexZBuazEqDj7qfPT8uPivAgT086hYBoOKeTNYNE0k98E2qHzfGoyt6RbEtJqCxILng4xQSuUcWj-JOH3L6jNVoqV/s400/IMG_4632.JPG" border="0" /></a> The four young 'uns. From Left to Right, Heather Hall age 16 (the baby of our family), Ashley Waswick age 18--Both Ashley and Heather worked as our runners and help alls. Next in Blue is Liz Barton and then me. Liz and I mainly did translation. Liz was another GREAT person to work with and I really enjoyed getting to know her. While we were on our trip, she found out that she got accepted to Med School. YAYAYAYAY!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZysAoA6Gy6XjEcNcD78YwsdqvKWkPvR5Beu4BFcxmyZ4ViyehokvY9i4PRipXkjwcYbJGEcKVBm3Sunf3QL7JAf2J9PCC-JUQcBLZ7EUJ6Kub8GHM_4KhhzyQXG2Ov0r3V6IPvG-2iiG/s1600-h/IMG_4617.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845608583691698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZysAoA6Gy6XjEcNcD78YwsdqvKWkPvR5Beu4BFcxmyZ4ViyehokvY9i4PRipXkjwcYbJGEcKVBm3Sunf3QL7JAf2J9PCC-JUQcBLZ7EUJ6Kub8GHM_4KhhzyQXG2Ov0r3V6IPvG-2iiG/s400/IMG_4617.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is us at our first debriefing, trying to figure out how this clinic idea is going to work.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhor1an5NOj9QFBsRsXY5fnof53dyGt2AZ5rO2wAqVE_jkQax7ZVNH0Np9PwDMQmEyByyejIcGy-FGlcdrQi26ACaB_469KGqdrACsPnK8-TP_ImlC16ehyPwtxvHm_EM0jisTfFY1EzNUL/s1600-h/IMG_4616.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845606564829314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhor1an5NOj9QFBsRsXY5fnof53dyGt2AZ5rO2wAqVE_jkQax7ZVNH0Np9PwDMQmEyByyejIcGy-FGlcdrQi26ACaB_469KGqdrACsPnK8-TP_ImlC16ehyPwtxvHm_EM0jisTfFY1EzNUL/s400/IMG_4616.JPG" border="0" /></a> Same time, getting debriefed and asking questions.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkC6B5usbzbC1TSk_4GgOo43ptDLEAw8C7ngmL6xxdZm2uqMB_Xxt54HsBzj6s0kwvxriaoJf1syGSY7sR1sZCKjSAcg1sL3QG-5gWkYGRgdZFXWQ5ZSdrfKovIVoCgB_VCI392b_rf2g/s1600-h/IMG_4783.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845601535678050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkC6B5usbzbC1TSk_4GgOo43ptDLEAw8C7ngmL6xxdZm2uqMB_Xxt54HsBzj6s0kwvxriaoJf1syGSY7sR1sZCKjSAcg1sL3QG-5gWkYGRgdZFXWQ5ZSdrfKovIVoCgB_VCI392b_rf2g/s400/IMG_4783.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Brian. He was one of the groups "pastors" and also helped us keep the flow of the clinic going, helped with crowd control and etc. He had a real knack especially with the kids.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vf7ooR0BvrNG9PTkUafB7fAF5wB05ziAbYBTHooWLpQTeipBhJLfFVLmasW1hOmE7go5CJmlHTzR8CducRfhpxIpWrx8-ix6DS0C3lG6LxgpYVrDPOS9aPOd46Cw1Fg2v6fOLy8MkFLK/s1600-h/IMG_4731.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302748312922641282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vf7ooR0BvrNG9PTkUafB7fAF5wB05ziAbYBTHooWLpQTeipBhJLfFVLmasW1hOmE7go5CJmlHTzR8CducRfhpxIpWrx8-ix6DS0C3lG6LxgpYVrDPOS9aPOd46Cw1Fg2v6fOLy8MkFLK/s400/IMG_4731.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dr Creswell and Luke "hamming it up" at lunch time. No joke, for 2 weeks straight we had our choice of ham and cheeze or peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches every single day. yummm.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLFGbFMrYRFDrE-2BJQy7VoEvCdDlBnhXV_UEADRsuumc6NHGzkoI9efk4vnVqRVvWWDqCGaQcvrU1AOrl8WYG3PlTa1nWWfMMzAh007t7aN9F6sxCVeoIqrbSWAKluMABSTLvNA1ADsco/s1600-h/IMG_4651.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302748306618234514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLFGbFMrYRFDrE-2BJQy7VoEvCdDlBnhXV_UEADRsuumc6NHGzkoI9efk4vnVqRVvWWDqCGaQcvrU1AOrl8WYG3PlTa1nWWfMMzAh007t7aN9F6sxCVeoIqrbSWAKluMABSTLvNA1ADsco/s400/IMG_4651.JPG" border="0" /></a>The Pharmacist Ella who had the busiest post. She gave out an average of 4-500 meds daily. Her helper Julie is behind her. Julie is a great lady who runs a christian adoption agency in Kansas.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WOG-pcLNoDLJpRm5CFsI4tjsN1fNM8Fw0cme735rQeVdn8E8YzGU0qh1wH-YtedZnP-XzXQnK-YQf_z8cKTXnMOLuYB-QXCB43OuOdN4em3H0bCPHa3WiQsN1t4O1L4qBQRqUo6PdDIU/s1600-h/IMG_4649.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302748302028020210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WOG-pcLNoDLJpRm5CFsI4tjsN1fNM8Fw0cme735rQeVdn8E8YzGU0qh1wH-YtedZnP-XzXQnK-YQf_z8cKTXnMOLuYB-QXCB43OuOdN4em3H0bCPHa3WiQsN1t4O1L4qBQRqUo6PdDIU/s400/IMG_4649.JPG" border="0" /></a>Shelly helped with the intake of patients. She learned how to do blood pressures and weigh the patients.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGluqKwKEi6dH6TKpEOa6W10QAeudOWDR3UGgt2ZKOgxWL57edzlRIsmuyjvD-7Ba_AtAbsj1_0mjTqUuAEbNDmRnzBHfd7L3F129fkb2la0_2LixqCEY7sFtaxEbesQpxPf6AgMC6xVn/s1600-h/IMG_4644.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302746389915410114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGluqKwKEi6dH6TKpEOa6W10QAeudOWDR3UGgt2ZKOgxWL57edzlRIsmuyjvD-7Ba_AtAbsj1_0mjTqUuAEbNDmRnzBHfd7L3F129fkb2la0_2LixqCEY7sFtaxEbesQpxPf6AgMC6xVn/s400/IMG_4644.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ashley again. While on the trip, Ash turned the big 1-9.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn-xsaszObiMKlPSzaBX3Rnxz2ww-PTPQyUDrzRoC_Nm6_4gAzG-Mh06iD794qGSNpb9rrw8EBk29ZVp5l953dOzu0P6ByLDIZSvnNA1T6esJza6WrKNHh536Ao3a8qcvwpOI0XTDSbtD/s1600-h/IMG_4633.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302746385426671138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn-xsaszObiMKlPSzaBX3Rnxz2ww-PTPQyUDrzRoC_Nm6_4gAzG-Mh06iD794qGSNpb9rrw8EBk29ZVp5l953dOzu0P6ByLDIZSvnNA1T6esJza6WrKNHh536Ao3a8qcvwpOI0XTDSbtD/s400/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" /></a> William again and a guy who helped us with translation one day.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtGURzNPmMKJ9AqsGBxlaB8fY_Z6O4KwEuN-Foch1CcHSYlp54nh3lB8fyU0e0x8xnROjDU7brtLK7kwRL-rOXRVcc6XUfwqDLXQlBsk_cOZh-FGwYRAyT4ST9mQMYNBcdmEg6SkAm9A3/s1600-h/IMG_4643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302746382962039282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtGURzNPmMKJ9AqsGBxlaB8fY_Z6O4KwEuN-Foch1CcHSYlp54nh3lB8fyU0e0x8xnROjDU7brtLK7kwRL-rOXRVcc6XUfwqDLXQlBsk_cOZh-FGwYRAyT4ST9mQMYNBcdmEg6SkAm9A3/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" border="0" /></a> The very expressive and vibrant Liz Barton closes out this post. Miss you all very much!! Please come to NY to see me some day soon.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-90718362162022986122009-02-12T18:01:00.001-08:002009-02-14T11:50:00.868-08:00Mission: Monte Plata Region of Dominican Republic (part 1--Ambiance)From the start, let me apologize if these pics are out of order a bit. It's very hard to organize in HTML format. Ok, that said. This first picture: The rooster. No discussion about the Dominican Republic would be complete without including the roosters. They are everywhere. And they are very noisy. Did you know that roosters don't just cock-a-doodle-doo at sunrise. Oh no....All night long these buggards crow. One lovely rooster found a perch up in a tree so he could be right at ear level. What a treat to hear that at midnight, 2am and all through out the night!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2iJrP0tt5ZCYVSZTV_wx1KYCesvH_tm5fyaxTvYrDNeLmGCC8JDkT9NkLy4EtcMQ2raZp0CypWN4FYO9nE6GU5nY1jXJs2FX94xWvPJJ7dVTfhNk4wOFn1Ds_d5JTKf-pXNGYTSD6aX0/s1600-h/IMG_4993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302735420809842818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2iJrP0tt5ZCYVSZTV_wx1KYCesvH_tm5fyaxTvYrDNeLmGCC8JDkT9NkLy4EtcMQ2raZp0CypWN4FYO9nE6GU5nY1jXJs2FX94xWvPJJ7dVTfhNk4wOFn1Ds_d5JTKf-pXNGYTSD6aX0/s400/IMG_4993.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Look closely at one of the lovely bathrooms we got to use:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWd-X8Gpnd1-hWEKQdujGkX9TnpnmtStavyCqEvscSjf257OLd_TamKAoVvetg9vQcN43X-EhFdvPlccndyRC8BapDyTZspbtybPlVXJnDk9aV0pwul5NjQ1t3ehEBMVEYUTozA5DM3PO/s1600-h/IMG_4824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302735419979413810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWd-X8Gpnd1-hWEKQdujGkX9TnpnmtStavyCqEvscSjf257OLd_TamKAoVvetg9vQcN43X-EhFdvPlccndyRC8BapDyTZspbtybPlVXJnDk9aV0pwul5NjQ1t3ehEBMVEYUTozA5DM3PO/s400/IMG_4824.JPG" border="0" /></a> The wasps who lived above my head on the balcony. Never got stung. In fact they all seemed far too interested in the trillions of flowers around than in me. (Thank God)<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0tqO_e041oTZtHg5X8UKod_iTeO7YUmEUPKhvqEnzVay7S1-ZrOYE9-PJLrqBk9IsCgy-SSYXbfFq0EFmTZpAKfVkX6NqGl1jkXgZaUhH98XW2adrorhjPCS9105zg9pGCRsNEcOuyXq/s1600-h/IMG_4831.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302730896512117762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0tqO_e041oTZtHg5X8UKod_iTeO7YUmEUPKhvqEnzVay7S1-ZrOYE9-PJLrqBk9IsCgy-SSYXbfFq0EFmTZpAKfVkX6NqGl1jkXgZaUhH98XW2adrorhjPCS9105zg9pGCRsNEcOuyXq/s400/IMG_4831.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Outside the school where we were housed:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnyEpwo-Pf6tuC92VrURwizukM_2tFVs-n_6jg-7zPOrEWpo-4kIP6lKEYy4W89_xHS5csKg3y13Fi6iZahVX3xAIRng6CoNi3KqspwiBreG-BeYFFoZGTle5cggePtsn_2_sg94ETFeb/s1600-h/IMG_4603.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302730892854575490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnyEpwo-Pf6tuC92VrURwizukM_2tFVs-n_6jg-7zPOrEWpo-4kIP6lKEYy4W89_xHS5csKg3y13Fi6iZahVX3xAIRng6CoNi3KqspwiBreG-BeYFFoZGTle5cggePtsn_2_sg94ETFeb/s400/IMG_4603.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Stairs we walked up every day leading to our temporary living quarters. Each step is an attribute of Christianity: Faith, Hope, Temperance, etc..<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgsYAUnXXf3DAITI3g4qwkX1CP7e4qk2kw_nWNq2O_gjP3D00ZT2Mtn-l0kR4N_LGVtSAo3gcR6l7f6itmLHNedG-YlXhuy0EKUEk4Y1wpTFC8k6HqksIQXNf3n0iJbijIC_7jC55mIA2/s1600-h/IMG_4605.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302730886005244706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgsYAUnXXf3DAITI3g4qwkX1CP7e4qk2kw_nWNq2O_gjP3D00ZT2Mtn-l0kR4N_LGVtSAo3gcR6l7f6itmLHNedG-YlXhuy0EKUEk4Y1wpTFC8k6HqksIQXNf3n0iJbijIC_7jC55mIA2/s400/IMG_4605.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I got to sleep out on the balcony. We dragged two dilappitated mattresses out there and someone let me borrow a mosquito net they had brought. Besides the noise of the roosters and the motorcycles, I thoroughly enjoyed my sleeping quarters.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRbQkxDALtgxxt-JK07ALQ1tAQ_eEPAyFND2JrL3iJYcTGJwDjCiUCmHP3Fc2C92B01CW7ukyydFoF4EQZ37Cow-vTWaXxk0ZE25vj168n6OFcQxcgm_bTcbCoNh-uUlwIj-GQqVGcNwI/s1600-h/IMG_4571.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302720124878462210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRbQkxDALtgxxt-JK07ALQ1tAQ_eEPAyFND2JrL3iJYcTGJwDjCiUCmHP3Fc2C92B01CW7ukyydFoF4EQZ37Cow-vTWaXxk0ZE25vj168n6OFcQxcgm_bTcbCoNh-uUlwIj-GQqVGcNwI/s400/IMG_4571.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The others weren't so fortunate. They were 12 to a room in bunk beds. No thanks!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4mrvCZsgJeTXf3xuYmyX2WlWQiPvRyTNLiOamvf6k5b4Wwkh_c5UjfF8-K3B3f2LGDx408ZwxWBZMYH1hrpnclE-wlo8c4N6_tJ3RkSxVKuiD0NT94HkhGlnS_sWDuiq60eUHdrze1AD/s1600-h/IMG_4832.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302720116645142578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4mrvCZsgJeTXf3xuYmyX2WlWQiPvRyTNLiOamvf6k5b4Wwkh_c5UjfF8-K3B3f2LGDx408ZwxWBZMYH1hrpnclE-wlo8c4N6_tJ3RkSxVKuiD0NT94HkhGlnS_sWDuiq60eUHdrze1AD/s400/IMG_4832.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-42685692777230495792009-01-03T18:58:00.001-08:002009-01-04T05:17:39.451-08:00My Life's Theme SongSomewhat slow and sad, but my heart's cry. This song first touched my heart while in high school. I'm not sure if anyone else has the same sense I do of wanting to glorify God with their life but so often failing. I know that He is still working and am so thankful, that it is not my strength that will accomplish this, but His great mercy.<br /><br /><strong>Praise You</strong><br /><em>Words and Music by Elizabeth Goodine<br /></em><br />Lord, I come to You today With a simple prayer to pray.<br />In everything I do, Let my life, O Lord, praise You.<br />Praise You, praise You;<br />Let my life praise You. Praise You, praise You;<br />Let my life, O Lord, praise You.<br /><br />Lord, You formed me out of clay.<br />And for Your glory I was made.<br />Use this vessel as You choose.<br />Let my life, O Lord, praise You.<br />Praise You, praise You;<br />Let my life praise You. Praise You, praise You;<br />Let my life, O Lord, praise You.<br /><br />click the link below to hear (it might navigate you away from this page):<br /><br /><a href="http://www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_mp3_player_run&id=f_238563297&name=Praise%20You.mp3&myfiles=1">www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_mp3_player_run&id=f_238563297&name=Praise%20You.mp3&myfiles=1</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-30674358430483391732008-12-20T11:37:00.000-08:002008-12-20T12:01:18.095-08:00Who am I?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFJC5vsSdUTJE9ZwsBOl6lRYryaCRFVobT-p8Z044V5-WBi7Vu4MrX-jJ_VPDWccv_ecv0CJ0gus9LArfoirt3e13yg6VrfdPQPXGmZpzhQtOWQj2xCJUdEm216K_qcW5GNudE9gR61jI/s1600-h/camp07+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281964378596865090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFJC5vsSdUTJE9ZwsBOl6lRYryaCRFVobT-p8Z044V5-WBi7Vu4MrX-jJ_VPDWccv_ecv0CJ0gus9LArfoirt3e13yg6VrfdPQPXGmZpzhQtOWQj2xCJUdEm216K_qcW5GNudE9gR61jI/s400/camp07+147.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdYyp2KjBQFHfpfOlnB7bxLUtPURltOv9MhUA5Q5AbXWajd5_jxG8XlKouHOQ5EO8WWD3r6ObNyVledmaRWp3Q1mCL9XILMcf8q50kPyL9SPGfew-gywVcIV1PI7LbRqaeuu7d8M_TRRK/s1600-h/Pictures+525.jpg"></a>This is a question many philosophers and people in general have grappled with for centuries. As we grow up, many of us struggle to find our true identity. Sometimes, when I see all my flaws so clearly, and I'm tempted to throw my hands up and say, "Well I am who I am." But then I know that's a cop-out. With God's grace and my willingness, I am able to change....thankfully. And there are times when we change and wish we hadn't. Like, growing older and losing abilities that we used to enjoy. Or sometimes our feelings towards people can change. Often we lose interest in something that used to captivate us before. One thing that seems definite for us human beings is change. Perhaps that is why this question is never fully answered. We can't just say, "I am who I am".<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqxvwIkmBpft_I2ZqhAbmb72KE4sXPWGSBL07aF2uhVKkRPhggTIrPG1fZBp7mhjVtQaXv_ud65X9AmBRrJAjospan5XsTE3IpaSIjCffWHddt9vH-PEMYsPW-qwf5M-VW6dysdnkqGUM/s1600-h/IMG_3445.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281963000016869090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqxvwIkmBpft_I2ZqhAbmb72KE4sXPWGSBL07aF2uhVKkRPhggTIrPG1fZBp7mhjVtQaXv_ud65X9AmBRrJAjospan5XsTE3IpaSIjCffWHddt9vH-PEMYsPW-qwf5M-VW6dysdnkqGUM/s400/IMG_3445.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>As I thought about this today, I thought about how only God can truly say that about Himself. God calls himself the "I AM" or the "I AM THAT I AM" He requires none else and He still is. His existence is not a question. It may be a question for the puny minds of some of us, but it's not in reality. And most encouraging....He doesn't change. He has created us and desired a personal relationship with us since the beginning. We may change. We may flounder and flip and flop in our relationship with him. Sometimes we're hot and sometimes cold or luke warm. But he remains faithful. </div><br /><div></div><div>For me, once I have acknowledged my many shortcomings and downright failures, and realized that He remains true to His promise to me and that He still is who He is (despite the fact that I am ever changing), it is then that I have come to appreciate and love Him more. To love the great "I AM".</div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1R_Vf3u69ImHHyLgF_NlXue_PSHPhYxvFCi8155PB5R2IcZTpXEFm2E2_tZruy9V8TlEVgnpFCMs6ZQyvPMFuRILisgiyq1i3Go9hyeNasq6itt6SracgcD2TvW_-dfWHFBkECKRpCLtv/s1600-h/IMG_3432.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281963010342638530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1R_Vf3u69ImHHyLgF_NlXue_PSHPhYxvFCi8155PB5R2IcZTpXEFm2E2_tZruy9V8TlEVgnpFCMs6ZQyvPMFuRILisgiyq1i3Go9hyeNasq6itt6SracgcD2TvW_-dfWHFBkECKRpCLtv/s400/IMG_3432.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-81956460453689304902008-11-17T19:43:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:48:18.662-08:00Meet the Bhutanese! (updated)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-RqFvSpyFXVQq11ho3GQDeG2GXI-FZxaTy8gyRl9Yjye6RfW_OgQK4JlY8aFkRa3uBgQR4e9__xeuwqCaRfb9wt__LJIiMpP5RGDHUGCbE7jKc-7p-63yRRQkGBk_TXFS_8KFSAdsXr6/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374206424853458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-RqFvSpyFXVQq11ho3GQDeG2GXI-FZxaTy8gyRl9Yjye6RfW_OgQK4JlY8aFkRa3uBgQR4e9__xeuwqCaRfb9wt__LJIiMpP5RGDHUGCbE7jKc-7p-63yRRQkGBk_TXFS_8KFSAdsXr6/s400/Nepali+Friends+072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What a fun time I've had recently!