tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78518519550599109942024-03-05T14:03:01.421+09:00Life —it's about the journeyLife isn't about getting to the destination—it's about the journey. So don't think that you have to rush to get to the destination. The destination isn't important; the journey is the important part, what you take time for, what you learn and experience along the way.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-79602471590779512572009-11-01T20:28:00.002+09:002009-11-01T20:29:28.129+09:00<h3><a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bored_with_the_internet.jpg">:)</a><br /></h3>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-17568296759204412682009-11-01T20:28:00.001+09:002009-11-01T20:28:42.650+09:00<h3>http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bored_with_the_internet.jpg</h3>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-8666854377922636732009-10-05T21:24:00.001+09:002009-10-05T21:26:23.719+09:00Happy Birthday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aIHJyKyC9fkrE6vH27lkxpYB6xYbczF5owYCICW_2K7SPnYWxNKTZKF2J5cr2SHllfB1ZUIqbQmRqgXtex8-T3tQGfBGStyOq61E8KSgCd2a9NYrFzdA1hHf6oeQTaiko3p901xIpDc/s1600-h/Arisa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aIHJyKyC9fkrE6vH27lkxpYB6xYbczF5owYCICW_2K7SPnYWxNKTZKF2J5cr2SHllfB1ZUIqbQmRqgXtex8-T3tQGfBGStyOq61E8KSgCd2a9NYrFzdA1hHf6oeQTaiko3p901xIpDc/s320/Arisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389090902027866370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">to a good <a href="http://bread-alone.blogspot.com/">friend</a>. Hope you have a great one!<br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-56774149792783012312009-09-05T22:09:00.002+09:002009-09-05T22:09:38.730+09:00Thoughts from a life time church goerThis fellow has some <a href="http://www.jesuslives.co.za/2009/09/05/i-dont-want-to-go-to-church-anymore/">good points</a>. Good on him for speaking out.<br />Church could be the equivalent of united devotions, or fulfilling your 90 mins of daily word time.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-56021164325272326302009-08-29T22:13:00.000+09:002009-08-29T22:14:57.150+09:00Bloggers Bible<a href="http://voiceinthedesert.netfirms.com/keith/archives/2005/02/biblical_advice.html">Here's</a> something I came across and thought it was great.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-2358315834143924122009-08-22T23:22:00.001+09:002009-08-22T23:24:17.610+09:00To dye or not to dye?As a teenager I loved to colour my hair. I have had almost every colour (at some point) apart from green & blue. I haven't coloured my hair for years now, <br />a) because its unusual to see people with hair my colour in this country<br />b) because I'm lazy<br />c) I hate the roots showing through. Ugh!<br /><br />I read <a href="http://raisintoast.typepad.com/myopus/2009/08/the_color_of_cancer.html">this</a> blog post tonight and though it was worth reading and knowing about. My mum tells me this kind of stuff all the time, but then again while growing up she would say that chewing gum caused cancer and many other things that she felt were unhealthy and I should stay away from.<br />However, she might have a point about hair dye. Read it for yourself and decide.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-31801380373088319432009-07-21T10:59:00.004+09:002009-07-21T11:08:27.617+09:00Nuturing vs shelteringI wrote this while pregnant with Miss #2 -and over 4 years later my opinion hasn't changed:<br /><br /><blockquote>When my children are of age, they too will have to make the choice as to what kind of life they want to lead, and whatever their choice I will be there to support them and love them for it. They will have to make their own decisions, but I will know that I will have given them the best opportunities and experience to help them make an educated decision.