<br /><br />Coming home from a conference in NYC back in mid-September, I shared a row on the plane with some scared and very out-of-place looking people. Any of you who know me very well, will know that I love most foreigners (almost to a fault) and I love talking to strangers. So, I struck up a conversation with them. In broken english, they explained to me that they were from the very distant country of Bhutan, which neighbors Nepal. They became refugees living for 17 years in a camp in Nepal due to religious and ethnic cleansing in Bhutan. (that is the short story of it...for more info, google "Bhutanese refugees in Nepal") </div><br /><div><br /><br />Anyways, through great international effort, many Bhutanese are now being resettled all over the world.<br /><br />Somehow, I have been blessed to be on the receiving end now, of a very special friendship. Below are two of my friends Kumari in orange and Maya in white both about age 20.<br />(note the colorful Nepalese scarf they draped over me as a token of their friendship ;))<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBreVRih3utTUcqE6Ejq3cYnOv-E2PMdtSy0qyMqx5ICezXZIJjwIwI9jADAgumnV24xVnQvc5bDyoW7HD-qrkzXoiiUVA_neTyQ7yyrrc_UGu2CxGq2SUOV1zxaRs1Gjb1ZY1lR9b2PYQ/s1600-h/IMG_4296.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275593606804519954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBreVRih3utTUcqE6Ejq3cYnOv-E2PMdtSy0qyMqx5ICezXZIJjwIwI9jADAgumnV24xVnQvc5bDyoW7HD-qrkzXoiiUVA_neTyQ7yyrrc_UGu2CxGq2SUOV1zxaRs1Gjb1ZY1lR9b2PYQ/s400/IMG_4296.JPG" border="0" /></a> Below are three of the four young guys who have been also very special to me. Narayan, 17 years old, is on the left in the gray sweatshirt, Bikash, 16, is in the middle and Narayan's younger brother Pashu Pati, 16 is on the right.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJ8GnTQGxXm-vG9HAAyz69Y01RLuLS_AR9udFh_rVC-sIAtBSRemh6aZygYzOsUbHFzh1XM3-kZh64tafFDmIOCcWeajT0M62McLOZ6ciTQoC8uZFj71TPzTvRGORJPjCUYiJTw-om9L9/s1600-h/IMG_4304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275593598800810162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJ8GnTQGxXm-vG9HAAyz69Y01RLuLS_AR9udFh_rVC-sIAtBSRemh6aZygYzOsUbHFzh1XM3-kZh64tafFDmIOCcWeajT0M62McLOZ6ciTQoC8uZFj71TPzTvRGORJPjCUYiJTw-om9L9/s400/IMG_4304.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>Here they are again, all excited about their new computer!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5S9T4hAMNjzTt8_q22_Jb7Ob41QekqJ6JhyPEQov_XQZ_M7FRqmYuIxEI47dO6qjVsOgyXypYg677-WwhFu3iDAg8QNdSY3azdsIIzPqwys0X314qWDmoiVObrzTxVcItBkXaCZPIoOZ/s1600-h/IMG_4300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275593596878347746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5S9T4hAMNjzTt8_q22_Jb7Ob41QekqJ6JhyPEQov_XQZ_M7FRqmYuIxEI47dO6qjVsOgyXypYg677-WwhFu3iDAg8QNdSY3azdsIIzPqwys0X314qWDmoiVObrzTxVcItBkXaCZPIoOZ/s400/IMG_4300.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Below was a very special day when some family members of the above friends arrived. Maya, Narayan and Pashu Pati's aunt, uncle, cousin and grandparents arrived. They invited me to come to their new home to welcome them. In the photo below, they are searching frantically for their I- 94 forms which allow them to stay in the US.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWVkyxRH-RJBks3QLYfGtKbu6bL9Z_ok2XsWissKegq7ZDVcg8TJEe5idF_qzCF-9i2hE06UM8J4fCvyNEgN8DDQS3wKu4yzwzHwWCBKosVPJOHROrRu0Ju9H02Wp8Ar7GhnAC6-HCDsr/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269844381521793570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWVkyxRH-RJBks3QLYfGtKbu6bL9Z_ok2XsWissKegq7ZDVcg8TJEe5idF_qzCF-9i2hE06UM8J4fCvyNEgN8DDQS3wKu4yzwzHwWCBKosVPJOHROrRu0Ju9H02Wp8Ar7GhnAC6-HCDsr/s400/Nepali+Friends+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(thankfully they did find them, after a short scare)</div><br /><div><br />Below is Gopi Neopane, the mother of the three Neopane kids I've mentioned earlier, with Asmitah, her 5 year old neice on her first day arriving in the U.S.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJo5ATyb2WeJ0X1YRns-witG0LXqqya0dNr74Ofw3L28sIpeEL-wivstrbPsOJuJmbVlDOjmCE9BM2tbbNY8Xot_9lnZyyicPNxjA0e2dS69UIoHZe-IZSBH1AAXP-BWBuNRdyD-_Q43U/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269843352293328370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJo5ATyb2WeJ0X1YRns-witG0LXqqya0dNr74Ofw3L28sIpeEL-wivstrbPsOJuJmbVlDOjmCE9BM2tbbNY8Xot_9lnZyyicPNxjA0e2dS69UIoHZe-IZSBH1AAXP-BWBuNRdyD-_Q43U/s400/Nepali+Friends+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyuwKkaKjrRWZl4cOWYfRr1k5uWiEqdsUXHrFLwFGbL_qjDeDoKLyC0MjUbWkNj9l27qKbspNC9f6rM1UBK_gBjdt4i_8cnSkJh8C9njUASHJShFKCfUCo5q0K_eQJWIUJbfy8mpkhDYk/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269843344366311186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyuwKkaKjrRWZl4cOWYfRr1k5uWiEqdsUXHrFLwFGbL_qjDeDoKLyC0MjUbWkNj9l27qKbspNC9f6rM1UBK_gBjdt4i_8cnSkJh8C9njUASHJShFKCfUCo5q0K_eQJWIUJbfy8mpkhDYk/s400/Nepali+Friends+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Still not used to the coooold Syracuse weather, the Bhutanese often sport coats and hats indoors. But they are also great hosts, always serving tea, milk and ethnic food to their guests.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcivoujCO7e4WhXGQCbQVMo-gaFBO2jCTPiVD7JMTi3y_vRDVqJumIOQZFnb40FH-ArtKqV62E8tz7BQJYCrpbE4RlAa9rQpxjZTOxHy7gQmnXl4FGODzwW5DT2bA1JaXztk9l_TbykFc/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269843333430952370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcivoujCO7e4WhXGQCbQVMo-gaFBO2jCTPiVD7JMTi3y_vRDVqJumIOQZFnb40FH-ArtKqV62E8tz7BQJYCrpbE4RlAa9rQpxjZTOxHy7gQmnXl4FGODzwW5DT2bA1JaXztk9l_TbykFc/s400/Nepali+Friends+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gopi Neopane's Grandparents on the day they arrived...so tired.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XUOgStrNCUNr8IKQqrOI4fnvSXRh09TS2aY0tv7tDQpcRQFNNsgW-ik8G4HiakThDDmq7TXxEcft2eK0fFH7r2GlBsbiqRmBnyqdzSKpCdx6NeHIGSFHZ1_irlcvolIcbjHltSPIjGl6/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269840323042534098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XUOgStrNCUNr8IKQqrOI4fnvSXRh09TS2aY0tv7tDQpcRQFNNsgW-ik8G4HiakThDDmq7TXxEcft2eK0fFH7r2GlBsbiqRmBnyqdzSKpCdx6NeHIGSFHZ1_irlcvolIcbjHltSPIjGl6/s400/Nepali+Friends+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> Maya and her cousin Asmitah.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrXQMWAqQhx7TSZ4ZPVarYeO1fDh_fAkXnHcuYioKKtbxpQ0WQlaF6gOplfOKPLMY-eiRF-cZ-_aY298KlA3rn7c2VFzV_XUUoYPDGghP00L9St-OXLfaW8jQfbJDHBtDcdNBz7by8mB8/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269840316945723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrXQMWAqQhx7TSZ4ZPVarYeO1fDh_fAkXnHcuYioKKtbxpQ0WQlaF6gOplfOKPLMY-eiRF-cZ-_aY298KlA3rn7c2VFzV_XUUoYPDGghP00L9St-OXLfaW8jQfbJDHBtDcdNBz7by8mB8/s400/Nepali+Friends+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vegetables are always on the menu at the Neopane home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_y1dpWSBkX4_ctBphYzFFSH3AnlAqMy7xSmhHfhTZoNtzZqUoXw5J_vDMUZ92XWqLyvLFXZOff9uD6v1LMEPXs9dd3FygPQQbtw18j-YnuvG97uzorU92dOlcKOSMVvC68JCGySUg8ha/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269840309037702690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_y1dpWSBkX4_ctBphYzFFSH3AnlAqMy7xSmhHfhTZoNtzZqUoXw5J_vDMUZ92XWqLyvLFXZOff9uD6v1LMEPXs9dd3FygPQQbtw18j-YnuvG97uzorU92dOlcKOSMVvC68JCGySUg8ha/s400/Nepali+Friends+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> Being treated as a welcome new part of the family. They call me DiDi (which means sister)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRythFJpz7lv0rf0ZV85k2eHerPeTsYh7ACEmi7xBwnalHCv1zxRo5uls3oowjP1T5rkVe2bvpApn1_-xeiCuI3P_5jG-PDstzJ0DYDUDk-pJPeP3hhzAoAdlEUhi1aeEVubcI50GS8Ju/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269839015350135858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRythFJpz7lv0rf0ZV85k2eHerPeTsYh7ACEmi7xBwnalHCv1zxRo5uls3oowjP1T5rkVe2bvpApn1_-xeiCuI3P_5jG-PDstzJ0DYDUDk-pJPeP3hhzAoAdlEUhi1aeEVubcI50GS8Ju/s400/Nepali+Friends+064.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a blast at the Museum of Science and Technology and then watched the Majestic India movie and Ring of fire about Earthquakes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg2dYxeUueR04Abi3NLdE_J4qYZO9Zl8vOunjzfrkiPkbf_ucyCY3PjykqRC-t6MwKA0M1IID_2Y3doKPHZD_UnhkvPga9pmDn0E9H1oh1jC3-FFIlzxfHTMRfsqH7-lxCVCfa4fRKXk4d/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269839006898213922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg2dYxeUueR04Abi3NLdE_J4qYZO9Zl8vOunjzfrkiPkbf_ucyCY3PjykqRC-t6MwKA0M1IID_2Y3doKPHZD_UnhkvPga9pmDn0E9H1oh1jC3-FFIlzxfHTMRfsqH7-lxCVCfa4fRKXk4d/s400/Nepali+Friends+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgithtmFcX72Vl1aKUmlmbaUD9bRHXpVAn2bnGaBwt_bghX77BX4XM31HvyWuTw_bVjvLTkdTbt0aJDFzPUeFIbfuSGL7U1M23kw6EdFnlLdk-r9wGQNlLlsHsFtueJfRYUK2wotYGd945H/s1600-h/Nepali+Friends+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269838999550290466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgithtmFcX72Vl1aKUmlmbaUD9bRHXpVAn2bnGaBwt_bghX77BX4XM31HvyWuTw_bVjvLTkdTbt0aJDFzPUeFIbfuSGL7U1M23kw6EdFnlLdk-r9wGQNlLlsHsFtueJfRYUK2wotYGd945H/s400/Nepali+Friends+066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Rock wall climbing at the MOST.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Stay tuned for more great photos to come! (Lord Willing)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-75884361046758051892008-10-24T09:39:00.000-07:002008-10-24T10:47:16.233-07:00Beautiful Fall Foliage at a Marathon...in FultonOk...so I will set the scene for everyone. I work with a nurse in the E.R. Her name is Ruthie Ripley. At age 40 she began running marathons. She's run one in every state and ran through her time battling breast cancer and etc to get to this big day of running her 100th Marathon. This momentous marathon was held in the location of her first marathon ever...Fulton.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VNuEWfTCpXANNmxf69NNXv1k1Yls28Q4wgyG5hPUa0obVK3dSP6g2dxuzt9PhN1uEwalxxHxWY-9XF1S7JjGLHvs5JPw5dcyjZpE7snwcmfcR2p2xbPFt7fvsW6LFuYg1K-hrxophRKn/s1600-h/IMG_4057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260772334234262882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VNuEWfTCpXANNmxf69NNXv1k1Yls28Q4wgyG5hPUa0obVK3dSP6g2dxuzt9PhN1uEwalxxHxWY-9XF1S7JjGLHvs5JPw5dcyjZpE7snwcmfcR2p2xbPFt7fvsW6LFuYg1K-hrxophRKn/s400/IMG_4057.JPG" border="0" /></a> Above, Julie Corsoniti, (my boss) checking in for her race. We all got up around 5am this freezing cold sunday morning, October 12, 2008.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPDqojbf6h-wbgJ9g6Ju5l_MnDTZ7WXW-p9fSw8eYiaVbNOi7gnPIBzWkKVeCZ3EgikNxckEcDrCr3XNQ-wyoTPx_tauCybO0zaIKaCxDQYMCnsIjbDafouZt4_5wxuQwEBwC-cvzDVEA/s1600-h/IMG_4060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260772323708152370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPDqojbf6h-wbgJ9g6Ju5l_MnDTZ7WXW-p9fSw8eYiaVbNOi7gnPIBzWkKVeCZ3EgikNxckEcDrCr3XNQ-wyoTPx_tauCybO0zaIKaCxDQYMCnsIjbDafouZt4_5wxuQwEBwC-cvzDVEA/s400/IMG_4060.JPG" border="0" /></a>Elaine Devereaux, another nurse I work with and a marathon fanatic brought yummy chocolate chip cookies to share.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFG1Anqa3WWhCuN6csVXBeUSNMYwXZgmDq6TECH4dnCm1rM28NifYBKqc0iyPn_xm91WLT7XBv-EwT_HLsEUCWY3nj1HULcl_44h8nqNfdUsKu6STrGGNM5SFGK7RV_nrrl6UKshEAW_E/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771790262912610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFG1Anqa3WWhCuN6csVXBeUSNMYwXZgmDq6TECH4dnCm1rM28NifYBKqc0iyPn_xm91WLT7XBv-EwT_HLsEUCWY3nj1HULcl_44h8nqNfdUsKu6STrGGNM5SFGK7RV_nrrl6UKshEAW_E/s400/IMG_4073.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was unprepared for the beauty that I would encounter in Fulton this fall day. I didn't even know they had a lake there.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSGijnc31LzPb-RE4O3m6yg48pQ_rdm0F6Cmm03FGTfKWrVb-THiE3IQ7yYSLqyigX6OSSgCHsTT5iW3DtwFu-rVL28T2rth1LoELhaFFwclLFHNY3eaaXnHdZFB8CwM_QRsh6UXdWeHX/s1600-h/IMG_4074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771785191703314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSGijnc31LzPb-RE4O3m6yg48pQ_rdm0F6Cmm03FGTfKWrVb-THiE3IQ7yYSLqyigX6OSSgCHsTT5iW3DtwFu-rVL28T2rth1LoELhaFFwclLFHNY3eaaXnHdZFB8CwM_QRsh6UXdWeHX/s400/IMG_4074.JPG" border="0" /></a> But...as this sign shows, they do...Lake Neatahawanta...who knew?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4apFgmWRX1rQSdR5vozlVLxaiY9DkrzxvyJdVuf4prLjRzBz1qSTj80ihW5V2M-A1x35gnFeCoQN6S-8vA_sZ4B0E3BHhjs-wJO87nm5dDXOh_rjgPwvgYAx9Ta_TNLLg0ikmEJE4DtS/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260771766606808482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4apFgmWRX1rQSdR5vozlVLxaiY9DkrzxvyJdVuf4prLjRzBz1qSTj80ihW5V2M-A1x35gnFeCoQN6S-8vA_sZ4B0E3BHhjs-wJO87nm5dDXOh_rjgPwvgYAx9Ta_TNLLg0ikmEJE4DtS/s400/IMG_4075.JPG" border="0" /></a> More of the pretty lake as the sun rose.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_QvanKUfLbqOO_mZXqGqRq8z0h9rayeXzkW5fwoMlkmPFI40nI-e8xyRs9xPHbgzThEqATMKCIVsB6eXIwob10hJ51NQI3sZS-qqD3mg9Csm2t_FRJxocdQ1x-twDD_rp6p1GL9m_vlU/s1600-h/IMG_4070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260770733679841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_QvanKUfLbqOO_mZXqGqRq8z0h9rayeXzkW5fwoMlkmPFI40nI-e8xyRs9xPHbgzThEqATMKCIVsB6eXIwob10hJ51NQI3sZS-qqD3mg9Csm2t_FRJxocdQ1x-twDD_rp6p1GL9m_vlU/s400/IMG_4070.JPG" border="0" /></a>Here's Missy, Social Worker (in the white), Ruthie center, and Annette, Social Worker (in red). They are always that smiley, though it may be hard to believe.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlpR2hjmFFjVTGn86mkQtZML95BUPI7WMoIkW6RcTztNL0KqCLEcrsLJFHMLjFV7Ltz3-QN2T2_O6mrn2WH_Zir0tZ6JuZsB5jo60dYMFpUsfQGsDR7Z4XMuKtwPSIeMNI84fcpZgIJJV/s1600-h/IMG_4069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260770725315296162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlpR2hjmFFjVTGn86mkQtZML95BUPI7WMoIkW6RcTztNL0KqCLEcrsLJFHMLjFV7Ltz3-QN2T2_O6mrn2WH_Zir0tZ6JuZsB5jo60dYMFpUsfQGsDR7Z4XMuKtwPSIeMNI84fcpZgIJJV/s400/IMG_4069.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dr. Skopek, the Ironman himself. It takes a real man to be able to wear pink with pride. He wore it in honor of Ruthie's Breast Cancer fight.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EygDOjq14U-XgtnxsP8xK5zQaHtzI7JcvxTD6grtNrs8VjM6sRF3W1N_HxQS0vzuEkke2Fb7Ncbs4esw7L5iH4mkjHUddwVLd9OJ-pwVXF7Jc-9OtQgfOGtCffrEQPTgSxP1VyR7QhVz/s1600-h/IMG_4062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260770713232703602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EygDOjq14U-XgtnxsP8xK5zQaHtzI7JcvxTD6grtNrs8VjM6sRF3W1N_HxQS0vzuEkke2Fb7Ncbs4esw7L5iH4mkjHUddwVLd9OJ-pwVXF7Jc-9OtQgfOGtCffrEQPTgSxP1VyR7QhVz/s400/IMG_4062.JPG" border="0" /></a>Diane Goode,RN lacing up for the big run.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpQwZGLKuCggpdv1zU0aQyBePJauyVKo_mKUZtluwodBlhhbM35HHJ1lhWuGb9AFmuzpvIOKm99BGAYsU__pZ2G6NxCIeR4OWJFrX0QeZdc4_L77yfo-fPl0gTgNYWQcE6a0HgUy5bqRC/s1600-h/IMG_4071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260770705521953906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpQwZGLKuCggpdv1zU0aQyBePJauyVKo_mKUZtluwodBlhhbM35HHJ1lhWuGb9AFmuzpvIOKm99BGAYsU__pZ2G6NxCIeR4OWJFrX0QeZdc4_L77yfo-fPl0gTgNYWQcE6a0HgUy5bqRC/s400/IMG_4071.JPG" border="0" /></a>Kate, Social Worker. BRrrrrr...it was like 30 outside. Let's get running!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3e7JlW5MMTSD3pv42CtZMmWMYwYpn8DG0wJagaxTCObB8tuLEZJSWubpMlhxWjrbrtilRCxyQOtY4kfZC_nUuL6hzEdF5k_bTRQCIZXjVyoOUBdfG-9pTR9v-Np26I6hfLwjZoW4Mwd7/s1600-h/IMG_4079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769702238788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3e7JlW5MMTSD3pv42CtZMmWMYwYpn8DG0wJagaxTCObB8tuLEZJSWubpMlhxWjrbrtilRCxyQOtY4kfZC_nUuL6hzEdF5k_bTRQCIZXjVyoOUBdfG-9pTR9v-Np26I6hfLwjZoW4Mwd7/s400/IMG_4079.JPG" border="0" /></a> Diane Traver's is a nurse and friend of mine #1540 with arm around Ruthie. Not sure who the man in the way-too-short red shorts is, but...yikes!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdALkHm3AqKcCyfYNeaUDDecqmkFI_S-Z0OR9VFjKMTcd3X9-bftaSKUBTx0_ebM01A-sUsqVBQpPAMaTMR1HJgkBrq-BKhFxf0DfPKIbyovE0ipkVHfLOTK8_GZlc-UnKEJzh5kWEFxlR/s1600-h/IMG_4080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769693901491330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdALkHm3AqKcCyfYNeaUDDecqmkFI_S-Z0OR9VFjKMTcd3X9-bftaSKUBTx0_ebM01A-sUsqVBQpPAMaTMR1HJgkBrq-BKhFxf0DfPKIbyovE0ipkVHfLOTK8_GZlc-UnKEJzh5kWEFxlR/s400/IMG_4080.JPG" border="0" /></a>On your marks! Get set!<br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSty0jUd2UTS9yuJuxmL77O4dwCN11TQdGjBYZ9hY68Wgg0X-l_c0eViEylQze6nZiSRdV9aZbn4I2ebAAh0I83qwwThiuONUU3R7HcwKhfxHmEzJC9H9vs2YYxWOE9d9t70UsKYPLrV1/s1600-h/IMG_4088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768205720984018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSty0jUd2UTS9yuJuxmL77O4dwCN11TQdGjBYZ9hY68Wgg0X-l_c0eViEylQze6nZiSRdV9aZbn4I2ebAAh0I83qwwThiuONUU3R7HcwKhfxHmEzJC9H9vs2YYxWOE9d9t70UsKYPLrV1/s400/IMG_4088.JPG" border="0" /></a> And I'm gone...completely distracted by the beautiful scenery around me....that was the last of the race pictures I took (oops).<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kzDGef_VEYMNeWJoVvZ_vID0UpIp0hdFFtMgxwIyoXDGGwd_KD2dMNEW742HZRsxyMWzr1lpW6SXkatYT0ANaVzrLCQ5tS86VD1mXm9Q-QFM8yXZ_ufBde9hVKS2f_JtaxOcbTDxzuu1/s1600-h/IMG_4086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768193150941762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kzDGef_VEYMNeWJoVvZ_vID0UpIp0hdFFtMgxwIyoXDGGwd_KD2dMNEW742HZRsxyMWzr1lpW6SXkatYT0ANaVzrLCQ5tS86VD1mXm9Q-QFM8yXZ_ufBde9hVKS2f_JtaxOcbTDxzuu1/s400/IMG_4086.JPG" border="0" /></a>More natural fall beauty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdKrB3vbGUtHxvq3PGJisw3PuQX3SF2yrNbxByMm3NFggykWv5-ZlotIFIlKfO7ckm-3ZRMLzH9pcgGCGsdVJF_oIBI4mNMI7HdvpFbtCji3l-gPuCLSbJE9g0eux-tk2qo6xe4HvXoyO/s1600-h/IMG_4092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768182058402418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdKrB3vbGUtHxvq3PGJisw3PuQX3SF2yrNbxByMm3NFggykWv5-ZlotIFIlKfO7ckm-3ZRMLzH9pcgGCGsdVJF_oIBI4mNMI7HdvpFbtCji3l-gPuCLSbJE9g0eux-tk2qo6xe4HvXoyO/s400/IMG_4092.JPG" border="0" /></a> See the fog rolling on the lake and the ducks....sooo peaceful.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ch2jU3BtmeL2GaH1qBpw31Y9SfqcvCFpaMOadCW9gFoF-kCURmeBH97cEFPltI_SC9COYosd9cjpVbDt4EUtb-Hvc1WQSHIpnHI2ODWwC-xbx0H_pcktuw-56iGxXEU5rTq_hU6Y-3fA/s1600-h/IMG_4093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766644338214242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ch2jU3BtmeL2GaH1qBpw31Y9SfqcvCFpaMOadCW9gFoF-kCURmeBH97cEFPltI_SC9COYosd9cjpVbDt4EUtb-Hvc1WQSHIpnHI2ODWwC-xbx0H_pcktuw-56iGxXEU5rTq_hU6Y-3fA/s400/IMG_4093.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />ahhhhhh.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnppujFGrqPHF9n3ULrP3E2b57dVFDMVUcZSV4l1yzT6amWj6k9jZy6WSyw8I4D9M_2yA0cCSjlHBbJvGktTGG6vXKljWPSbGoxbLY8DBsde_sxO2yebHr2djR9m2knt2CcqVZb9GHq5O/s1600-h/IMG_4104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766639618908466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnppujFGrqPHF9n3ULrP3E2b57dVFDMVUcZSV4l1yzT6amWj6k9jZy6WSyw8I4D9M_2yA0cCSjlHBbJvGktTGG6vXKljWPSbGoxbLY8DBsde_sxO2yebHr2djR9m2knt2CcqVZb9GHq5O/s400/IMG_4104.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some of the dew-kissed foliage up close...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3os2Bf0qvmsw8Z_LjfZeWe5SyUN1kCEAIhHKzIEh7DvwXXzy9_EQl6GE4TFPk3EfSXwMPLmWjIcXy0HEQk9RlSuSxt_rdhqxLG19Gh0-d2XKceayOH6JDwlJ0QBeJh6mUffmQXPkVies-/s1600-h/IMG_4107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766625084587266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3os2Bf0qvmsw8Z_LjfZeWe5SyUN1kCEAIhHKzIEh7DvwXXzy9_EQl6GE4TFPk3EfSXwMPLmWjIcXy0HEQk9RlSuSxt_rdhqxLG19Gh0-d2XKceayOH6JDwlJ0QBeJh6mUffmQXPkVies-/s400/IMG_4107.JPG" border="0" /></a>So, now, once I caught the photographing bug, I just couldn't stop. This was along the side of Rt 481. The fog in the field with the sun rays...couldn't resist.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfWhGjeU6VYid-GjaKpW7kU04ToUGnnPPIdxUPXLi9heWtb4nijxn3p_2bN1Q1RW0sdB7JIzdXquF9IbMGLPSDK1_hyn9N2AfioJme8FzTz3AO0ENTm47zqabpFnQyWDNaJveEI2a9G-U/s1600-h/IMG_4110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765534563636802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfWhGjeU6VYid-GjaKpW7kU04ToUGnnPPIdxUPXLi9heWtb4nijxn3p_2bN1Q1RW0sdB7JIzdXquF9IbMGLPSDK1_hyn9N2AfioJme8FzTz3AO0ENTm47zqabpFnQyWDNaJveEI2a9G-U/s400/IMG_4110.JPG" border="0" /></a>More rays of sunshine burning through the fog.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeBCEL8XtoKBsojj93QCpP33m1jL8tB8-ktotbLvNkMBPr3_ZSDF57veCuNDm0twZdwDITrQsHs7qS_ExB4p1a5AbhELUANrkffWxZH1AI2xn0MF6UQbiECMG-hRFCwDJRQkLcvgigK6p/s1600-h/IMG_4111.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765520519064402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeBCEL8XtoKBsojj93QCpP33m1jL8tB8-ktotbLvNkMBPr3_ZSDF57veCuNDm0twZdwDITrQsHs7qS_ExB4p1a5AbhELUANrkffWxZH1AI2xn0MF6UQbiECMG-hRFCwDJRQkLcvgigK6p/s400/IMG_4111.JPG" border="0" /></a> This too is along Rt 481...Oneida Lake, maybe?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAAD4oVvvaiMVaeR-gjaZm_1lXs1DPL8cMl1mn2c4yt-DhuJ41HxYHKsswFkhD47GBUgezgQNeAovNTbfOhvE6fjwPlptks4Ak8TvU1sNA8-B1VlllBRadPsb5qNGyyY25kmnnJH-OYxF/s1600-h/IMG_4113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765509134879074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAAD4oVvvaiMVaeR-gjaZm_1lXs1DPL8cMl1mn2c4yt-DhuJ41HxYHKsswFkhD47GBUgezgQNeAovNTbfOhvE6fjwPlptks4Ak8TvU1sNA8-B1VlllBRadPsb5qNGyyY25kmnnJH-OYxF/s400/IMG_4113.JPG" border="0" /></a> Check out this picture, I didn't retouch it or anything. You can see the fog just rolling up and the foliage reflecting on the water. Who knew Rt481 had so much beauty?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeheruiqa90D0v7PMmEpHFO7bBpLrO3XfVGmzKi3J3fkxS5240HBBYYiyGWr4pfEt4FHezScTdY9MIU8w3OrjVbY5COkdxv-ZVMMGoQjlVlvcZjR_3ywiZYWACCbSpztsCbmWjnFNK2dEk/s1600-h/IMG_4117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260764651718753858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeheruiqa90D0v7PMmEpHFO7bBpLrO3XfVGmzKi3J3fkxS5240HBBYYiyGWr4pfEt4FHezScTdY9MIU8w3OrjVbY5COkdxv-ZVMMGoQjlVlvcZjR_3ywiZYWACCbSpztsCbmWjnFNK2dEk/s400/IMG_4117.JPG" border="0" /></a>Train Tracks run out to the horizon...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUWYWa0RARHzpQtiXpx3pv-cncDegxiw-OORW-rXzcJtHIgHWHZnbFfnEMY7Uy2Tee5jVdoTBsw9x55D-2FAlZDSg8AWXwYzv9wmkzXVKrGbeA2kMz5lhyphenhyphenkyK4MMGyXCMCjrdnUbeYFs/s1600-h/IMG_4120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260764637699139618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUWYWa0RARHzpQtiXpx3pv-cncDegxiw-OORW-rXzcJtHIgHWHZnbFfnEMY7Uy2Tee5jVdoTBsw9x55D-2FAlZDSg8AWXwYzv9wmkzXVKrGbeA2kMz5lhyphenhyphenkyK4MMGyXCMCjrdnUbeYFs/s400/IMG_4120.JPG" border="0" /></a>Well then I just kept going...I reached Syracuse, and it was only 8:30 so I still had a couple hours before church was going to start. So, I kept photographing. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNErh41tfj2H_P17dWIKPRxgWoFh9qp5BZSuFbLhy8VGDYzWUVxjqdQ1B5vmWB_U8JcKhQbUni_pkz7L5DnT1UyrzteW18AY4ARZ2jRr_zEP8Qvg9llhOQxcMg00Va7Jkecp49aVHl3Q/s1600-h/IMG_4122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260764631783186082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNErh41tfj2H_P17dWIKPRxgWoFh9qp5BZSuFbLhy8VGDYzWUVxjqdQ1B5vmWB_U8JcKhQbUni_pkz7L5DnT1UyrzteW18AY4ARZ2jRr_zEP8Qvg9llhOQxcMg00Va7Jkecp49aVHl3Q/s400/IMG_4122.JPG" border="0" /></a>Downtown Syracuse.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb8ltQsdsj6DllMiRThoTOvOwuGSHmO7eYXuHKTs4aFODd4yhrJFb6kZm4wMmDtBqDniIV4OK1WCB7IUzi_Uew4vWnS7y_L22GBw3jV97oQ9gk1dPr7bZXMksHhcGeKdGeok-v3ptUas/s1600-h/IMG_4125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763619368109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb8ltQsdsj6DllMiRThoTOvOwuGSHmO7eYXuHKTs4aFODd4yhrJFb6kZm4wMmDtBqDniIV4OK1WCB7IUzi_Uew4vWnS7y_L22GBw3jV97oQ9gk1dPr7bZXMksHhcGeKdGeok-v3ptUas/s400/IMG_4125.JPG" border="0" /></a> And more...of Downtown Syracuse in the fall.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwxxk80suFkscWSDWjWv7878Fu2g6zdPtmOx1n98waroUrqyYRzBpqjFbtu-wEJd5q9mexU3IEMl0GRuT811wE00Zx693RE5Ch0Srb5exV4Oe6GCEAC1-lRpOwrfMSsp_KUhdstku-Gw/s1600-h/IMG_4135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763609076019842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwxxk80suFkscWSDWjWv7878Fu2g6zdPtmOx1n98waroUrqyYRzBpqjFbtu-wEJd5q9mexU3IEMl0GRuT811wE00Zx693RE5Ch0Srb5exV4Oe6GCEAC1-lRpOwrfMSsp_KUhdstku-Gw/s400/IMG_4135.JPG" border="0" /></a> I just couldn't get enough.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLi0k64zvS5qGOXuaAGdkUrdzFjg_semsu9wlQXL2TWkud8MrXHWVhq9_zYdevkiSLzHUI34wYcakPXHcRjljKZox0cujQTEJSKaeVOYlgZtmL3SKtcAKyZOfmp55aC9cOUj0rXNNpmk4/s1600-h/IMG_4132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763593086529346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLi0k64zvS5qGOXuaAGdkUrdzFjg_semsu9wlQXL2TWkud8MrXHWVhq9_zYdevkiSLzHUI34wYcakPXHcRjljKZox0cujQTEJSKaeVOYlgZtmL3SKtcAKyZOfmp55aC9cOUj0rXNNpmk4/s400/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" /></a> To some they're just dead leaves...but to others they are beautiful works of art. (usually they're just dead leaves to me)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7Y60qsGIHGdmkgbvsP-ZflkzSa0-Ph0JUPDHvn5alAvytjTdcPjz9y8dZHYx-d-2iHVe_fR_9F1viF481LDtja0QwhBHNwge9hqBmXRbL1UnaSxaj2kOR9epZ0weOwOhWyt0D7NUeRk/s1600-h/IMG_4142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762166990076770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7Y60qsGIHGdmkgbvsP-ZflkzSa0-Ph0JUPDHvn5alAvytjTdcPjz9y8dZHYx-d-2iHVe_fR_9F1viF481LDtja0QwhBHNwge9hqBmXRbL1UnaSxaj2kOR9epZ0weOwOhWyt0D7NUeRk/s400/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" /></a> Continuing down James Street.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXimP0kxRD8gTzrl-I3FrFMzdENtziaA9ohxAsTKEiCioDrEwzGysykCfmTWfLsp8zIFQvVVBdJwU_Im3ogIbd4beWf0jvrX3LY2BBKy1MnvDjZF7XDz3qpOJCkNcs1MFNQrvgNk0odis/s1600-h/IMG_4143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762155892761506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXimP0kxRD8gTzrl-I3FrFMzdENtziaA9ohxAsTKEiCioDrEwzGysykCfmTWfLsp8zIFQvVVBdJwU_Im3ogIbd4beWf0jvrX3LY2BBKy1MnvDjZF7XDz3qpOJCkNcs1MFNQrvgNk0odis/s400/IMG_4143.JPG" border="0" /></a> Into my back yard. The Poison Ivy turning colors amid the lush green English Ivy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8McycPQDYF9HswBLyMlZPinmwDLh9UsaaZGserBRmCOwjCmlnVCefu0_BLluBjYY1EarucM9AKC0uGQplyc6HOqSfcTPUu4zUJShoOrRlANge9j_gr3IGoiJ019nv1ax_A_O54PNOuAs/s1600-h/IMG_4144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762138941137026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8McycPQDYF9HswBLyMlZPinmwDLh9UsaaZGserBRmCOwjCmlnVCefu0_BLluBjYY1EarucM9AKC0uGQplyc6HOqSfcTPUu4zUJShoOrRlANge9j_gr3IGoiJ019nv1ax_A_O54PNOuAs/s400/IMG_4144.JPG" border="0" /></a> The jungle of my backyard...ahhhh such beauty. So that's all...hope you enjoyed seeing these as much as I did taking them. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-43553115078804572562008-09-27T17:38:00.000-07:002008-09-27T18:13:10.541-07:00Third TRI--Shrewsbury, Pennsylvania<div>I'm so excited! I found this new traveling buddy, his name is Tom, well TomTom to be exact. And thank God we met, because with this new goal of a triathlon in every state and all the other traveling I do, I've been getting lost far too much.<br /><br />So, me and Tommy took our first trip down to Lancaster, Pennsylvania this weekend where we stayed at the bed and breakfast that I always enjoy so much, Jonde Lane Farms run by a mennonite family. It was so cozy and romantic, just the two of us!<br /><br /></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPvBZ2yzM7QCCjJYrcehUN7_d4qlvVRV6ostIYjS4D79WQxRmCi_00PoXiDOwjQS9JakqBythPSLLZuXnVoU3q2fyy9yYpyBztHX2TfwcewqTiaAuIpXgopYLpTTgiwlolxz12x-iK20/s1600-h/img3[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250868702986717410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPvBZ2yzM7QCCjJYrcehUN7_d4qlvVRV6ostIYjS4D79WQxRmCi_00PoXiDOwjQS9JakqBythPSLLZuXnVoU3q2fyy9yYpyBztHX2TfwcewqTiaAuIpXgopYLpTTgiwlolxz12x-iK20/s400/img3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Anyways, I arrived at the farm yesterday. The weather was fine. So when I woke up at o'dark hundred (5am to be exact) to get ready for the triathlon that was in Shrewsbury (according to Tommy 1 hour away), I was unprepared for the weather to take a turn for the worst. Well, Tommy was wrong, it only took me 45 minutes to get there. But I was wrong too. The triathlon wasn't scheduled to start till 8am, not 7. Oh well, I was able to hang out a little with the triathlon junkies who had gotten there early...on purpose.</p><br /><p><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSnmD_2Zb_TdNmB5hgacIaiTxjMvuv9hrH94LNnGoC-fhJZevYsFpZymwfQ433LV4-GTptG6dq8dkKzfnPkuusvQ5rAoETnEvB25y3bGpNJryaH17_0mqPm2JAT3Sx_DJU6u48PINE1k/s1600-h/March0808[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250868702422136642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSnmD_2Zb_TdNmB5hgacIaiTxjMvuv9hrH94LNnGoC-fhJZevYsFpZymwfQ433LV4-GTptG6dq8dkKzfnPkuusvQ5rAoETnEvB25y3bGpNJryaH17_0mqPm2JAT3Sx_DJU6u48PINE1k/s400/March0808%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>The sky was ominous at dawn. </p><br /><p>The swimming leg, fortunately was done at the YMCA indoor pool. While we were swimming, you could hear the thunder booming outside, and the sky just opened up and poured out rain. Well, that didn't stop us. </p><br /><p>After a short 500meter swim, we took off for the bike leg. It was about 16 miles, which is approximately the distance from the Grist mill to camp and back. And the hills were basically the same. But just add water...lots of water. We plugged up those waterfalls and then down the hills. Going down was actually alot more dangerous as I would get going so fast, that with the rain pelting down, I couldn't see anything. </p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYM57JwCxg5ZDV5cdZKR2m-ghvew16VEU6JsEnPGlJ1ScTmAgNrhz7l54NEl48NNSfj31r5dHKG1Z_PvoUAHMzyAKFkuvLkhTkybRGqGcLCu8jTA91q7nrtmmNoEohY4ikSnv7gjf0Ps/s1600-h/rain[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250872477980740082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYM57JwCxg5ZDV5cdZKR2m-ghvew16VEU6JsEnPGlJ1ScTmAgNrhz7l54NEl48NNSfj31r5dHKG1Z_PvoUAHMzyAKFkuvLkhTkybRGqGcLCu8jTA91q7nrtmmNoEohY4ikSnv7gjf0Ps/s400/rain%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>By the time the run came along, I was beat, and entirely soaked to the bones. But the run was only 2 miles, through grassland and up muddy hills. </p><br /><p>Anyways, truth be told I had a really good time. I just love nature. The smells and sounds and mmmm just everything about it. And while I was riding I got to thinking about how I have begun to enjoy myself. Enjoy just being alone. It's not what I ever wanted. And I worry that I am growing too independent and solitary at times. But it's what life has given me. I thought I'd be married with 10 kids by now. But God has given me something different, at least for now. So, I'm learning to be content with whatever state I am in. And I do really like all my fun ideas. I'm a real fun person to travel with so at least that's cool. lol</p><br /><br />So, that's it for now. I had a blast. Looking forward to the next one. And on a side note, now I think I'm getting sick...achy all over, cough, earache, cold chills...the works. Every up has it's down, right?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-29254499911596155042008-09-26T06:11:00.000-07:002008-09-26T07:01:05.287-07:00The New York beyond Manhattan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDNQ7RYjPYLP7kgmy7HK_LiEZ_UZZLjkOZ77Fsi0kdWw0stGnNVoKEtiL5jLW9nxLIxbMYs2volHZw0E7Z4ejiTht5jOhCjqJ1TWvVFSEg01Fw7BgWG3cMKYvhyphenhyphenPhya6WRJcQS4A10wc/s1600-h/IMG_3565.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250327272997281538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDNQ7RYjPYLP7kgmy7HK_LiEZ_UZZLjkOZ77Fsi0kdWw0stGnNVoKEtiL5jLW9nxLIxbMYs2volHZw0E7Z4ejiTht5jOhCjqJ1TWvVFSEg01Fw7BgWG3cMKYvhyphenhyphenPhya6WRJcQS4A10wc/s400/IMG_3565.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />As I bumped along on the subway, ping-ponging from one location to another all over New York City, I couldn't help but think about the many ways there are to travel around this town. For example, if you were wealthy and just had gobs of money to waste, you could be picked up like a movie star in your own private limo. Cameras could be flashing, people watching with envy. Once, some of the girls from church and I rented a limo for a ride down a few blocks. It was fun, a bit over-rated and definitely too expensive, but nice.<br /><br />You could drive or take a taxi. Both options involve careening through the overcrowded fast-paced streets, stopping and starting for lights and bold pedestrians. Taxis can be expensive, though necessary at times. Driving your own car can be risky and frustrating as you attempt to navigate down one-way streets all the while trying to avoid the scrapes and dents that so desperately want to find your car. Parking is an expensive treat too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarLiebbA2fLpWYBg4p8tk5N6SaPqC_nPhwmLx3GuhNJLQbhp2KcvzqS0FyXh_Yq_o-Ak165vgZV152Aw1zMbabnyD8d7PaBbScN0NFDy19jHNFkKCW3VHbPTFE_HX0CcH8ebzfSyGLsY/s1600-h/IMG_3557.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250327270213922722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarLiebbA2fLpWYBg4p8tk5N6SaPqC_nPhwmLx3GuhNJLQbhp2KcvzqS0FyXh_Yq_o-Ak165vgZV152Aw1zMbabnyD8d7PaBbScN0NFDy19jHNFkKCW3VHbPTFE_HX0CcH8ebzfSyGLsY/s400/IMG_3557.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Some choose to ride their bicycles. This looks like a dangerous, but exciting way to maneuver through NYC's streets. Walking too is a healthy option. In fact, you really can't get around NY without being prepared to put some serious miles on your tootsies.