</blockquote><br /><br />I'm happy to see that <a href="http://www.thefamily.org/en/">TFI's</a> official stance is being spelt out clearly on the topic of <a href="http://mama.familymembers.com/?p=2629">children's education</a> and <a href="http://mama.familymembers.com/?p=2839">child rearing</a>. It's about time. :)Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-78016173464172263542009-07-09T22:09:00.003+09:002009-07-09T22:45:35.111+09:00Pregnant and bicyclingCycling is commonplace here in Japan. Everyone does it; kids, grannies, grandpas, <a href="http://www.hobotraveler.com/blogphotos01/209-356-bike-japan.jpg">buisnessmen</a> in expensive suits, <a href="http://www.nordicgroup.us/s78/images/headlightmountingbracket2.jpg">woman</a>, fashionable <a href="http://www.copenhagencyclechic.com/2009/05/tokyo.html">young people</a>, <a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2008/09/introducing-mamachari-bicycle-japan.php">housewives</a>, <a href="http://www.japanphotojournal.com/?cat=122">teenagers</a>... it's a part of everyday life, cheap and practical.<br /><br />It came as a surprise to me that several of my Japanese acquaintances have expressed alarm at the discovery that I bicycle while pregnant.<br />I didn't think anything was out of the ordinary, although I have yet to notice a Japanese woman on a bicycle while pregnant, I'm no extreme cyclist. I cycle to the local shops & parks on a footpath or side of the road a few times a week tops and with my 2 yr old in the child seat on the back of the bike 3/4 of the time. I'm pretty clumsy and have bad balance at the best of times, but I reckon I'm doing pretty good -no accidents or scrapes yet- and it's actually easier to cycle with Miss #3 behind me; smoother ride, better balance. :) I can't ride up hill at all and happily get off and walk my bike uphill whenever I encounter one. Yesterday I noticed our 80-something-year-old neighbour doing the same. Ha ha!<br /><br />After a few hours of listening to Miss #1's classmates mothers express alarm and concern about cycling while pregnant I decided to look it up and see what all the fuss is about.<br /><br />Here's what I found:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bv.com.au/womens-cycling/644/">Bicycle Victoria info</a><br /><br /><a href="http://forums.bellybelly.com.au/forums/pregnancy-general-discussion/87285-bike-riding-during-pregnancy.html">Notice board with good suggestions</a><br /><br /><br />So if you're worried about bicycling while pregnant, you don't have to! Just follow these common sense tips and you should be fine:<br />Stay within your comfort zone<br />Carry a bottle of water<br />Don't ride uphill (unless you're a hardcore cyclist)<br />Drive safely<br />Running shoes are best (no high heels)<br />Don't ride on the road<br />Sit up straight & relax.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-827193692648983662009-07-04T23:57:00.010+09:002009-07-05T01:47:20.060+09:00All in a days work...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzE9quwyFa51Jpuuc-vv3_PYGw18LOnxkeUcuEYJCs8f47NdCxBOtGFvO_hDEWPaI8pGRQOEbGpW7EtbE9lugAqM5d2tBuTM5l8J80iP4zFT3jGmDUiAm2Zd5OK0u9Qy6G8NdNiPEzzs/s1600-h/IMG_0053a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzE9quwyFa51Jpuuc-vv3_PYGw18LOnxkeUcuEYJCs8f47NdCxBOtGFvO_hDEWPaI8pGRQOEbGpW7EtbE9lugAqM5d2tBuTM5l8J80iP4zFT3jGmDUiAm2Zd5OK0u9Qy6G8NdNiPEzzs/s320/IMG_0053a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354639127243579778" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Parenting... ahh, I love it. How else can you find humor in or experience these things?:<br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>Watch the pleasure and surprise unfold simultaneously on your young childs face when a perfect stranger hands them a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaymiz/1346680275/">small gift</a>.</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQej19Hb1TOIuAoycFEfTFzztWzEKnmxNh5N2jC5MZ4m9tP4LCwj2ogK0YFQAPM4U1wur2BLZL2K1XWHj-yrH1iap52UXCmxCF386XS7BO4VjH4WnPYe00c9IMPI5D8vxtYDWWHMpaYM/s1600-h/Big+Poop+at+City+Hall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQej19Hb1TOIuAoycFEfTFzztWzEKnmxNh5N2jC5MZ4m9tP4LCwj2ogK0YFQAPM4U1wur2BLZL2K1XWHj-yrH1iap52UXCmxCF386XS7BO4VjH4WnPYe00c9IMPI5D8vxtYDWWHMpaYM/s320/Big+Poop+at+City+Hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354645325509010834" border="0" /></a>Catch a 7-inch stool with your bare hand in the nick of time. Calmly wrap it in a tissue whilst guiding your stunned little one to the approprate place to excrete such things and directing the older ones to pick their jaws off the floor and continue with their chores . The carpet is SAFE! It <a href="http://kaosong.wordpress.com/2009/03/15/pi-daywarning-gross-photos-included/">could be</a> <a href="http://www.artpricer.info/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/elephant-poop.jpg">worse</a>.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>Name the pigeon who built a nest in the tree at our gate. We get to watch her raise her babies. :)<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzX-mkIEAP0z-VoHLylw3RMXn44X68uFfjjJJfAUx_rwgDjc4nVTMiCqd6X44MVIGxqOB5ePdJG9ZHTnEAFuwmEmx7qoDCQOhqukgcg8hSiAnNRPrlisUo_OPY9E-IQNALZX5t6mOKKo/s1600-h/IMG_0052a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzX-mkIEAP0z-VoHLylw3RMXn44X68uFfjjJJfAUx_rwgDjc4nVTMiCqd6X44MVIGxqOB5ePdJG9ZHTnEAFuwmEmx7qoDCQOhqukgcg8hSiAnNRPrlisUo_OPY9E-IQNALZX5t6mOKKo/s320/IMG_0052a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638140249274418" border="0" /></a>Celebrate the newfound fearlessness of a 6 yr old who discovers that grasshoppers and dragonflies are harmless and easy to catch. (We're still waiting for her sisters to catch on)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PDLzvxLFclltTTZa-F-DIAfgWVtxhbd3Eo2hfy8cNMQXnHk7vVKMJH19bERcbMnlMlIR5FHDSb_QF0uM2SpoQfVME-teTWaoMCCQ67P5RXXmEPUg7E_IdYsixCYNzlVE-rkcwLbmbRY/s1600-h/IMG_0037a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PDLzvxLFclltTTZa-F-DIAfgWVtxhbd3Eo2hfy8cNMQXnHk7vVKMJH19bERcbMnlMlIR5FHDSb_QF0uM2SpoQfVME-teTWaoMCCQ67P5RXXmEPUg7E_IdYsixCYNzlVE-rkcwLbmbRY/s320/IMG_0037a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640634495053074" border="0" /></a>Read the<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Snake-Alley-Band-Elizabeth-Nygaard/dp/0385323239/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top"> same story </a>several days in a row, no less than 3 times a day until your 4 yr old has it memorised and "reads" (quotes it) to daddy upon his return. Realise that it has sparked an interest in drawing other things besides "puffy-dressed-princesses".<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JRvjM4hlunLavEG0j-78BH2PYxbq4sT9v-VJcfS6BwT4xNcWvLWzWW-l-ag1dbtyUJhbUa1egm6KwsY4LFC7qFsZqgPB9E9FSZQQMLvOYTSFyjDfc3YJ6dNpGJNeak0r2bbguLLSjdw/s1600-h/IMG_0059a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JRvjM4hlunLavEG0j-78BH2PYxbq4sT9v-VJcfS6BwT4xNcWvLWzWW-l-ag1dbtyUJhbUa1egm6KwsY4LFC7qFsZqgPB9E9FSZQQMLvOYTSFyjDfc3YJ6dNpGJNeak0r2bbguLLSjdw/s320/IMG_0059a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638143855408370" border="0" /></a>Enjoy the summer rain and notice that whoever passes by breaks into a grin as they watch your children play in the puddles as only children can.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDFI9OiS0_oTB3X_erGDWnE_d3rC68fQ9F2RNVdnPUnBHzCWnHKHzTKGV4kQh1yvWIuTNeMycM0HlyD5RfRipHoQVdBs1Cp2ClK-2nij5_lrsABTkiGEwKmLg8tkMvFXcORjKSFxi8QY/s1600-h/escalator.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDFI9OiS0_oTB3X_erGDWnE_d3rC68fQ9F2RNVdnPUnBHzCWnHKHzTKGV4kQh1yvWIuTNeMycM0HlyD5RfRipHoQVdBs1Cp2ClK-2nij5_lrsABTkiGEwKmLg8tkMvFXcORjKSFxi8QY/s320/escalator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354646153522605906" border="0" /></a>Turn to see your child who was beside you a second ago stumble and fall on a downwards escalator then try to CRAWL back up it fingers just millimeters away from the <a href="http://www.precisionescalator.com/virtual.html">comb</a>; frantically hoist your other child onto your hip and struggle to climb back up the escalator to help your fallen child. Just when you realise you're not going to make it an angel (in the form of a large man with a shaved head, arrayed in t-shirt & shorts) suddenly appears from above, picks her up and carry's her down to you. You exhale and know that God answers prayers in an instant, even if all you had time to beam up was "Give me the strength".