<br /><br />And of course there's the metro system. For $7.50 you can buy an all day fun pass and go wherever you want to. Now granted, the subways are often smelly and grimy. You rub shoulders with some....well interesting (for lack of a better word) folks. But what an experience! From the artsy mosaics that adorn the walls to the subway performers that blow their saxaphones or sing their hearts out, what's not to love?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeF-LXH_hWmPkHIrFw6-hUe-W7GUHTBX7qYjcxyP6qaG-zZ9OjicJCQkBNdiwjRi3ghGqjDVgW3FgjpcEHl5U74rGe_PAZ_FFtmRuJQNVmpfFYd_rjllHKYWUFHvOcqXZyPGDiJ5muwlU/s1600-h/Subwaymap.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250328086462746674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeF-LXH_hWmPkHIrFw6-hUe-W7GUHTBX7qYjcxyP6qaG-zZ9OjicJCQkBNdiwjRi3ghGqjDVgW3FgjpcEHl5U74rGe_PAZ_FFtmRuJQNVmpfFYd_rjllHKYWUFHvOcqXZyPGDiJ5muwlU/s400/Subwaymap.gif" border="0" /></a> (click on the map to see in greater detail...if you are so interested you want to see more, that is)<br /><br />For sure, taking the subway requires a bit of street sense. But I had the pleasure during this trip to NY to stray out of Manhattan for the first time. Usually my friends and I stay around Times Sq, Little Italy and Chinatown, Battery Park, Ground Zero, etc. But during this most recent trip, I had other places on my agenda.<br /><br />Of course I started in Times Square because that's where the conference was that I was attending. They put me up in the posh Hilton right on 6th Avenue. I spent the first day at the conference, but afterwards, schlepped my way over to Queens where I was to visit a college that one of my friends who will be immigrating to the US is hoping to attend a Language program. Traveling to Queens was quite an experience. And I wouldn't recommend trying to drag a carry-on around with you like I did. Going up and down the stairs and on and off subways/busses was not too fun.<br /><br />It was interesting to see as the neighborhoods changed. The Queens subway goes through Hispanic, Middle Eastern and finally, last stop, Chinese neighborhoods. When I got off the rail, I didn't see one American-looking person. Nor did I see a sign written in English. Thankfully, I got on the right bus and made it to the college before it closed.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyf-Dvn32EyKBbpCd4WqqofVecIA5aHoriKtqDfZkrfOGJH5SxlfPHO6Vsm9NwlbkGeTUa5qxBNaGIiBDKnTrFiQKtkgQXz_l9dcM9IzZCN7nM0t0qCJxE8qEpv8ODc7jWLPhZ__RpwA/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250327273779618706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyf-Dvn32EyKBbpCd4WqqofVecIA5aHoriKtqDfZkrfOGJH5SxlfPHO6Vsm9NwlbkGeTUa5qxBNaGIiBDKnTrFiQKtkgQXz_l9dcM9IzZCN7nM0t0qCJxE8qEpv8ODc7jWLPhZ__RpwA/s400/IMG_3568.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />That night I stayed at a hostel in Brooklyn. Another interesting experience! I've already shared this with many of my friends, so I'll spare you the details. The next morning I schlepped my way back to Times Sq to leave my carry-on at the Hilton's storage area and be free from my burdens. Then I got a $3 freshly-made smoothie and a $.75 bagel from the street vendors. I have to be honest, although I was alone, I enjoyed myself immensely!<br /><br />Later I meandered back to the subway to visit a friend who recently moved here from the Dominican Republic. Maritza and her husband Carlos are christians. They were a great blessing when I was in the D.R., driving me to church each service and introducing me around to their church family. They moved to Yonkers this year and had their first baby. So, of course I had to pay them a visit. This meant getting back on the subway and riding through the Bronx and then the last stop on the 1 train to Yonkers. Maritza, baby Joshua and I had a wonderful time walking the streets of Yonkers to an excellent Mexican Restaurant called Santa Fe, which we will visit again, hopefully.<br /><br />I must admit to being pleasantly surprised to find how interesting and easily-navigated the neighborhoods are outside of Manhattan. I'm looking forward to exploring some more on my next adventure to the Big Apple!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-67105576983729466912008-08-26T18:07:00.000-07:002008-08-26T19:33:29.900-07:00Love & Mercy from an Unfailing God<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsl_7_h77n1kkzwaqybugG05YSDZ_2O7Da5WtLpt2e2qkZhvqfvIWHSBDiVrBQ7U_USMMwCD3Xc_f-sfm0FYYZlaV2Vsk2Ec3FHoJgQY5L1rL5-oVJ_u80DMVF-1C4RvkfvRFfLtzqlI/s1600-h/Pictures+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239016981666423634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsl_7_h77n1kkzwaqybugG05YSDZ_2O7Da5WtLpt2e2qkZhvqfvIWHSBDiVrBQ7U_USMMwCD3Xc_f-sfm0FYYZlaV2Vsk2Ec3FHoJgQY5L1rL5-oVJ_u80DMVF-1C4RvkfvRFfLtzqlI/s400/Pictures+147.jpg" border="0" /></a> First came thoughts of how much our heavenly Father wanted to bless mankind when He first created us because in Lancaster, Pennsylvania we watched a very moving play called, "In the Beginning". Though not perfect, this play did an excellent job of showing how man's sin put a painfully obvious separation between man and God.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IvWJVRKQnlvgu65xTXU5c3TX5eUrRhc5lZvDNOZATBzXQegpW6cn3MbLqSmxjwrFQYvPbJjmxSDUJvUKlqKerFFJS8rM8RG3R_VLjlO7Dnze7WPAioAZHhOfpUDxLk64_Ag6r74bT1k/s1600-h/Pictures+156.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239016983865060770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IvWJVRKQnlvgu65xTXU5c3TX5eUrRhc5lZvDNOZATBzXQegpW6cn3MbLqSmxjwrFQYvPbJjmxSDUJvUKlqKerFFJS8rM8RG3R_VLjlO7Dnze7WPAioAZHhOfpUDxLk64_Ag6r74bT1k/s400/Pictures+156.jpg" border="0" /></a> It started me contemplating more about God's love and mercy for us. I couldn't help but weep when I saw the pain that Adam and Eve's sin brought about--and then also how that very pain has been felt in my own life and in the lives of those I love. This was pain that God never intended for mankind to have. The joy of the Garden of Eden, most intensely felt in having a close and vibrant relationship with the Lord, must have made the gulf (created by sin) between God and man that much more painful. But the Lord's promise has remained true that those who seek Him will find Him. Although it is much harder, more like groping in darkness and more complicated than it was ever intended to be, the joy of finding the Lord remains the height of all joys we humans can experience. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhXbFcB-dd7EfpGnY071Z5wGoN9BSGv0yQfBBzZqyO3A5NNxaa2s73ga1a5IQdd5xvqZUseXnXESVguX4Dy7rn89DIKj2N1PQEvekm33GbZu6RNMwZLr1dYg1U2XQcTVrl8cz9oqNxnE/s1600-h/IMG_3941.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239016007242122306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhXbFcB-dd7EfpGnY071Z5wGoN9BSGv0yQfBBzZqyO3A5NNxaa2s73ga1a5IQdd5xvqZUseXnXESVguX4Dy7rn89DIKj2N1PQEvekm33GbZu6RNMwZLr1dYg1U2XQcTVrl8cz9oqNxnE/s400/IMG_3941.JPG" border="0" /></a> These thoughts led me to think about all the substitutes we find to fill the emptiness we feel due to our separation from God. I can't help but wonder if all our "busy-ness" and running around isn't some vain, subconscious attempt to keep ourselves from feeling the loneliness that is inevitable should we sit still long enough to sense our lack of closeness with God. Or maybe it's a purposeful attempt by our adversary to keep us from seeking the only One who will truly satisfy us.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhki404EjNDqfMt_eCOabS0srnCpYX_SGuqM1EOxJCadPhs47LwkMt_uX3AwDcA7-Ohf774c9ojzvBdqZZRNAbsABSSLKUqEQO22PSpoWEnWf-MaD2_juRZ8ASXkM5f4-U3wX0tMPku7Xg/s1600-h/IMG_3944.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239016012688072450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhki404EjNDqfMt_eCOabS0srnCpYX_SGuqM1EOxJCadPhs47LwkMt_uX3AwDcA7-Ohf774c9ojzvBdqZZRNAbsABSSLKUqEQO22PSpoWEnWf-MaD2_juRZ8ASXkM5f4-U3wX0tMPku7Xg/s400/IMG_3944.JPG" border="0" /></a> And then I think of the relationships we seek with others, most clearly seen in longing for someone of the opposite sex...for someone who will see us for who we are and love us anyways. For someone who will make us complete and somehow better. Is this longing only able to be filled by the Lord? Who will truly love us unconditionally? Who knows our faults and all our shortcomings, yet keeps working with us? Who died for us in a valiant effort to bridge the very gulf that we created? And then further, if we search for fulfillment in other things, overlooking the very source of our happiness, can we ever really be happy?</p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6g1FMvGtdVf4FlNRC1QDGQjEKR37x4TS91uAcrpE4Og1koPxoNetSRJQC2xeeyiLRY9-_TddY6-iYBVsMRCWRTYbXdqrF7pZG2QI5eLZhm_ovyn7N0E8nXBIVZFcG3xnKq_exmxkxCA/s1600-h/IMG_3957.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239016021280321778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6g1FMvGtdVf4FlNRC1QDGQjEKR37x4TS91uAcrpE4Og1koPxoNetSRJQC2xeeyiLRY9-_TddY6-iYBVsMRCWRTYbXdqrF7pZG2QI5eLZhm_ovyn7N0E8nXBIVZFcG3xnKq_exmxkxCA/s400/IMG_3957.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>While all these thoughts tossed about in my head like kid's clothes in a dryer, camp meeting week tip-toed up. Besides the usual blessing found in meeting with the Lord in such a beautiful, natural setting, came the witnessing of a complete miracle, a work that only God could do. And now I can't help but reflect back on Jesus and how amazing is His work. </div><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8j7gD9V_kz375OikJ3t4XQvwBy7gHF-6uNdhur3q95raA67TJu0gVnllYlE554KFj4x2hyphenhyphen_IiIAluMBpc8-HNKdoNiyryfhC6mb4pxx0roYKaJJyUqk_G65uSyHAJe2tyN3NL9VlvITo/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019501114096130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8j7gD9V_kz375OikJ3t4XQvwBy7gHF-6uNdhur3q95raA67TJu0gVnllYlE554KFj4x2hyphenhyphen_IiIAluMBpc8-HNKdoNiyryfhC6mb4pxx0roYKaJJyUqk_G65uSyHAJe2tyN3NL9VlvITo/s400/IMG_4053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I still haven't digested all of what happened with Cori Rocine and the entire Rocine family. But seeing how God was working even, and especially, when things looked desperately hopeless, has caused me to be that much more in awe of the Lord. And it also gives me faith for the situations in my life that cause me pain and that I cannot understand. It seems that truly, I don't need to understand them all. I just have to have faith in God. He is alive and He cares. And though I don't see or know why things are the way they are, He does. And I know that He is truly busy working all things out for my good because I love Him and am called according to His purpose. </div><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsONuLmXC8s6JDyRHweo30qADi9NYqd8DR2SNJ9CK_sCCDZWO1isWvIhdrr8nXmXupWcBOaMt0dc0P0t2FucwglSND4CzYJzYQRdwXuyxmQ_WQuTcsZiWlahPtJ2IIQNEXw-L5dqidplc/s1600-h/IMG_4032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019510362334642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsONuLmXC8s6JDyRHweo30qADi9NYqd8DR2SNJ9CK_sCCDZWO1isWvIhdrr8nXmXupWcBOaMt0dc0P0t2FucwglSND4CzYJzYQRdwXuyxmQ_WQuTcsZiWlahPtJ2IIQNEXw-L5dqidplc/s400/IMG_4032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So much to think about...so much to be thankful for.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-42093537838127817392008-08-07T19:16:00.000-07:002008-08-08T19:42:59.597-07:00A trip of four states (and a triathlon!)Ok so here's the story about my first trip to Boston, Rhode Island, New Hampshire and Connecticut. The order of these pictures is basically backwards, so I apologize up front.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_kHqOSCGBExM7RXreKORZSCfbvpFiU7FmJZu_X0NvDN0dabEsFLPWgFS7famCD0fwmAKOq1TtL24awIPxt6a9OOnD3Ixmh3x4I2A_De99WXK6GjvBQVI2g9T-GYSgvC65SkVphw-x4E/s1600-h/IMG_3772.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231972493702228594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_kHqOSCGBExM7RXreKORZSCfbvpFiU7FmJZu_X0NvDN0dabEsFLPWgFS7famCD0fwmAKOq1TtL24awIPxt6a9OOnD3Ixmh3x4I2A_De99WXK6GjvBQVI2g9T-GYSgvC65SkVphw-x4E/s320/IMG_3772.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We never got to see this show...it's supposedly a very cool IMAX film done underwater. The line was like 3 hours just to buy tickets. And you know me and lines....but maybe next time!<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj08lIp0TyDvb_z4H0N_v7dhcCs1yFSvCAGX0nPbTQgl6jZNAxX9E0ooaoucGxoELK2yahDYiDhHejgdQVcKjPDF-LjagIiddtNNfYdRlFRwkfbSVCBlBieMn8hW5kUzNhYpgTTg7kj2Q/s1600-h/IMG_3799.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231972500882033506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj08lIp0TyDvb_z4H0N_v7dhcCs1yFSvCAGX0nPbTQgl6jZNAxX9E0ooaoucGxoELK2yahDYiDhHejgdQVcKjPDF-LjagIiddtNNfYdRlFRwkfbSVCBlBieMn8hW5kUzNhYpgTTg7kj2Q/s320/IMG_3799.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sandy Shores Beach, Rhode Island. So picturesque! I went here to relax after completing my second triathlon and longest ever! The triathlon was 1/3 mile swim, 18 mile bike and 3.5 mile run.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nZev_pcrunXLahqyJwKCCMVWfNhMivTr1vsMYGjnVHZbiWATlQulc8aDXATk2GsyZt9R7_DHN7Pn88X-dHUpTYWPtRcifNBoQj0tblvq5_VYx47D0ePX-4ZcA38gWPOQwhk9Upc-Rug/s1600-h/IMG_3796.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971481329604354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nZev_pcrunXLahqyJwKCCMVWfNhMivTr1vsMYGjnVHZbiWATlQulc8aDXATk2GsyZt9R7_DHN7Pn88X-dHUpTYWPtRcifNBoQj0tblvq5_VYx47D0ePX-4ZcA38gWPOQwhk9Upc-Rug/s320/IMG_3796.JPG" border="0" /></a>The triathlon took place on the Naval Base at Newport, RI. These warships were unbelievably large.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptGX1wmnT83PVoujzyx3r2MYV9HWgXkhqkTGNdPQcK7PALV6fxSs12YsQ2jjoRooTdSjIAp21UT_to9bILWNaodQ-7D0avI1j1Z6biTA-jX6HjFpzwr6lwKujTVIuiPL2EpcUCst6ivY/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971483404980274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptGX1wmnT83PVoujzyx3r2MYV9HWgXkhqkTGNdPQcK7PALV6fxSs12YsQ2jjoRooTdSjIAp21UT_to9bILWNaodQ-7D0avI1j1Z6biTA-jX6HjFpzwr6lwKujTVIuiPL2EpcUCst6ivY/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" border="0" /></a>The view of the newport bridge in the distance. See those boueys? Is swam out to them and around for my first ever swim in ocean water. Very salty, but it was in Still Water Basin, so the waves weren't too bad. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6P32th4vvbK4Wee5lACfjpVQRVCuGfrZh2vKeQrA2MQ3OEOo6HUeZwuDv6PdafZJGEIWLf1uhkRPhAhLMso12nLMbIJ8CvzmHuv9hBhvuJgKsB1t7gVGlL05fvG6iOi2BZOFEkVZYybE/s1600-h/IMG_3800.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971491483428322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6P32th4vvbK4Wee5lACfjpVQRVCuGfrZh2vKeQrA2MQ3OEOo6HUeZwuDv6PdafZJGEIWLf1uhkRPhAhLMso12nLMbIJ8CvzmHuv9hBhvuJgKsB1t7gVGlL05fvG6iOi2BZOFEkVZYybE/s320/IMG_3800.JPG" border="0" /></a> Though called Sandy Point Beach, it's a very rocky New England beach in RI.</p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RC1ADWRFQX_njvop9Z7NFKMYJoNo_TAlz_aOhmxFkTwUb7TCjMKwnKBzYqmGTpUen07-ybBw3Il5RjxOU1XXrWiZcB7gSzDM2X1pClEdQIiisVh0fFVUQE8FoPRE6-tltNXXetxCzGI/s1600-h/IMG_3801.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971492124813378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RC1ADWRFQX_njvop9Z7NFKMYJoNo_TAlz_aOhmxFkTwUb7TCjMKwnKBzYqmGTpUen07-ybBw3Il5RjxOU1XXrWiZcB7gSzDM2X1pClEdQIiisVh0fFVUQE8FoPRE6-tltNXXetxCzGI/s320/IMG_3801.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Lazy Summer afternoon...I love those...pops, we gotta get a boat...soon!<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XohApMptGAxPrwYQzVNZscFckPjd8iLlPH5cZwmSb5wFNzq7liGVylbjaR2L7eFydtfpZjV1Y1Zkhq2znnfmaBVUEFbb5xDavfttcnFmJx1tAzy_e90Z1sf8QDfVqegmMWP13xWcO-w/s1600-h/IMG_3699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970953436322738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XohApMptGAxPrwYQzVNZscFckPjd8iLlPH5cZwmSb5wFNzq7liGVylbjaR2L7eFydtfpZjV1Y1Zkhq2znnfmaBVUEFbb5xDavfttcnFmJx1tAzy_e90Z1sf8QDfVqegmMWP13xWcO-w/s320/IMG_3699.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Megan, me and her friend Heidi spent a day at Hampton Beach in New Hampshire. It was alot like the beaches of the Outer Banks of NC only more crowded.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbR_SEV1FM56Zfi_jw8D2xGA3rTPOdkiSYUNcfBxHzGyLwrjwOaxVZeT_eYtiR9RmMD3DsGPYNqL8LFgl8bNqHruQOwDTsptg857TjzRl9EwYxLJOpAa3FcgEymPTcOGV0kl9-L_bxAFo/s1600-h/IMG_3700.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970958426849298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbR_SEV1FM56Zfi_jw8D2xGA3rTPOdkiSYUNcfBxHzGyLwrjwOaxVZeT_eYtiR9RmMD3DsGPYNqL8LFgl8bNqHruQOwDTsptg857TjzRl9EwYxLJOpAa3FcgEymPTcOGV0kl9-L_bxAFo/s320/IMG_3700.JPG" border="0" /></a>cool reflection in Heidi's sunglasses. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_KfrwmgSORHpncmiiZwxGfvrtq2PtJz4dRPF2NADPYIBvxYesENWg82f0tttFzbi686BKRKAqi0-wFhbHLmcWneHdXnFPkag59GgtdEEjIFFHVjR6hTz5aNxr1gZ8Vkl6GolgMccwIo/s1600-h/IMG_3704.