<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBCJbbKXKVbRZmOr_BGD6lo1nRQFNrlCqoR44XUABDu8XP8OglzjgPW5VK7CwPFCrVQXdmoUWCwBjZmjdMlvro6Ok1MRCh12_Wec2nwiEL_E9wvDppQnXb2kOx8TjW0OWvJnDbdKAfYs/s1600-h/IMG_0042a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBCJbbKXKVbRZmOr_BGD6lo1nRQFNrlCqoR44XUABDu8XP8OglzjgPW5VK7CwPFCrVQXdmoUWCwBjZmjdMlvro6Ok1MRCh12_Wec2nwiEL_E9wvDppQnXb2kOx8TjW0OWvJnDbdKAfYs/s320/IMG_0042a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640627637019474" border="0" /></a>Stare in wonder at the beauty and peace of a sleeping child and in that moment remember why you do this.<br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-30073238091304499352009-07-04T23:43:00.003+09:002009-07-04T23:45:43.036+09:00I stumbled upon <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Cook/18779295/BlogEntry.aspx?postid=111005">this post</a> today. It's amazing how reading about others difficulties and struggles can help you put your life in perspective. One can't help but admire their outlook.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-18645242843286273602009-06-23T10:52:00.002+09:002009-06-23T10:59:37.843+09:00What have I done today?As I type this my recovering-from-sickness-daughters are coming to me with their dolls, begging me to play a game with them, help them change the dolls clothes, etc. and although I have "better" things to do, I will leave those things for later and play with them.<br /><br />"Come on mummy, come and plllaaaaay with us!"<br /><br /><blockquote>We shall do so much in the years to come,<br />But what have we done today?<br />We shall give our gold in a princely sum,<br />But what did we give today?<br />We shall lift the heart and shall dry the tear,<br />We shall plant a hope in the place of fear,<br />We shall speak the words of love and cheer;<br />But what did we speak today?<br /><br />We shall be so kind in the afterwhile,<br />But what have we done today?<br />We shall bring to each lonely life a smile,<br />But what have we brought today?<br />We shall give the truth a far grander birth,<br />And to steadfast faith a much deeper worth,<br />We shall feed the hung’ring souls of earth;<br />But whom have we fed today?<br /><br />We shall reap such joys in the by and by,<br />But what have we sown today?<br />We shall build us mansions up in the sky,<br />But what have we built today?<br />Oh, how sweet it is in fond dreams to bask,<br />But right here and now we must do our task,<br />Yes, this is the thing our souls must ask,<br />“Just what have we done today?”<br /></blockquote>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-38376682974864235742009-06-21T21:47:00.002+09:002009-06-21T21:48:59.174+09:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfVJmCQC0bdtWzoUNHHUSXUhjF_TzgoDEK3rZxQQ_Nj4m2hXVbBWJhJ_DWihLRcFgpLctuqVq_B_U7SUAIOlQmtMYx6hJrySdo98_b70BUkzO_QUtdu7zTremvT-kdM1FVuo6WMmWRps/s1600-h/20ventura600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfVJmCQC0bdtWzoUNHHUSXUhjF_TzgoDEK3rZxQQ_Nj4m2hXVbBWJhJ_DWihLRcFgpLctuqVq_B_U7SUAIOlQmtMYx6hJrySdo98_b70BUkzO_QUtdu7zTremvT-kdM1FVuo6WMmWRps/s320/20ventura600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349761829748956626" border="0" /></a>“I don’t believe in colleges and universities,” Ray Bradbury, 88, said. “I believe in libraries.”<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Read more <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/20/us/20ventura.html?_r=1&em">here</a>.<br /></div><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kari/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kari/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" />Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-29762122921620095272009-06-10T23:16:00.004+09:002009-07-04T23:57:27.584+09:00A birthday surpriseMy DH made this for me & played it on my birthday. The original version includes interviews with various people I lived and worked with as well as good friends; however it was too long to upload onto Youtube so I had to edit them out.