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970960568845570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_KfrwmgSORHpncmiiZwxGfvrtq2PtJz4dRPF2NADPYIBvxYesENWg82f0tttFzbi686BKRKAqi0-wFhbHLmcWneHdXnFPkag59GgtdEEjIFFHVjR6hTz5aNxr1gZ8Vkl6GolgMccwIo/s320/IMG_3704.JPG" border="0" /></a>Us three E.R. nurses chillin out! </p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkM2hwbdflCbpDcN-dS14sX5pFaZiLSCpa_YCICCEqUfUJvasszjWosurJD8bpOGbs-YvvgkEXNYxGdkfg-ZXzmlTce9uwKADILFQqFWkMguCTJba0L_KkGhSkRZrqFgSpIqpVsYr28Fg/s1600-h/IMG_3712.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970965763961698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkM2hwbdflCbpDcN-dS14sX5pFaZiLSCpa_YCICCEqUfUJvasszjWosurJD8bpOGbs-YvvgkEXNYxGdkfg-ZXzmlTce9uwKADILFQqFWkMguCTJba0L_KkGhSkRZrqFgSpIqpVsYr28Fg/s320/IMG_3712.JPG" border="0" /></a> Megan in Little Italy, Boston, being a goofball (in case you needed the explanation)<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-nX-R2VIFsKG5l7FMtFXmdFzbCAH5R7mYCeFwbL01w3W1mJKId_MSiWwbbBzSmiK-l8qDqTIxXCM5_SblR3GhIJx3_mjIQ5IsydU2Fz36cYagBkXuBmdyTzskLU7CA0Xy-8saoobAj8/s1600-h/IMG_3769.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970357387124034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-nX-R2VIFsKG5l7FMtFXmdFzbCAH5R7mYCeFwbL01w3W1mJKId_MSiWwbbBzSmiK-l8qDqTIxXCM5_SblR3GhIJx3_mjIQ5IsydU2Fz36cYagBkXuBmdyTzskLU7CA0Xy-8saoobAj8/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some photos of Boston's Harbor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMzA6dt6qR-Fx92cMUgiQRrjUnDFB5eb_jfdtk_NK3oaDCfz3SNzvGerEucwXvLcsLqCEAo2CIDT-bV_msq3H-m6aMpQmp9p-HTlyK71FoN5q-0GVdQhij6xpCfkrBh4Q8cfiBJjkXk8/s1600-h/IMG_3795.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970361419944434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMzA6dt6qR-Fx92cMUgiQRrjUnDFB5eb_jfdtk_NK3oaDCfz3SNzvGerEucwXvLcsLqCEAo2CIDT-bV_msq3H-m6aMpQmp9p-HTlyK71FoN5q-0GVdQhij6xpCfkrBh4Q8cfiBJjkXk8/s320/IMG_3795.JPG" border="0" /></a>Seafood was everywhere...so of course I had to have some lobster...mmmmm! What's a trip to Boston without lobster? </p><p></p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSunolS4tOnQzfO_fFMrvDP1C-hGdQV417ipHMEweLrFmvcdXud0OrsOueWMspzplAx_AjZxR-gFxUM2SM4T3QZjf1xq4rQHwMyBcAocFuIBxr8wpVAAu_V2glKdaYnJGQyZIvIDHjaY/s1600-h/IMG_3793.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970365526208242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSunolS4tOnQzfO_fFMrvDP1C-hGdQV417ipHMEweLrFmvcdXud0OrsOueWMspzplAx_AjZxR-gFxUM2SM4T3QZjf1xq4rQHwMyBcAocFuIBxr8wpVAAu_V2glKdaYnJGQyZIvIDHjaY/s320/IMG_3793.JPG" border="0" /></a> Meggie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8orL4U1-MjeSbj2kYVkFW3iw5ovlcRR3jNhVq3I9-LUmPcFu2n1m5-q5uBL0TFK58ZG7zaI3Ke5bW1pzYveCSYD_ZgdMkAA4OrGIGugy0mzbYmgZ0agbDJa1LTqb4sHG7otAfiYOiWs/s1600-h/IMG_3771.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969718934282018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8orL4U1-MjeSbj2kYVkFW3iw5ovlcRR3jNhVq3I9-LUmPcFu2n1m5-q5uBL0TFK58ZG7zaI3Ke5bW1pzYveCSYD_ZgdMkAA4OrGIGugy0mzbYmgZ0agbDJa1LTqb4sHG7otAfiYOiWs/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yep, Boston<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiXNHVZVcHKPpUfqEaeJTuN8C3OVkesbA907jwngwD7SLQvJ6mej6SNEZSLJej4AeVcauTNnkrHOSwZ-WQ77QrOAMHnPVz398_XMb0bdixhcvrzfRqZAepxNpoV0Zf9cjHHX3riYpi4g/s1600-h/IMG_3777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969725316659138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiXNHVZVcHKPpUfqEaeJTuN8C3OVkesbA907jwngwD7SLQvJ6mej6SNEZSLJej4AeVcauTNnkrHOSwZ-WQ77QrOAMHnPVz398_XMb0bdixhcvrzfRqZAepxNpoV0Zf9cjHHX3riYpi4g/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me & Megan at the Harbor in Boston.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoOixz7Mg2UwkZmpAW6Jj6vNoz0bYLFmn4AENcQen8idY_Fniox5oLULE3iy76jBZvU1DniH7hey_1LECeZS2h7nRL8W7hr6_i-_YarhmwjbPRUHnyv2TrAzjruCFkPu4hx0JoQtePCM/s1600-h/IMG_3785.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969728378108226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoOixz7Mg2UwkZmpAW6Jj6vNoz0bYLFmn4AENcQen8idY_Fniox5oLULE3iy76jBZvU1DniH7hey_1LECeZS2h7nRL8W7hr6_i-_YarhmwjbPRUHnyv2TrAzjruCFkPu4hx0JoQtePCM/s320/IMG_3785.JPG" border="0" /></a>Cool buildings of all shapes and designs grace Boston's streets (which I might add are MUCH cleaner than NY's) </p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpujLlVCsJPOl5_MKFqpxTXrvB9VG7wvw1R6pUXbcUcff0PTouxKH9zWvQwxXiUp56wCpP9Yp_t9skMFeql0urHVfJGVOrFhou7354ZB_J_1gbNcINxGuSMdU1ablunErmbKIzgn8IdM/s1600-h/IMG_3792.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969731941952146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpujLlVCsJPOl5_MKFqpxTXrvB9VG7wvw1R6pUXbcUcff0PTouxKH9zWvQwxXiUp56wCpP9Yp_t9skMFeql0urHVfJGVOrFhou7354ZB_J_1gbNcINxGuSMdU1ablunErmbKIzgn8IdM/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Scary red models in some way-too-expensive store.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiM8ABXkpTQxZrXDUHc3_MhnGJZP2Vf61NCnPgwF41nQWei3Db7bdXnG7ffeCUyuMUWCPYrEj59cIqeRr3WQasfFCafiIZuI6a2P92WuOt9qkxgWjo3d-7VN2FsazmCIgXKJzU8bcLKz0/s1600-h/IMG_3737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969169640890434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiM8ABXkpTQxZrXDUHc3_MhnGJZP2Vf61NCnPgwF41nQWei3Db7bdXnG7ffeCUyuMUWCPYrEj59cIqeRr3WQasfFCafiIZuI6a2P92WuOt9qkxgWjo3d-7VN2FsazmCIgXKJzU8bcLKz0/s320/IMG_3737.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pastries in Quincy Market<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqa9JOFYRTygKf82t4mhYb0VXA-APnjm2HR1YTP12rLZkqhEQa_oVYWEI62nd28HBL5qG6f3JOSzJ39itUQcBg05rPDzUUmhzwOvAxh3zFVrsjpkyAY3oPXkE_n6u2AXm6CeNI5xP8GCA/s1600-h/IMG_3756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969176545059346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqa9JOFYRTygKf82t4mhYb0VXA-APnjm2HR1YTP12rLZkqhEQa_oVYWEI62nd28HBL5qG6f3JOSzJ39itUQcBg05rPDzUUmhzwOvAxh3zFVrsjpkyAY3oPXkE_n6u2AXm6CeNI5xP8GCA/s320/IMG_3756.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2lqt_Vcy1fROfM_Q3PP4MCuc9HtUGuc7tWkQ-8DcWIfux2cpJMDtiTqQxXUUoaMRfLcc8JYq9bcG7qLqgP5wjkcwgG7ZTP1Ep0Hp_d6XUusE9zkIEZQRS_7uCIaRloolMH00JHiJgto/s1600-h/IMG_3766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969177495929602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2lqt_Vcy1fROfM_Q3PP4MCuc9HtUGuc7tWkQ-8DcWIfux2cpJMDtiTqQxXUUoaMRfLcc8JYq9bcG7qLqgP5wjkcwgG7ZTP1Ep0Hp_d6XUusE9zkIEZQRS_7uCIaRloolMH00JHiJgto/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" /></a>Boston Harbor above and below<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvVlPWf612efpMOuuLZdRsTkCLGb0jRy2qhMXomNLuj6zdFALptFQCqJwkXQomQc9_s8HMJcwBnsCvJSUDFbcvuqcTq8yHubzT0LJgeF_N3vsOOeh0GoCfZ2dt_NcR0IxoVct6nJrMzw/s1600-h/IMG_3773.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969185144674354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvVlPWf612efpMOuuLZdRsTkCLGb0jRy2qhMXomNLuj6zdFALptFQCqJwkXQomQc9_s8HMJcwBnsCvJSUDFbcvuqcTq8yHubzT0LJgeF_N3vsOOeh0GoCfZ2dt_NcR0IxoVct6nJrMzw/s320/IMG_3773.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Below are some pictures of a very talented threesome--two brothers and a sister--from England who did some acrobatics in the streets:</p><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhv9ECMAAJdIxhwXo2iw2TUuEXdW4hyphenhyphenaXcE7G_JSmZqZNJAvam6GN_6ovT27qU7kFIrBZyCCHZ9oE2fGslGgVP2CEPAv2YYdBIczlnUVISJkFgdrAFkZQmemt00HSKDwNwUGOs6Z-7k8/s1600-h/IMG_3749.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968511288819778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhv9ECMAAJdIxhwXo2iw2TUuEXdW4hyphenhyphenaXcE7G_JSmZqZNJAvam6GN_6ovT27qU7kFIrBZyCCHZ9oE2fGslGgVP2CEPAv2YYdBIczlnUVISJkFgdrAFkZQmemt00HSKDwNwUGOs6Z-7k8/s320/IMG_3749.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGyUNHZZzDWF1MSFW88rE3_fMknH8E4P6Jvcug8MCED4I8YENweXKjq1a4O6jZP3xgICL6tJHyERPwAL-D80hCR91KrsZgzsr9EByyiDUeVZ_BZQVHhEBmMeuTNu-WjbDVVw52WjUI90/s1600-h/IMG_3751.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968515838452066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGyUNHZZzDWF1MSFW88rE3_fMknH8E4P6Jvcug8MCED4I8YENweXKjq1a4O6jZP3xgICL6tJHyERPwAL-D80hCR91KrsZgzsr9EByyiDUeVZ_BZQVHhEBmMeuTNu-WjbDVVw52WjUI90/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-p2VO2cMW_CZQHUaEoz5KQMRUq8ZmjLXEEdj0-NUy-cMCvfhZoPhDOxSrd-19euKxy9p4nEKOgBziT32YAP6a0aNp_Y7-XR77TTcmP7P13T7WRHR1RKpl_03BiE7OjQnCRkykG9PsfU/s1600-h/IMG_3752.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968521634632834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-p2VO2cMW_CZQHUaEoz5KQMRUq8ZmjLXEEdj0-NUy-cMCvfhZoPhDOxSrd-19euKxy9p4nEKOgBziT32YAP6a0aNp_Y7-XR77TTcmP7P13T7WRHR1RKpl_03BiE7OjQnCRkykG9PsfU/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ugxYOdY6L8bWp8UKFjpz7uymorRV_MkHJLNdsaLqMX4jJ3JradQBY5KZjM6muYqI4F-vCPyBwTeyGy3xbocMs98k5Ya-KGCbPRnPxSEGsGAfJTbBvHDaYA6YOAGVngHiaIQICU-KsUI/s1600-h/IMG_3753.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968525198492066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ugxYOdY6L8bWp8UKFjpz7uymorRV_MkHJLNdsaLqMX4jJ3JradQBY5KZjM6muYqI4F-vCPyBwTeyGy3xbocMs98k5Ya-KGCbPRnPxSEGsGAfJTbBvHDaYA6YOAGVngHiaIQICU-KsUI/s320/IMG_3753.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kids, this is what your hair can look like if you never wash or bush it again! BEWARE!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UEU6uaHgoDC3gel9bHM6ZJRsbCo8t2M2WkuvmIDmmqmwtv7wo72iZh1nODU-uLsdco5B1IsSlZ4X-tf_0E5n6hIbzIz-5JwLuD_SxLRhtpzRXJsEcgDVjk562tq11gFBXvTHVm_Wudk/s1600-h/IMG_3739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968150719558738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UEU6uaHgoDC3gel9bHM6ZJRsbCo8t2M2WkuvmIDmmqmwtv7wo72iZh1nODU-uLsdco5B1IsSlZ4X-tf_0E5n6hIbzIz-5JwLuD_SxLRhtpzRXJsEcgDVjk562tq11gFBXvTHVm_Wudk/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div>More of Quincy Markets below:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirIjVadR51RRz2Y_ltMOZP2sBpkLb-purdxcs_D8nPZdWfDJXXFy_uzk4XnXtoyuaQrQ8rWg2WapraRqGboN0nSqE0VWe_ijTST727Q4nHmhKl-t2XxUbAPs-ELYxAYkx8aNwsSyVX8o/s1600-h/IMG_3742.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968161629312706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirIjVadR51RRz2Y_ltMOZP2sBpkLb-purdxcs_D8nPZdWfDJXXFy_uzk4XnXtoyuaQrQ8rWg2WapraRqGboN0nSqE0VWe_ijTST727Q4nHmhKl-t2XxUbAPs-ELYxAYkx8aNwsSyVX8o/s320/IMG_3742.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1s-bfnkbCh3V3lMDK4UY2s5ay5UOl4n0tRP6LBZNxDqIeXDLtxA-wMei5OLGaL2BwJrcNtupQhAEWoZBn6kB0TQrx_Ako629gi61RscpB3cLcI3D5L5TGQJeXMSRmQvGYu5k7fQzkGw/s1600-h/IMG_3744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968166229942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1s-bfnkbCh3V3lMDK4UY2s5ay5UOl4n0tRP6LBZNxDqIeXDLtxA-wMei5OLGaL2BwJrcNtupQhAEWoZBn6kB0TQrx_Ako629gi61RscpB3cLcI3D5L5TGQJeXMSRmQvGYu5k7fQzkGw/s320/IMG_3744.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5aJkBVRKjjLIu0YkUox9D1kHyGwFaFaDfzR1axurYJHXktaxQwNyOJEyaHEM4h2mH8pKaEaY43M9jLA-_0DIO9WCnB2C7l33mSOWk42DWLdufOnF6lJuVIemVl3cM3kY4PvLD-Y1nFc/s1600-h/IMG_3753.JPG"></a>Best smoothie I ever drank...really...pinapple, strawberry, mango, and more....most expensive too...$7!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I missed the farmer's market in Syracuse, but there was a great produce market on the streets. Wish I could have brought some of those great deals home with me!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZ3ysmpxc7pPsiw8iBu2zvyDhFbSQcXisfe9IgmbZh66BCf_JTwHM6LunOKCq0_t_YQgqrnxni5R7XwF1Iln2bdv43z4zd9UduNtquFVZSYuwiUJIXjRiWEG2BPWOBKNjdoJ0tFR9Qa0/s1600-h/IMG_3720.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967786483059522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZ3ysmpxc7pPsiw8iBu2zvyDhFbSQcXisfe9IgmbZh66BCf_JTwHM6LunOKCq0_t_YQgqrnxni5R7XwF1Iln2bdv43z4zd9UduNtquFVZSYuwiUJIXjRiWEG2BPWOBKNjdoJ0tFR9Qa0/s320/IMG_3720.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcm8iPP-vlTfB4LfUc4Er1Y1DsRFyB6WbUU3FArniEK6VPZA3fMwU4zSYe_V6xdtwRBOZ5H-K9x6t-hXLsN7uTg3Vzs9i4z6_GOTtx3QhGRXr92dfngeTIewSFoR4cEuDqvUVmTaw9j0A/s1600-h/IMG_3722.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967790043290274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcm8iPP-vlTfB4LfUc4Er1Y1DsRFyB6WbUU3FArniEK6VPZA3fMwU4zSYe_V6xdtwRBOZ5H-K9x6t-hXLsN7uTg3Vzs9i4z6_GOTtx3QhGRXr92dfngeTIewSFoR4cEuDqvUVmTaw9j0A/s320/IMG_3722.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4H7knPsJ14wxY1t-tyxOVnpxVJZ79r2G9BoE9SpvULYSVUDaYWThj815e7JCDYeCHvZcuMwLVJaMXjyM1m52Jao1Hqtp7exsYc9Xf16c3JpoEOdXGDJLuXFNz08o2fTmhg7ucaDqfCFE/s1600-h/IMG_3723.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967794041544274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4H7knPsJ14wxY1t-tyxOVnpxVJZ79r2G9BoE9SpvULYSVUDaYWThj815e7JCDYeCHvZcuMwLVJaMXjyM1m52Jao1Hqtp7exsYc9Xf16c3JpoEOdXGDJLuXFNz08o2fTmhg7ucaDqfCFE/s320/IMG_3723.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Boston Skyline from the Subway...which goes above and below the city:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CJunhBYuTO1lN0n1egqkPVh_oXbpqgImDX3nofiKw90UL1FYe8xaFHyX3DbtFOxLxDIwNdtSNFrRXQ5DX3CSW60-_-gFMDGACMJMOj2sW0iOkE7bNc12rSQy7m62s8IYGdyLaOfZmPo/s1600-h/IMG_3717.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231965984530677634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CJunhBYuTO1lN0n1egqkPVh_oXbpqgImDX3nofiKw90UL1FYe8xaFHyX3DbtFOxLxDIwNdtSNFrRXQ5DX3CSW60-_-gFMDGACMJMOj2sW0iOkE7bNc12rSQy7m62s8IYGdyLaOfZmPo/s320/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4pZGbiKQIkd9JMNXYNvFYoMFHrZ4AR7z2NGv95t4hAQSGLICtLi1oUTJIkr-_M-4E0fKPHreOF2OEAArcbvMrCOZq3xdrPadnhQw_jTUlWUXib-AkIbao5fFnR_odVvCZsLOFX9ykPw/s1600-h/IMG_3718.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231965988894321474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4pZGbiKQIkd9JMNXYNvFYoMFHrZ4AR7z2NGv95t4hAQSGLICtLi1oUTJIkr-_M-4E0fKPHreOF2OEAArcbvMrCOZq3xdrPadnhQw_jTUlWUXib-AkIbao5fFnR_odVvCZsLOFX9ykPw/s320/IMG_3718.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and Meg on the subway.</div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wL-R2MF3j14pkdNS2fSdRVgLOS7Zi8_j76YsVOLmejSm8H9WP_jSM90j8UsFj64rG7M-GQVcpgScf50FsltlGs8ubiJIzgi64JeGRj6_MxVdljv8WuhX8QFrQJy6vl9CJW7Elnu5nUo/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231965994644458722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wL-R2MF3j14pkdNS2fSdRVgLOS7Zi8_j76YsVOLmejSm8H9WP_jSM90j8UsFj64rG7M-GQVcpgScf50FsltlGs8ubiJIzgi64JeGRj6_MxVdljv8WuhX8QFrQJy6vl9CJW7Elnu5nUo/s320/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" /></a>More Quincy Markets.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrFLxSdSnb8jy8QGJja7aVPtNzkI13CvuriS3nE_HSCtUTB_-bRxq_5r4FlYI9GHxlH2lVNhS9zzVD6HDCDQplAlEajk9sWbVr_6DhbT697JZlRDmZjUgaDlrDjPW0t1NWnliDop8U6Y/s1600-h/IMG_3709.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231965668505330946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrFLxSdSnb8jy8QGJja7aVPtNzkI13CvuriS3nE_HSCtUTB_-bRxq_5r4FlYI9GHxlH2lVNhS9zzVD6HDCDQplAlEajk9sWbVr_6DhbT697JZlRDmZjUgaDlrDjPW0t1NWnliDop8U6Y/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me kissing my man! He really is happy to see me, he just doesn't like to show it! lol</div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinlgvrz23VSm1Rf63PdLmvkG1DnPJJxYUOivNfNdloY0wZOkuAqxOLUIHu4cFOLlVljvTwrZhTGtP53SbMvE58shgGe8VQD1S59w_IG2tl3r3rtVvZhQBiHHMW13Q-4Qao1c6x7CUl_Y/s1600-h/IMG_3707.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231965674942205698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinlgvrz23VSm1Rf63PdLmvkG1DnPJJxYUOivNfNdloY0wZOkuAqxOLUIHu4cFOLlVljvTwrZhTGtP53SbMvE58shgGe8VQD1S59w_IG2tl3r3rtVvZhQBiHHMW13Q-4Qao1c6x7CUl_Y/s320/IMG_3707.JPG" border="0" /></a>The three of us after eating a scrumptuous meal in Little Italy. mmmmmm....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-46589357561851443792008-07-24T07:23:00.000-07:002008-07-24T07:32:38.454-07:00Thoughts on Prejudice<em>The following is a reflective paper I wrote for class. The topic interests me, so I thought others might find it thought-provoking as well.</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1HkupJhVIZ4mZRtWC-Yu9YC1mkz1em84nceZUOQGe5dCQwemkxmojCV8KYTcQYUdGxumUg2rIa3xDHpOvAylcUfHC6WPd9e1iaNsvMFe6fPCkpuqo1y9F0sGuPvGZQfvvqQ5pEScdHI/s1600-h/blackwhite%5B1%5D.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226587956661347170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1HkupJhVIZ4mZRtWC-Yu9YC1mkz1em84nceZUOQGe5dCQwemkxmojCV8KYTcQYUdGxumUg2rIa3xDHpOvAylcUfHC6WPd9e1iaNsvMFe6fPCkpuqo1y9F0sGuPvGZQfvvqQ5pEScdHI/s320/blackwhite%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I grew up having a heartfelt compassion for those who are mistreated. This led me to read extensively about certain specific groups of people, like the Jews during the Holocaust and African Americans, who were often the object of hate and discrimination. I remember reading the book “Roots” at 12 years old and crying at the injustice. Other soul-searching, well known books like “Black Like Me”, “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”, and “To Kill a Mockingbird” were among many other books I read about Blacks in American History. And they yanked hard on my young heartstrings.<br /><br /><br />Perhaps I was a strange child, a little morose or something. However, those types of books fascinated me because they were true. They really happened to people. The suffering I read about sometimes made me hate the fact that I was Caucasian. But they also helped to foster in me a deep-seated care and concern specifically for Jews and Black Americans.<br />Fast-forward to now. I’m an adult. I’ve been working as a nurse in the Emergency Department setting for about 8 years. Every day we care for people of all walks of life. But in Crouse’s E.R., we seem to have a larger and poorer African American population than we did at St. Joe’s where I worked for 5 years. I brought with me a care and desire to reach out with kindness to the Blacks I would come in contact with. Yet, many times (not all the time, but often) my kindness would be returned with hostility and rudeness.<br /><br /><br />We, as health care professionals in the Emergency Department, are often the target of abusive language and obscenities. We see apparent abuses of the health care system, where people use the Emergency Department as their primary care providers. When we see the same people coming in time and again, and we experience the rude language and attitudes over and over, we begin to chalk it up to “feelings of entitlement”. I found myself beginning to categorize people, and feelings of prejudice creeping in to my thought processes. I also found myself beginning to grow calloused, hardened to it all. I would respond by walking away muttering insults which I could never say aloud to those who were yelling at me, but which somehow made me feel vindicated.<br /><br /><br />And I know that I’m not alone. I’ve watched many of my co-workers respond the same way. It seemed to me that my ideals of racial equality and non-discrimination were nothing but youthful ignorance. In the past three years at Crouse, I began realizing an internal struggle that I was having. Deep down, I knew there probably was a reason for the way we health care professionals were being treated, but it didn’t seem fair or right. What did we do to deserve this sort of treatment? The anger we experienced from others felt misdirected. And in turn, we were misdirecting our anger back at others who we felt were treating us unfairly. As I thought more on this, I could see how discrimination and prejudice can be a viscous cycle.<br /><br /><br />I really don’t want to be part of this cycle. So, I started praying about this problem. “God, please help me. Help my heart to change.” It didn’t happen over night. But I did begin by talking with my boss and admitting that I could feel these prejudice feelings living and growing in me. She suggested I talk with an African American lady who is our Director of Guest Services at the hospital. I went to her. Although our conversation was interesting, it didn’t seem to change anything in me. She also suggested “Help People” which is an organization employees can access to assist them in a variety of ways for the many problems they face. I went there. It didn’t help much.<br /><br /><br />I continued to pray. After church one day, I had a conversation with a friend who is doing a student-teaching experience in the inner city of Syracuse. My ears perked up. She shared how it was difficult for her at first to deal with the attitudes and different behaviors that she experienced from children of different ethnicities. I then shared a little with her about my feelings of prejudice and concerns that I had regarding them, but apparent inability to change. She told me that she had a couple books which really helped her to see their side a little more clearly. One book she gave me was written by Ruby Payne called, “A Framework for Understanding Poverty”.<br /><br /><br />Payne’s book opened my eyes tremendously. In the book she explains how all three classes: poverty, middle class, and wealth, have unwritten rules. She shows how understanding these unwritten rules are imperative for survival within that class. It is clear, by the short “Could you survive?” quizzes that each one of us in middle class would find it very difficult to know how to survive and behave in wealth, but we would actually find it just as difficult to get by in poverty. And in the same way, those in wealth would not be able to survive in the other classes, and quite understandably those in poverty find it impossible as well.<br /><br /><br />Payne also explains how money is not the only resource important for success in the different classes. She explains how our support systems play a key role as well. She categorizes these supports into 7 groups: Coping Strategies, Options During Problem Solving, Information and Know-How, Temporary Relief from Emotional, Mental, Financial, and/or Time Constraints, Connections to Other People and Resources, Positive Self-Talk, and Procedural Self-Talk. They may sound like a lot of psycho-babble. But the book clearly shows how each of us come to the table with different understandings and support systems. These greatly influence our thought processes and ultimately our behavior.<br /><br /><br />I have been able to reflect and expound on the ideas brought out by this insightful book. And they have helped to change my incorrect ways of thinking. Understanding that people are not mindful of the same rules of etiquette, for example, has taken the sting out of their insults. Also, realizing that there is a whole system of supports that many people are lacking, sheds light on the reason why no matter how much money is spent on certain community problems, they still remain. The book isn’t a cure for all prejudices, but it does promote a better understanding of those who don’t act, respond or think like you do. And understanding eventually, can help to bridge those wide gaps between classes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBDN5cAGjMq5wWuX3Hd9W1oddn5Xibw_9mJIClgzuc83Ev9qi610YYJtkpaTWpLhSg06c53f6UkjZPl-0wvru-YEWygfyphn5oNkv96PhOR1SCKefNd2walPXcdHYawWyio_BGbmDU0g/s1600-h/black-and-white-baby-together%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226587970107815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBDN5cAGjMq5wWuX3Hd9W1oddn5Xibw_9mJIClgzuc83Ev9qi610YYJtkpaTWpLhSg06c53f6UkjZPl-0wvru-YEWygfyphn5oNkv96PhOR1SCKefNd2walPXcdHYawWyio_BGbmDU0g/s320/black-and-white-baby-together%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-16183073893991604792008-07-18T17:14:00.001-07:002008-07-18T17:41:40.835-07:00My 1st Ever Triathlon--Oneida ShoresUp until the very day of the tri, I wasn't sure I'd really do it. I had been training, but 2 weeks before the date, I got a heavy chest cold that knocked me down. For 10 days I did nothing but sleep and work. The night before was church and Mike and Auddie Mastroleo made a point to let me know just how disappointed they'd be if I didn't go for my goal.<br /><br />Welll, thankfully, the morning of the Triathlon, I felt energized. I woke up at 0500, drank a big glass of home-made carrot juice, ripe with anti-oxidants and vitamins, and loaded all my gear into the car and headed out to Oneida Shores.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARkCrbrjSfxHjxOzt5Ooeh_sYnG8OOG0Sp7SWLEPNV1MsuCtq8ES-8tXnzWOlhCIGAJyWV3XGAM-jWfV4VCqoT8mQATM_mYMdke4VCUgA8kTY2v4f63QBNIhiGqpjUzP0tCtyA67rIZg/s1600-h/MARQUIS_145_TAS080159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224513625887478658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARkCrbrjSfxHjxOzt5Ooeh_sYnG8OOG0Sp7SWLEPNV1MsuCtq8ES-8tXnzWOlhCIGAJyWV3XGAM-jWfV4VCqoT8mQATM_mYMdke4VCUgA8kTY2v4f63QBNIhiGqpjUzP0tCtyA67rIZg/s320/MARQUIS_145_TAS080159.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was glad I arrived early, because I got to set up all my gear...towel, sneakers, socks, change of clothes, bike in ready position.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYc0SotqTftPqE6DsWyDEAKntZEVIerQBhzo0mBtbheOhIoXubVeGQWBzzVfFUeWJ630-NFIH9CFf3mterkof2g-Jq9zY04paPqOaxIJwO8-ZHmQGsPoCzsr9isgOeHPxAhSlAZEmVJ4/s1600-h/MARQUIS_145_TAS080545.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224513630606856066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYc0SotqTftPqE6DsWyDEAKntZEVIerQBhzo0mBtbheOhIoXubVeGQWBzzVfFUeWJ630-NFIH9CFf3mterkof2g-Jq9zY04paPqOaxIJwO8-ZHmQGsPoCzsr9isgOeHPxAhSlAZEmVJ4/s320/MARQUIS_145_TAS080545.JPG" border="0" /></a>One funny, but notable thing happened just before the race. I was all ready to go, and just kind of pacing around, excited and bubbly inside. And this cute guy comes up to me. He leans in real close and says, "Hey your wet suit's on backwards." Well, that wasn't at all what I was expecting to happen. I told him he was mistaken. But then all his buddies assured me that indeed he wasn't...lol. Who knew that the zipper goes in the back on a wet suit?!? So, with 4 minutes to spare I mustered whatever dignity I had left and ran to the bathroom to put that blasted suit put on right. How embarrassing!<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJ4XuqZqd5GICENvx4zOakyt5p-xKfh2kwVOtNxk-dEH3dmW0OcbdimWBcJscHFh9DdSQvEta5wspp2qK1tWeMqFbnz_wXTrCGoqyHcfq18L6OM75fq_Td4hXA2rQjigGtf-iws62xds/s1600-h/MARQUIS_145_TAS081317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224513638596738706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJ4XuqZqd5GICENvx4zOakyt5p-xKfh2kwVOtNxk-dEH3dmW0OcbdimWBcJscHFh9DdSQvEta5wspp2qK1tWeMqFbnz_wXTrCGoqyHcfq18L6OM75fq_Td4hXA2rQjigGtf-iws62xds/s320/MARQUIS_145_TAS081317.JPG" border="0" /></a>The biking was a blast. Note the numbers on my arms, leg, bike and even there's one that you can't see on the back of my calf. That number is my age. How nice! For all to see, they put your age on the back of your calf. Didn't know that before I signed up. And it was lots of fun trying to scrub the ink off as I raced to get ready for the graduation ceremony/reception I had to go to right after.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-euGICcMW33VB8-zIchsWDW97x5c85KTVkN0yeUMvWGo6ewweyt6RWLzl2_zM7bbpDPLSw9_Jzsl3DJ06wBpaT195D2TQjs5Hx4x5PfFlFDBBOznuBftAhF2H7KF6OocVleouYoHTio/s1600-h/MARQUIS_145_TAS081476.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224512833542230370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-euGICcMW33VB8-zIchsWDW97x5c85KTVkN0yeUMvWGo6ewweyt6RWLzl2_zM7bbpDPLSw9_Jzsl3DJ06wBpaT195D2TQjs5Hx4x5PfFlFDBBOznuBftAhF2H7KF6OocVleouYoHTio/s320/MARQUIS_145_TAS081476.JPG" border="0" /></a>My least favorite leg of the triathlon is running. I did enjoy being out in nature, though. But not being able to breathe and feeling all wobbly off the bike wasn't a great feeling. </p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWWbf96ede5x3hEfiJ-voyqLA4f1Dzke049k57uA4YQGKbqfexWkUlsZxL6RYcFIWbwTEEpBXCGlIfoTWGQXGImJnaFnkQvKNfAk0rInUmDpJg1QW1FpIJ4yhsklIdNVIfa6zvo4av4s/s1600-h/MARQUIS_145_TAS082290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224512834852492098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWWbf96ede5x3hEfiJ-voyqLA4f1Dzke049k57uA4YQGKbqfexWkUlsZxL6RYcFIWbwTEEpBXCGlIfoTWGQXGImJnaFnkQvKNfAk0rInUmDpJg1QW1FpIJ4yhsklIdNVIfa6zvo4av4s/s320/MARQUIS_145_TAS082290.JPG" border="0" /></a>So, here I am in full sprint. And unbeknownst to me, in full smile as well. But the announcer sure didn't miss it and he made sure everyone else didn't either. "Look at this young lady with the big smile. She looks so happy to be here!" Despite my embarrassment, I guess I was. This really was alot of fun. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpW5YCtt_GFcfrxNsO5YZlUf476OrSQAfTLuOAvv610YCaEU86S223k4YZxZQFdbhqXxwJBv68UjabSyPleUnCfwIuuNABHkhS4XZ3QLeKNxluyzaowpSXv6L7lKbxpTo-zrn_g7chkM/s1600-h/MARQUIS_145_TAS082307.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224512850883296338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpW5YCtt_GFcfrxNsO5YZlUf476OrSQAfTLuOAvv610YCaEU86S223k4YZxZQFdbhqXxwJBv68UjabSyPleUnCfwIuuNABHkhS4XZ3QLeKNxluyzaowpSXv6L7lKbxpTo-zrn_g7chkM/s320/MARQUIS_145_TAS082307.JPG" border="0" /></a>The blessed finish line! Yay! I did it! I completed my first ever triathlon. (now I'm setting my sights on a triathlon in each of the 50 states....what do you think?) </p><p>oh...p.s. Photos are courtesy of Lepow photos. I guess there's a copyright so I have to give them credit.</p><p><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-16376607550862643072008-06-29T16:08:00.000-07:002008-06-29T20:52:54.560-07:00Leading by ServingIn the past, my opinion has always been that leadership is a skill that people either have or they don’t. Some people are born leaders and others are followers. As I’ve grown though, I’ve come to realize that there are many different types of leadership styles as well as that there are good and bad leaders. For example, some leaders are given that title by chance of their job. Yet those who are supposed to be following them don’t trust them and they, quite honestly, don‘t care much about those they are supposed to be leading.<br /><br />Sometimes by just not walking in step with the rest of the crowd, you stand out as a leader accidentally. Being a good leader may depend on just how far down a path you are willing to walk alone, if you believe in the cause, that others may see your sacrifice and determination, and have the courage to come up behind you and join you. And as I’ve learned, good leadership often involves serving the very ones you lead.<br /><br /><br />A short while ago, while at work at Crouse Hospital in the Emergency Department, we had an unlikely visitor. He was man in his 50’s who showed up in a pair of light green scrubs one evening, with a winning smile and a “can do” attitude. We were informed by our manager that this was Chris and he would be one of our new transporters. Immediately I started wondering why a guy of his age and with this much obvious charisma might possibly be working as a transporter. The only answer I could come up with is that he must have gotten involved in drugs or alcohol which short-circuited his great career potential. I also surmised that in time, the real personality problems that lay deep within his psyche would probably begin to emerge.<br /><br />I happened to be wrong in all of my assumptions. I found out that this man was actually very successful. He happened to be Chris Farnum, Vice President of Finance at Crouse Hospital and he had recently been given the duty of being Interim Chief Nursing Officer as well. Knowing that he had little experience in this role and no clinical experience, he decided to become one of us for a while. I will always respect him for how he chose to take on his new role as our leader. He worked tirelessly from the moment he arrived each evening, which usually was around 5:30 after a long day of work in the office. He got along well with all the staff members and patients alike in the E.R. He would whisk patients all over the hospital and do any task that was asked of him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXf1lpYp712PnJWdWSEg7UQvfgr5iDC6zeAwx7VopvnzTvHs7f8BHmh4MQrzxaWu3B-8u1Qy62LZ3ypRCcBxeenjz7SvosUPcagf_Fr4FGUyx7EonYMPuBDlNDA2wsigJgx5FW312WwaQ/s1600-h/yearbook+06-07+559.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217445416186935890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXf1lpYp712PnJWdWSEg7UQvfgr5iDC6zeAwx7VopvnzTvHs7f8BHmh4MQrzxaWu3B-8u1Qy62LZ3ypRCcBxeenjz7SvosUPcagf_Fr4FGUyx7EonYMPuBDlNDA2wsigJgx5FW312WwaQ/s320/yearbook+06-07+559.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Pictured above on left Dr. Kronenberg, CEO of Crouse Hospital and Chris Farnum, VP of Finance, on right, at last year's Christmas Party. )<br /><br />Once his secret identity was let out, he took in the many suggestions and problems that we brought to his listening ears. From housekeepers to physicians, we would tell him our concerns. It was almost therapeutic for us because for so long the E.R. had felt forgotten and suddenly we had someone who seemed to care. He saw first hand the resistance we received from inhouse staff when we would try to send patients up for admissions. He lived the chaos of continuous ambulance arrivals even after being put on diversion to try to stop their influx. He heard the profanities and insults of intoxicated patients and irate family members. He felt our pain, personally.<br /><br /><br />He took on this humble role, but he also led us as well. He encouraged us to put a smile on our faces and give each patient good customer service. This he did just by showing us how it should be done. There were times when we would be stressed out and feeling like we needed to go on diversion and he would encourage us to hold out a little longer. We knew that financially, the hospital did not want us to be on diversion, but having someone from Administration living the stress with us helped us to believe we could indeed stay off diversion a little longer. Because of his apparent care for us, we were willing to do just about anything that he asked of us.<br /><br />Unfortunately, his time in the E.R. ended all too soon as a new, permanent Chief Nursing Officer was hired. But I was left with a sense of awe for this man. I kept mulling over in my mind trying to figure out what it was that I was so impressed with. Was it his humility? Was it his charisma? Was it his unique ability to lead such a stubborn and opinionated group of people like those of us in the E.R.? It was all that and more. There was something vaguely familiar about this leadership style. And finally I realized what it was.