<br /><br />(As it turns out, there was a method to the<a href="http://kariwatts.blogspot.com/2008/08/camera-shy.html"> madness)</a><br /><br />I love you!<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COuPoZkLH_Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/COuPoZkLH_Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-66132955140206255422009-03-05T00:48:00.000+09:002009-03-05T00:50:50.145+09:00have been working onMia's school portfolio. And now that its complete you can <a href="http://the-princesses-diaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/mums-post-mias-portfolio-long-post-w.html">view it here</a>.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-35124282913656448272009-02-22T11:33:00.004+09:002009-02-22T11:47:15.341+09:00Meet my new best friends:<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4VafyRZF3TlUHpMEM3wTO6lUOqfUPCJG5KEyE3khVt6TG6GMsD6bXa5XtMflQd29hPHA-h2b5ye0yGvYfnnoqQ4wGBV1uSF7BTPNVpp0jdFYi8MPpkQtTzJYRSORJsJ1DcDmewZRRHc/s1600-h/soda_water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4VafyRZF3TlUHpMEM3wTO6lUOqfUPCJG5KEyE3khVt6TG6GMsD6bXa5XtMflQd29hPHA-h2b5ye0yGvYfnnoqQ4wGBV1uSF7BTPNVpp0jdFYi8MPpkQtTzJYRSORJsJ1DcDmewZRRHc/s320/soda_water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444511820049794" border="0" /></a>Mineral water<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnX1-9_9eEJfORGY3NHIur4HVoAhkIfVcODU5VBJ1de2q3-GYm6_qUcPyrmcPSWJtoQfAvDi28zhcOAopKD_1nS4F4yBgYNTL9xFaMBXAvc8WUtoNVSe3lwEc2jmyyevO9YTezUXNsvE/s1600-h/7084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnX1-9_9eEJfORGY3NHIur4HVoAhkIfVcODU5VBJ1de2q3-GYm6_qUcPyrmcPSWJtoQfAvDi28zhcOAopKD_1nS4F4yBgYNTL9xFaMBXAvc8WUtoNVSe3lwEc2jmyyevO9YTezUXNsvE/s320/7084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444506537665954" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tuna Onigiri<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAYz-ofRqKKFasgOY90pa4fcUMP1Q-YBkgovOABssadOp6HlBlmQfEQovTfnzHAcXxZ_LOUsqq105-E5sLyPmS4fEmCSs9XMe0yXymPwe83Yb_j8sYJ_GaOFX3fSkyg5bbVp5Jx7na9c/s1600-h/ChickenClu05+framed%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAYz-ofRqKKFasgOY90pa4fcUMP1Q-YBkgovOABssadOp6HlBlmQfEQovTfnzHAcXxZ_LOUsqq105-E5sLyPmS4fEmCSs9XMe0yXymPwe83Yb_j8sYJ_GaOFX3fSkyg5bbVp5Jx7na9c/s320/ChickenClu05+framed%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444508794182018" border="0" /></a>...and chicken sandwitches.<br /><br />We get along fabulously.<br /><br />This one has my has my name on it and I'm going to make it, oh so soon. -At least that's what I keep telling myself. ;) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3Od-7Q4LwupFPkReemc068s8APbJ6vv2VNKqQrFldJS41zNCU2y338mcxsHpszZdsYUztS2znRImV9Vguuc212ndpedxmICKGa2WUe9dnchH9qqGmC_HTefsfjhfSstao2mIcEKL6jI/s1600-h/080517-222123_Med.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3Od-7Q4LwupFPkReemc068s8APbJ6vv2VNKqQrFldJS41zNCU2y338mcxsHpszZdsYUztS2znRImV9Vguuc212ndpedxmICKGa2WUe9dnchH9qqGmC_HTefsfjhfSstao2mIcEKL6jI/s320/080517-222123_Med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305447309354307010" border="0" /></a>This one has my has my name on it and I'm going to make it, oh so soon. -At least that's what I keep telling myself. ;)<br /><a href="http://blog.cooklikeyourgrandmother.com/2008/05/how-to-make-apple-pie-from-scratch.html">Recipe here</a>.<br /><br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-75089495366915569242009-02-12T00:30:00.000+09:002009-02-12T00:31:00.908+09:00I love this photo<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kari/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" />My silly, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdy1Vut2OLi8qHLKpHvPaqtgtIMY9MVeOoax3tggGRkta_pRZhEP14uDZq9zFLZbl73F7WtD3KgFA41ZoW-ywrDAM9W7oZNNZn0xEgm8P1SDjlUSOuBnWpIHroJK6bUhuKp-dYSPgGANx2/s1600-h/IMG_2467r.JPG">silly girls</a><br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-6641421741230567032009-02-07T10:41:00.000+09:002009-02-07T10:41:00.282+09:00Fear came knocking at the door and faith answered it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OWLtfZeLhwbOQYgFr4O8SihWJDksTh33cZzzbZP5LU0PPGKqGkqPqDt-CCCfsDsZpOYxdydUZqE-EiLLLzWLH2SbkrPGoHODaTEGsl0IFUSLO83AW06Y2p7Q7DcQgJiTXXKjqh0lAZo/s1600-h/HudsonTaylor_3.