<br /><br />The greatest leader of all times, Jesus Christ, did just what I saw Chris Farnum do, only to a much greater extent. He was God, with all the power that entailed. Yet, he stooped down to our level. He came down to earth, put on humanity and lived with all the pains and temptations that we have. He was their leader, yet he washed his disciples feet and even cooked meals for them at times. He wept over the stubborn city of Jerusalem who refused to accept his outstretched hand of love. And he performed many miracles for the sick, poor and outcasts of his day.<br /><br /><br />And while serving others, he asked of them service. By washing his disciples feet, he taught them that they should do this for others. By refusing to give in to temptation, he called us all to an even higher level of moral maturity. By reaching out to the poor and outcasts, he expressed the importance of compassion and God’s love for others. Jesus Christ taught a radical message of self sacrifice and obedience to God’s word. He did this not only by his words but by his actions. And his message has permeated practically every area of the globe even 2,000 years later.<br /><br />As I reflect on the example of Chris Farnum as our temporary leader and then more on Jesus Christ, I am impressed with many things; one of them is the realization that true leadership means much more than giving orders. It means rolling up your sleeves and showing others that you are willing to serve with them. Self-sacrifice and determination in a leader are great qualities that inspire others to follow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-62147352195587981722008-06-25T18:45:00.001-07:002008-06-26T02:34:32.403-07:00Public Speaking<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJN-jukOvYygyKoJdDkcmmo0p2oM4NQuqfcKvSiB2ZZkuZwnXrHs5nq-4DYEO21QEe1pH0dYQbio18Jjlo4Y92Sy4dnvgpeN0B74iANno0omJ8KguYFALQk9bB06EUJSIN_q7R1KsG98/s1600-h/769187_muddy_shoes_4%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216001242772403874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJN-jukOvYygyKoJdDkcmmo0p2oM4NQuqfcKvSiB2ZZkuZwnXrHs5nq-4DYEO21QEe1pH0dYQbio18Jjlo4Y92Sy4dnvgpeN0B74iANno0omJ8KguYFALQk9bB06EUJSIN_q7R1KsG98/s320/769187_muddy_shoes_4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I can’t help it. My heart starts to race. My palms get sweaty. My mouth goes dry. (In nursing we call this the “fight or flight” response) Well, right now I want to run; run far away and hide. I try to open my mouth and nothing comes out. A little more effort and my shaky voice reveals my nervousness right away. I clear my throat, swallow hard, and try a little louder. Thank God I have my notes in front of me! I am speaking now, but I can feel my voice racing. I just want this to be over. Get it over and sit down without completely humiliating myself. I feel dizzy and loose my concentration. Back to the notes. But in the back of my mind I know that nobody wants to be read to or talked at right now. They just want me to be relaxed and comfortable. Maybe even funny. But I can’t. I race through my prepared notes and rush to my seat, red-faced.<br />Despite numerous attempts and forcing myself to take a Public Speaking class in college, the story is always the same. Failure. I have spent quite a lot of time thinking about why this might be. I’ve tried to imagine the audience in their underwear or funny-looking hats, but if it hasn’t made me nauseated, at best it just makes me want to giggle, which for sure I shouldn’t start doing, or I might not stop.<br /></div><div>Recently, I have become more involved in the union at Crouse Hospital. I sat on the Bargaining Committee as we bargained our latest contract. A few times I had to speak up to the large crowd that sat around the room in a sort of round table format. That went well. There have been many other incidents when in front of fairly large groups of supervisors, managers, directors and others, I’ve had to defend an innocent co-worker or plead the case of our department to get some unfair practice or policy changed. That has all gone surprisingly well.<br />I almost started to think that I had overcome this fear of speaking in public. But then I was asked recently to speak at the going away party of a lady who is very special to me. She was changing jobs and I was asked to welcome everyone. I knew almost everyone there from our Bargaining Committee experience. And, although I prepared my notes and tried to calm myself beforehand, the same exact “fight or flight” response happened and I bombed the speech.<br />Currently, the union is looking to improve and expand our new employee orientation. They’ve asked me to help. Maybe I wouldn’t mind speaking to a crowd of anywhere from twelve to fifty complete strangers? Are they crazy?!?! I’ve avoided it for months. But then I keep hearing repeatedly from new employees how lame the union looks in our Crouse orientation. And I know that something needs to change. But as it stands right now, I know that if I were to try to do it, I’d do just as bad if not worse.<br /></div><div>So, I’ve been talking this over with our new Crouse Union Representative. He was trying to convince me the other day, “Come on Grace, I know you can do this. I saw you speak up very well in front of 30 or more nurses the other day.” “But that was totally different“, I argue. “How?” “Well, we were all sitting down as equals. And I didn’t have the job of talking at them. We were all just having a sort of round table discussion.” And then the light bulb goes on! That’s what I hate is talking at people and being in a “higher position” than a whole group of people. Perhaps it’s a self confidence issue. I’m not sure. But if we are all at the same level, and anyone has the option of chiming in at any time, I’m comfortable with that.<br /></div><div>He then suggested that we revamp our orientation completely. “You know what we’re going to try, Grace? We’re going to have everyone gather their chairs around in a big group circle and we’re just all going to talk about the Union.” We had our first trial run of this on Tuesday. There were 35 people of different ages and backgrounds all gathered in the circle. And we just talked. It was comfortable. The other people in the group seemed to respond favorably too.<br /></div><div>The more I reflect on the idea along with our union ideals, the more I feel it goes along exactly with what we are trying to express with the union. No one person is more important than another. We are all on the same team. The playing field is level. One of the main ideas we want to express to our union members is that the union doesn’t fight our battles for us, it gives a voice so we can fight our own. The body language we use expressing that concept is probably just as important as our words. I like this new format for orientation. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-68557414736887056192008-06-16T05:03:00.000-07:002008-06-16T05:32:54.793-07:00Saved at Nine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSsv5q-8-vHv6kDhQUj-mpV3b9KAbhb3kBMhQ22EZNvqtd_Qt0e_Q_hxwhiRgQIfcmlXwmo6QjIXIyWKWLXckVcpPZx_vRwS9I8kO1JDeW21OlmZBHuWDWgKV5c_HuN-gSu9hPTkhJjU/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452106255623938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSsv5q-8-vHv6kDhQUj-mpV3b9KAbhb3kBMhQ22EZNvqtd_Qt0e_Q_hxwhiRgQIfcmlXwmo6QjIXIyWKWLXckVcpPZx_vRwS9I8kO1JDeW21OlmZBHuWDWgKV5c_HuN-gSu9hPTkhJjU/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Classes have started for me again. The first writing assignment is to write an autobiography. Here's one part of my memoir.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJCwAY2jQMjZEsBrFc9AheXr3FMPislUHokM2WVObrOF4Oe-mn9SlD8dbEBra9jXo32JqFM4H26-ZDfdlq6aL2bqPxIr5UafR8i1a9pF0rg7O_JyAqITo5Phyl0-SQdSn8wb1wh0WoIQ/s1600-h/camp07+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452091537773554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJCwAY2jQMjZEsBrFc9AheXr3FMPislUHokM2WVObrOF4Oe-mn9SlD8dbEBra9jXo32JqFM4H26-ZDfdlq6aL2bqPxIr5UafR8i1a9pF0rg7O_JyAqITo5Phyl0-SQdSn8wb1wh0WoIQ/s320/camp07+082.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />At nine years old, running free outside, feeling fresh air in my lungs, riding my bike and swimming are some of my favorite things to do. I wish summer would last forever! Even still, this wish remains in my heart, the heart of a Central New York lifer.<br /><br />I love being nine years old. Life is simple, like my faith. I run and play and sing for hours through what seems like endless summer days. And then, when the sun is just beginning to set, my little sister (aka...my partner in play) and I lay face up in the soft, freshly cut grass and stare up at the blue, blue sky watching the puffy white clouds float by.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFhPqalpjfTSFmxbsUGTMqGqPaXBMh9gPyKjFKdQULa0ltI5ulktI6zZQBrG74PZNLZvL4iL9yKGOXcaGwbHLIrcZy-_PNKIHTfT3DETr1ny32t6H0WmLhYqmSd9ks0_yLAi0GGCY0Nw/s1600-h/Pictures+503.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212453086330670562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFhPqalpjfTSFmxbsUGTMqGqPaXBMh9gPyKjFKdQULa0ltI5ulktI6zZQBrG74PZNLZvL4iL9yKGOXcaGwbHLIrcZy-_PNKIHTfT3DETr1ny32t6H0WmLhYqmSd9ks0_yLAi0GGCY0Nw/s320/Pictures+503.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />It is one of those glorious, never ending CNY summer days. I'm laughing and splashing in the water at our church camp. My friend Jamie and I are in a race to see who could do the most back flips underwater in one breath. I want to win. Again and again we push ourselves. “...7...8.…9...” I'm starting to need air “...10...11...AHHH! I gotta come up!”<br /><br />I spring myself to the top, but only find more water. Disoriented, I begin to panic. Round and round I grope, grasping, clawing, trying to get to the top. Opening my eyes wide in fright, I search around. “Jesus, please help me!“ My eyes catch a glimpse through the murky, seaweed filled waters….light! There it is! Go, get air! I lunge as fast as I can towards the light to catch a desperate breath of air as my lungs feel like they’re going to explode! The pain! The pressure!<br /><br />I reach the light and spring to the surface, smashing my head on a piece of wood. There’s only space enough for my nose and mouth above the water. Where am I? I realize I have surfaced underneath the long, wooden docks. We’re not allowed under here. Squishy mud is under my feet. Seaweed wraps around my arms. Rumor has it that water snakes live here, under the docks. I don’t care. I can breathe.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8YQ9bNjaV3m-BqcCQ9pOV7SjiQB-gvJ90zPldY2Rz8pX-3X74c5JThp_G2yUEsbE7yNUOCAPp3zplK3VgAjmX-T6VeRQr8UxM3woT_MRDWl0uQpSeqMOCXjmfQtQ1cGNVGPsSR4kPwY/s1600-h/camp07+141.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452119745357986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8YQ9bNjaV3m-BqcCQ9pOV7SjiQB-gvJ90zPldY2Rz8pX-3X74c5JThp_G2yUEsbE7yNUOCAPp3zplK3VgAjmX-T6VeRQr8UxM3woT_MRDWl0uQpSeqMOCXjmfQtQ1cGNVGPsSR4kPwY/s320/camp07+141.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I sputter out a weak, “Help me.” The rest is a blur. A strong lifeguard is carrying me to a blanket on the beach. I’m wrapped in towels. I’m safe and warm. I can breathe. I am saved!<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroRbzcdCsl1dpQu6rMJVBi3qxVnSqtP_0KHiXkeEjFb_JXJ_qvxWuRc4IuiYCs7Isreivr-Ze9WvGpTpQKd9nDs0mf5mamxMOZ1ZWbitu5NKG5Se9L9ws0YiaN2oAsKvAuNWhBnQrlBg/s1600-h/family+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212453096884653666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroRbzcdCsl1dpQu6rMJVBi3qxVnSqtP_0KHiXkeEjFb_JXJ_qvxWuRc4IuiYCs7Isreivr-Ze9WvGpTpQKd9nDs0mf5mamxMOZ1ZWbitu5NKG5Se9L9ws0YiaN2oAsKvAuNWhBnQrlBg/s320/family+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-39920746179285731902008-06-11T20:25:00.000-07:002008-06-11T20:35:40.204-07:00Sometimes it's so hard to tell the truth (a poem about Emergency Medicine)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUiHzIgZVkBo2gwhAshjPZwztloNp1OQgP_sNbY4YhutdsI1MQU5XrTJ4Xo0yLxN1P6Bhb6Hx1IrE_DJwl7qCLBoDslM5Wy0ayo8wyS0NQOs5s5fJOVRwSAOGgsHb4vIBBx2yCoNFE03M/s1600-h/Crouse+ER+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUiHzIgZVkBo2gwhAshjPZwztloNp1OQgP_sNbY4YhutdsI1MQU5XrTJ4Xo0yLxN1P6Bhb6Hx1IrE_DJwl7qCLBoDslM5Wy0ayo8wyS0NQOs5s5fJOVRwSAOGgsHb4vIBBx2yCoNFE03M/s320/Crouse+ER+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210831378205731986" /></a><br />I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine<br />I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time<br />I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight<br />I don’t want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies<br /><br /><br />You didn’t put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids<br />I want to say you didn’t ... but in a way, you did<br />You pound your fists into my chest, you’re hurting so inside<br />I want to say you’ll be OK, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />You left chemicals within his reach and now it’s in his eyes<br />I want to say your son will see, not tell you he’ll be blind<br />You ask me if he’ll be OK, with pleading in your eyes<br />I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />I can see you’re crying as your life goes up in smoke<br />If you’d maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke<br />Don’t grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive<br />Don’t make me tell you they’re all dead, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />I want to say she’ll be OK, you didn’t take her life<br />I hear you say you love her and you’d never hurt your wife<br />You thought you didn’t drink too much, you thought that you could drive<br />I don’t want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time<br />How could she have fell from there? You thought she couldn’t climb<br />I want to say her neck’s not broke, that she will be just fine<br />I don’t want to say she’s paralyzed, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />I want to tell this teen his buddies didn’t die in vain<br />Because he thought that it’d be cool to try to beat that train<br />I don’t want to tell him this will haunt him all his life<br />I want to say that he’ll forget, I want to tell him lies<br /><br />You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun<br />Now you want me to undo the damage that’s been done<br />You tell me she’s your only child, you say she’s only five<br />I don’t want to say she wont see six, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone<br />It was only for a second that you left him there alone<br />If you let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive<br />But I don’t want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn<br />And we couldn’t get them out of there before the whole thing burned<br />Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive<br />But I don’t want to say those words, I want to tell you lies<br /><br />But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through<br />And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you, <br />You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine<br />I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you liesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-57007627827967675992008-06-11T07:44:00.000-07:002008-06-11T07:52:34.452-07:00In Defense of Sheree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZOT2MlNxxhOAuYZGWi0lc4BMJRiqtZCwmvxYegsLiApxxJQ5UTw_PC9GZVFi7a0eyTGs4dCSHPT-vYKdz-cI6EMrP2x6pyMUk87057BrzLsM52xEzMDpi5h-GM6E4AR-pk6_bw-2UvU/s1600-h/camp07+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZOT2MlNxxhOAuYZGWi0lc4BMJRiqtZCwmvxYegsLiApxxJQ5UTw_PC9GZVFi7a0eyTGs4dCSHPT-vYKdz-cI6EMrP2x6pyMUk87057BrzLsM52xEzMDpi5h-GM6E4AR-pk6_bw-2UvU/s320/camp07+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210635229454118578" /></a><br /><br />Ok, I recently mocked Sheree in a comment on another person's blog. In the post, Jess was talking about her being a crazy roommate and well u can read more if you click on her blog. Anyways, I just had to add my two cents and share about the ear-bleeding times that Sheree gave me personally, as her roommate while she took classes in Italian Opera and forced me and others to listen to her as she "performed' them for us. <br /><br />Well, I feel the need to be fair here and semi-clear her name as I might have been a little rough. Yes, our ears did bleed and yes she had many a strange moment at our house. HOWEVER, Sheree did alot for me and my house that I am thankful for. She is a very hard worker and one time while I was gone on a vacation, she stripped all the windows and door trims which were covered with layers of paint and scraped and scraped them to expose the beautiful oak trim which I now get to enjoy every time I'm at home.<br /><br />Also, every spring I enjoy looking at my tulips and crocuses which Sheree helped me to plant...all 400 bulbs. Well, the squirrels ate like 350, but the 50 left are still beautiful.<br /><br />She also helped me paint my livingroom, shoveled the driveway in the winter like a mad woman (to this day i won't do that...i just blow thru the snow with my car). And she did alot of other nice things for me.<br /><br />So, thanks, Sheree. You may be a little crazy, but crazy is fun.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-58322587007272934522008-06-07T15:03:00.001-07:002008-06-11T07:38:27.370-07:00Florida with the FamBelow are my first tries at taking pictures of fireworks. It's alot harder than I thought due to the crazy lighting. Anyways, our family had a very nice time together. We went to Animal Kingdom, Epcot and spent some QT together at the beach and poolside. Thank you Lord for the opportunity to do such nice things. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrZs13_nW2udpEwKpanyltU3uoOoOnhCNLdrG3izI1H12u-tMToqceCXM9mGp9eetGiHJeFlZYtuY3Njc96JABdvccr5IiEK96mgZ50OjWB6uJktsTR93SeiYgyA5j7jfcq1pIMq6ZoI/s1600-h/IMG_3358.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrZs13_nW2udpEwKpanyltU3uoOoOnhCNLdrG3izI1H12u-tMToqceCXM9mGp9eetGiHJeFlZYtuY3Njc96JABdvccr5IiEK96mgZ50OjWB6uJktsTR93SeiYgyA5j7jfcq1pIMq6ZoI/s400/IMG_3358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210630174721735010" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyohbUgrDtx8SSAYizjDQhOyoOQXFN2C6awfXpiU10DKQq8_VuDCqe5sZd3QBHd0m02gc5QnZL_-vnQm565KtaqXQA9fQNbpKG2sRBaGkiQv2jgufVAd9gP5UIeWlJqlu7iyTDE4ufYQ/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyohbUgrDtx8SSAYizjDQhOyoOQXFN2C6awfXpiU10DKQq8_VuDCqe5sZd3QBHd0m02gc5QnZL_-vnQm565KtaqXQA9fQNbpKG2sRBaGkiQv2jgufVAd9gP5UIeWlJqlu7iyTDE4ufYQ/s400/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210630208109648322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistHpDlymlATG9TviD_pX10Jzqe0muALn6l6oOt7bVg6L5Q4FrWM3J3hjIZ5DFZOtTLb0M1zZddq3Y4hP6S5iTgHrnfn1CAYDdeG-iuQ0XQifbPACnSunaGzfAIzmbd389YITBg4sMLrc/s1600-h/IMG_3385.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistHpDlymlATG9TviD_pX10Jzqe0muALn6l6oOt7bVg6L5Q4FrWM3J3hjIZ5DFZOtTLb0M1zZddq3Y4hP6S5iTgHrnfn1CAYDdeG-iuQ0XQifbPACnSunaGzfAIzmbd389YITBg4sMLrc/s400/IMG_3385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210630237397113266" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8MTYxLxLlYSjZ2rx9W0uAQn2gU0AV4zt8VNS96lOdLwKT0-4RUiR1DOi1WZ5jRDXywrHHuUVR2846dOlhlocf2x4LOMflg8t13HirGMXc2pg2H45y94J0OTqPtJDwD6mR0YkdRCFXVo/s1600-h/IMG_3412.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8MTYxLxLlYSjZ2rx9W0uAQn2gU0AV4zt8VNS96lOdLwKT0-4RUiR1DOi1WZ5jRDXywrHHuUVR2846dOlhlocf2x4LOMflg8t13HirGMXc2pg2H45y94J0OTqPtJDwD6mR0YkdRCFXVo/s200/IMG_3412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210628079770002386" /></a><br />We went orange picking (julie, lee lee and me)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1pzz0pGNdYISC2pSckhy19h6Flh9mreqMJTJFpsaMKbhXPcBkXB02f6ITBL1YAXFn-UUUpA0X3X5GZffL40TVnxaxXzEc7tFtf0CqKy6XJbCnuy9uzaTZZ7OGB4CBgQ_oP7gojdxvZQ/s1600-h/IMG_3407.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1pzz0pGNdYISC2pSckhy19h6Flh9mreqMJTJFpsaMKbhXPcBkXB02f6ITBL1YAXFn-UUUpA0X3X5GZffL40TVnxaxXzEc7tFtf0CqKy6XJbCnuy9uzaTZZ7OGB4CBgQ_oP7gojdxvZQ/s200/IMG_3407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210628104179139058" /></a><br />There was this very cute old farmer who ran the orange grove and he teased all of us tremendously. I think we were a great source of entertainment for him as we never had done this before and we didn't know the least bit about orange picking...nor about the gators he told us to look out for!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreqkZg_2MPjmKMRn1nnUH3IpyVglOEf-ujkiIjsBDRM5NE2f3ZlSrXronXslSRbDu7aUbUZT9uXQaxjTniTmG06vXhLzOPSyDucy6dIkswRN5s48bR3MeuNf09kJiyYNSzX3ibwCw03k/s1600-h/IMG_3436.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreqkZg_2MPjmKMRn1nnUH3IpyVglOEf-ujkiIjsBDRM5NE2f3ZlSrXronXslSRbDu7aUbUZT9uXQaxjTniTmG06vXhLzOPSyDucy6dIkswRN5s48bR3MeuNf09kJiyYNSzX3ibwCw03k/s200/IMG_3436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210628126618857602" /></a><br />Sunset over our place in Punta Gorda. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOtqgZ8_48XQ5R7IFO7XW7P2ViWVcxNOXRyOIlXqvAbjFDfdbTd4Z9Oz7Q-czfwpKcLeCwAZgbfmPUjvnZrCEKCeAICI7cX1Y40e4yRrGwQYL97CTM4241amq1LofzDiEGW_vH3-fCSY/s1600-h/HPIM0852.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOtqgZ8_48XQ5R7IFO7XW7P2ViWVcxNOXRyOIlXqvAbjFDfdbTd4Z9Oz7Q-czfwpKcLeCwAZgbfmPUjvnZrCEKCeAICI7cX1Y40e4yRrGwQYL97CTM4241amq1LofzDiEGW_vH3-fCSY/s320/HPIM0852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210626043062529250" /></a><br />Me and Prince Charming at the Royal Palace. (I know, I know prince charming doesn't exist...but hey it's Disney World, you can believe anything at Disney World!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1R8OD_bMpxredeO54CkcwYQ3bbPgyPXs_DwYSAjbXv-vxBPZM4xVg5Mu5Ht0xyaL3pelvj8cuUyGGZ8tGJ3uYAHqV6xwXWm_5YBN_H1mGdbbDPGN7k6fKQDnY7rxc2zgxfwDqdGB9SY/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1R8OD_bMpxredeO54CkcwYQ3bbPgyPXs_DwYSAjbXv-vxBPZM4xVg5Mu5Ht0xyaL3pelvj8cuUyGGZ8tGJ3uYAHqV6xwXWm_5YBN_H1mGdbbDPGN7k6fKQDnY7rxc2zgxfwDqdGB9SY/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210626069174603554" /></a><br />mmmm...turkey legs..if only prince charming could see me now, he'd definitly whisk me off into the sunset!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirR8NanEPJt9XeE_GiF0z1i4U_5vsl_abyRC7ZG12qu2KZBZx64rQoEphIBt6FGGWn2e94DEd6xwLjbqo53cneVPK79GrZuOAC-O6MwRlEuQLLG4bAX7K6QPK3Mo5e5Dlcp_fqY1olacQ/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirR8NanEPJt9XeE_GiF0z1i4U_5vsl_abyRC7ZG12qu2KZBZx64rQoEphIBt6FGGWn2e94DEd6xwLjbqo53cneVPK79GrZuOAC-O6MwRlEuQLLG4bAX7K6QPK3Mo5e5Dlcp_fqY1olacQ/s320/IMG_3463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209276708845792450" /></a><br />Dad & Lee Lee<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLmu3CXjAXTExHameDS-36FX29_7InoZFnJMFOSLQCEX_KNqI2yYDpMc4aWv0lQVJ1vPbmFXirD1W6RTQKfGN70Q4Djv7AGk-DIFBrDT33yJE6_wiJcHw5PiYrGPtmtyo0aaBSEjgbdo/s1600-h/IMG_3460.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLmu3CXjAXTExHameDS-36FX29_7InoZFnJMFOSLQCEX_KNqI2yYDpMc4aWv0lQVJ1vPbmFXirD1W6RTQKfGN70Q4Djv7AGk-DIFBrDT33yJE6_wiJcHw5PiYrGPtmtyo0aaBSEjgbdo/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209276720725267618" /></a><br />Mom had a hoot picking up shells all day<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzSR93gOXBFiQ9ZLvy2Fnn0tbyKwLVhSyRyWUVbrAu1-k2wM1NskHIBKosjyPfJsUg3o_j9u8_YEGqA_ANedQlwc46ZFGRHVyPK-l5l5qF2jPy-gRbh4m2vh3UVgqed6liadJZDq4_Ho/s1600-h/IMG_3453.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzSR93gOXBFiQ9ZLvy2Fnn0tbyKwLVhSyRyWUVbrAu1-k2wM1NskHIBKosjyPfJsUg3o_j9u8_YEGqA_ANedQlwc46ZFGRHVyPK-l5l5qF2jPy-gRbh4m2vh3UVgqed6liadJZDq4_Ho/s320/IMG_3453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209276729832586898" /></a><br />What a handsome guy...my brother Dave in a rare, relaxing moment.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjYJ_YH54lGo9NQGfVCWT7AdTKY7m4wFeReAjR2PNG9EVGVE7gHsxP6wCURbF6poyN48kcm0bVg_TDEsXSD3gsr57C-t2baf3HloBTZ6giBVy_AhZBlelutDRcAMbtCJ0YUeQtTNEMJk/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjYJ_YH54lGo9NQGfVCWT7AdTKY7m4wFeReAjR2PNG9EVGVE7gHsxP6wCURbF6poyN48kcm0bVg_TDEsXSD3gsr57C-t2baf3HloBTZ6giBVy_AhZBlelutDRcAMbtCJ0YUeQtTNEMJk/s320/IMG_3091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209274114504596242" /></a><br />David is a hard-pushing, type A amusement park goer. He frequently consults the map of the parks to see the best route and what we should include on our way to each stop to prevent retracing our steps and therefore wasting time. As you can see Julie on the other hand is biting her tongue to keep from saying...."COME ON! Let's just go and have fun!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2gWmyuuJea6Cd0DdK0tRXFRASG4WNhdiqDK0M3LUUpMJvybFjDeCFE3FpzitYi8k18Q8X0bLyYgdYbN5Pe98_RU_32-irI0DuRvkcJmL4QFtrBc4Brtoj9buLa2twzP9uPraAWI3F9c/s1600-h/IMG_3107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2gWmyuuJea6Cd0DdK0tRXFRASG4WNhdiqDK0M3LUUpMJvybFjDeCFE3FpzitYi8k18Q8X0bLyYgdYbN5Pe98_RU_32-irI0DuRvkcJmL4QFtrBc4Brtoj9buLa2twzP9uPraAWI3F9c/s320/IMG_3107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209274127173083394" /></a><br />Mommy and Sharlelie are definitely cut from the same mold. They loved this scary roller coaster...Everest. But it was so scary that when Sharlelie got off she was crying. Did that stop her from wanting to go on it again, right away? No way!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXufVMieYqppwKHV9yYmfDcsySbfekzw0XNGUH0SWj3XZvhxCnBOUUCZA1AAL-w7_luBnzBBc8kPatykavFmrt8dTBwleIYwOFLLHXIipdC4pg2Nwj5m6mv14dOBfcRJj9JBlgQ5fsQxk/s1600-h/IMG_3123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXufVMieYqppwKHV9yYmfDcsySbfekzw0XNGUH0SWj3XZvhxCnBOUUCZA1AAL-w7_luBnzBBc8kPatykavFmrt8dTBwleIYwOFLLHXIipdC4pg2Nwj5m6mv14dOBfcRJj9JBlgQ5fsQxk/s320/IMG_3123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209274153247302978" /></a><br />Us with our cool 3-D glasses on<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPxHNIwOKjuaSMzU40dUg47YmoWPvL6t6lShz1fqDxDlRwKTy3bRMzSWNrkbpfGL8IySmIDP9aRCQa5Ol0TS8lXokcrvZZKeVWos9bTAzRpTyDOEs59sjc0J2uwADqYKN0DCACErd-DY/s1600-h/IMG_3481.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPxHNIwOKjuaSMzU40dUg47YmoWPvL6t6lShz1fqDxDlRwKTy3bRMzSWNrkbpfGL8IySmIDP9aRCQa5Ol0TS8lXokcrvZZKeVWos9bTAzRpTyDOEs59sjc0J2uwADqYKN0DCACErd-DY/s320/IMG_3481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209264648596061634" /></a><br /><br />This trip was momentous on many accounts. But probably the most notable would be that little sharlelie lost BOTH of her two front teeth (see above) and made us all laugh till we hurt while she giggingly tried to shay shentences wid "s" and "th" shounds. lolUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-58997068794059174902008-06-03T06:18:00.001-07:002008-06-03T06:35:24.449-07:00Natural Beauty around churchBelow are a few photographs of the tulips and lilacs that were so pretty this spring at church. <br /><br />Cil, see getting up early and weeding at church really is worth it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OJJRt4N18Gaxg45feovRezf5eNmpWLUFOz-snopF63t8Q5LsMYld9lPbH5Y2ANcA6miCdZWZg310zSVeTi3LGfk9GnrWdD-C-e8nf2Y8cpKU9EMY0feEuV77x2pa9f8DY1BKSiL18OQ/s1600-h/IMG_3530.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OJJRt4N18Gaxg45feovRezf5eNmpWLUFOz-snopF63t8Q5LsMYld9lPbH5Y2ANcA6miCdZWZg310zSVeTi3LGfk9GnrWdD-C-e8nf2Y8cpKU9EMY0feEuV77x2pa9f8DY1BKSiL18OQ/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207646956895952130" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI5PuL1GUIevAe8QL4tC2xyRWzzWhzSayOpYd5rQpFL242hr4bQd4HPoJ6V40i1EXyHbHXdIZioj7Ml7gwg-q5Ppvq5Uhw7KksrPB3Gzd72HHVRM6eOtigcyhkrOhql9qOpYQH7piO58/s1600-h/IMG_3520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI5PuL1GUIevAe8QL4tC2xyRWzzWhzSayOpYd5rQpFL242hr4bQd4HPoJ6V40i1EXyHbHXdIZioj7Ml7gwg-q5Ppvq5Uhw7KksrPB3Gzd72HHVRM6eOtigcyhkrOhql9qOpYQH7piO58/s320/IMG_3520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207646993778180386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQac2bV8iwQvBI88Ia0xyoN1FRsm1nlSMrr4OzTGQ-bF3HVtySTWg-W24GE5nowImYb5DqNq7EKSvBOE-IXrCq4otLIGKt3uXucjJuux7i1ZwIz-_TKMl3zAworQ8gv-EOkC8u8HfXLhI/s1600-h/IMG_3531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQac2bV8iwQvBI88Ia0xyoN1FRsm1nlSMrr4OzTGQ-bF3HVtySTWg-W24GE5nowImYb5DqNq7EKSvBOE-IXrCq4otLIGKt3uXucjJuux7i1ZwIz-_TKMl3zAworQ8gv-EOkC8u8HfXLhI/s320/IMG_3531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207647004903939794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXN707hPAYmufduS-1YG3lSLenDZxK-y-2sIC1zVqXqPDDSBnVX5fZhLh60-Ha7V3TdSK63uF0kz6Bnx_gWXIbkdbZBsC85BKUui2Xyn0h0bR7veikdazvMPYukrB1XX5hIdVNfa81OYI/s1600-h/IMG_3524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXN707hPAYmufduS-1YG3lSLenDZxK-y-2sIC1zVqXqPDDSBnVX5fZhLh60-Ha7V3TdSK63uF0kz6Bnx_gWXIbkdbZBsC85BKUui2Xyn0h0bR7veikdazvMPYukrB1XX5hIdVNfa81OYI/s320/IMG_3524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207644944939105506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOg4kxurPfwrSqISsdCBhU0P7LHbotiXtZdI5_m6FMvCWjI2G-gGDqtDzCSvUrC2_DIplnGKzj1mL30bUZtOXN6xwzUoJEsFnq6ZxbWcqqzm6wez9ek-NMlwvthLIJcwAsTWRgkw6J4YI/s1600-h/IMG_3532.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOg4kxurPfwrSqISsdCBhU0P7LHbotiXtZdI5_m6FMvCWjI2G-gGDqtDzCSvUrC2_DIplnGKzj1mL30bUZtOXN6xwzUoJEsFnq6ZxbWcqqzm6wez9ek-NMlwvthLIJcwAsTWRgkw6J4YI/s320/IMG_3532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207644974197472770" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89KPf88AuWBbQe4cHVbjz2Ut1e4bV9WblOgss4IRRsUz5ba8ftpGIj6H8HxzuVl89LW9q3PAEjXSYJmWXMGhcDHisGGDz5uUt3gtY8vnTf8E2e-eOFrlVRW1KGFGpLaFUv3Qq4mw33C0/s1600-h/IMG_3525.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89KPf88AuWBbQe4cHVbjz2Ut1e4bV9WblOgss4IRRsUz5ba8ftpGIj6H8HxzuVl89LW9q3PAEjXSYJmWXMGhcDHisGGDz5uUt3gtY8vnTf8E2e-eOFrlVRW1KGFGpLaFUv3Qq4mw33C0/s320/IMG_3525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207644983477047618" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-29176136096563692162008-05-29T02:55:00.000-07:002008-05-29T03:14:49.993-07:00When the lionROARS!This post is thanks to Priscilla Keim who has encouraged me to start writing more instead of putting in all those darned pictures. I'm not convinced that my words are more thrilling than pictures of zipping through the canopy forests of Honduras or videos of leafcutter ants parading down a soon-to-be-dead tree, but hey, I'll give it a try.<br /><br />My first topic of interests comes from my friends Amy & Julian. And I want to recap a conversation that we had at church last night. Now Amy and Julian are newly married. And because of that, Amy thinks Julian is just the cat's meow. Well, actually, she thinks that he's more than just a meow...that he's a ROAR!<br /> <br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWois1wLIzFeN2N9rWxq9npnBka3HPpYLKfsL8s6a2KwanIvRT7LP1fZmV3IYV0Hjs1f2IgNwgnBrlhcJnRWiyT6Fk3epQRBBsNInoAdFz2PHGnC3QLCNwxae410Z9pJiSKMm75vbA9u8/s1600-h/camp07+385.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWois1wLIzFeN2N9rWxq9npnBka3HPpYLKfsL8s6a2KwanIvRT7LP1fZmV3IYV0Hjs1f2IgNwgnBrlhcJnRWiyT6Fk3epQRBBsNInoAdFz2PHGnC3QLCNwxae410Z9pJiSKMm75vbA9u8/s320/camp07+385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205737889586542978" /></a><br /> <br />(above photo of the two love birds at camp during their dating phase)<br /><br />Let me explain this ROAR phenomenon...for all of you who might not have been in church recently, or who might not attend Living Word. One of our pastors, Bro Bryan Rocine, was talking about the young men and referring to them as young lions. This analogy came from some scriptures he referrenced. (see http://livingwrd.org/audio/audio.html Wednesdays May 21st and 28 to hear more of this interesting sermon) <br /><br />Anyways, so here's Amy, in love, sitting there listening to the word next to her sweetie Julian. So, she begins poking him in the side, "Honey, he's talking about you! You're a lion" poke! poke!<br /><br />Now the next details get a little fuzzy. The sermon on May 21st ended and somehow Julian and Bro Bryan Rocine get to chatting. And how it came up that his new bride was poking him and telling him he was a lion, is kind of unclear. There was also some kind of promise made by Julian to Bro Bryan that he was going to "ROAR!" from now on instead of saying "Amen" during the preaching. Julian says this was all said as a big joke, however we're not quite sure what to believe here.<br /><br />But we know all that we need to know for now. Because the following Wednesday (last night) Bro Bryan brought up Julian and Amy off the pulpit and shared how Amy was poking Julian and calling him a lion. Then, as if to punctuate the statement, Julian lets out a roar! right in the middle of church. Bro Bryan then responds with a thought that we all had been thinking at that point, "Uh Julian, that kinda sounded more like a meow than a roar!" The congregation was then roaring themselves (in laughter of course)!<br /><br />Look at all you can miss when you miss one sermon!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898069623425741312.post-19807273377113382882008-03-31T06:40:00.001-07:002008-03-31T07:34:03.384-07:00My Friend's Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dmHf3FXFSD6TuCqq92CVxpRMc1RmaJ-Oezpp4IIth6uIqfs7OkG8-Zov8SFGcoxZs6QVtKsmBVNVxHvh6ZeI6R3Hs-coWdVcdkoowc6e8U9Ox4rCQ3ADd7uBC5xlWjWVwoL3HQd9YG4/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dmHf3FXFSD6TuCqq92CVxpRMc1RmaJ-Oezpp4IIth6uIqfs7OkG8-Zov8SFGcoxZs6QVtKsmBVNVxHvh6ZeI6R3Hs-coWdVcdkoowc6e8U9Ox4rCQ3ADd7uBC5xlWjWVwoL3HQd9YG4/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183913458580153874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuk9orDowf2bd2B9VJOTOEude1eRptw5_6HMQTrJtL0SACV-7-SfnlCA1VZmLxsHtFannZflb-D6xxhb1dTY922ECxxWRIukHKTUyHPj3OxYRxtW0tPW33hPTxThHMNd7MVLczz-Ae0Y/s1600-h/IMG_2836.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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