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;"> In 18<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYQls1aqZo_VOrdYveIs2gmnY1oAtIsIgigQk4TH1f2ZDfau8r9vLFEdsL77A2URlS3jVOgQ0S-PWVX0PdWVYVhZFOsqNgl8N8lzr17dICYHq9ZK4iANm638PEVC0RuX_vEJJUeNwYI4/s1600-h/livingstone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYQls1aqZo_VOrdYveIs2gmnY1oAtIsIgigQk4TH1f2ZDfau8r9vLFEdsL77A2URlS3jVOgQ0S-PWVX0PdWVYVhZFOsqNgl8N8lzr17dICYHq9ZK4iANm638PEVC0RuX_vEJJUeNwYI4/s320/livingstone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299842893147482226" border="0" /></a>56, David Livingstone faced a grave peril in Africa. He was passing through the wild country of the native chief Mburuma. The chief was hostile & had been seeking to rouse the countryside against the man's expedition. Reports had been that he was seen creeping toward the camp!<br />Alone in his tent, Livingstone opened his Bible & read the Promise on which he had staked his life so often. Then he wrote in his diary,<br />"January 14, 1856. Evening. Felt much turmoil of spirit in prospect of having all my plans for welfare of this great region knocked on the head by savages tomorrow. But Jesus said, 'All power is given unto Me in Heaven & in Earth. Go ye therefore & teach all nations ... & lo I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world.'<br />"This is the word of a Gentleman of the most strict & sacred honour, so that's the end of fear. I will not cross furtively tonight as I intended. Nay, verily, I shall take observations for latitude & longitude tonight, though they may be the last, I feel quiet & calm now, thank God!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">****<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsQKquNomIKXlCWpyLqyNBj7hOrevCv451tQiit5K4IKfL_yrnRg4U8Fc1vssB4Xt8wWmV0-tEuFo2rVbEUFdxAQDRsWHYFXgBHH4Yxhko7tUThiCcgDBAaE3fb_-Z_AbM9RMrcR4o5E/s1600-h/j_hudson_taylor_1865.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsQKquNomIKXlCWpyLqyNBj7hOrevCv451tQiit5K4IKfL_yrnRg4U8Fc1vssB4Xt8wWmV0-tEuFo2rVbEUFdxAQDRsWHYFXgBHH4Yxhko7tUThiCcgDBAaE3fb_-Z_AbM9RMrcR4o5E/s320/j_hudson_taylor_1865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299842995520831762" border="0" /></a>When Hudson Taylor, the famous missionary, first went to China, it was in a sailing vessel. Very close to the shore of cannibal islands the ship was becalmed, & it was slowly drifting shoreward unable to go about & the savages were eagerly anticipating a feast.<br /></div> The captain came to Mr. Taylor & besought him to pray for the help of God. "I will," said Taylor, "provided you set your sails to catch the breeze." The captain declined to make himself a laughing stock by unfurling in a dead calm. Taylor said, "I will not undertake to pray for the vessel unless you will prepare the sails." And it was done.<br />While engaged in prayer, there was a knock at the door of his stateroom. "Who is there?"<br />The captain's voice responded, "Are you still praying for wind?"<br />"Yes."<br />"Well," said the captain, "you'd better stop praying, for we have more wind than we can manage."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kari/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">****<br /></div><br />Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">****<br /><br /><br /><br />He does not lead me year by year<br />Nor even day by day,<br />But step by step my path unfolds;<br />My Lord directs my way.<br /><br />Tomorrow's plans I do not know,<br />I only know this minute;<br />But He will say, "This is the way,<br />By faith now walk in it."<br /><br />And I am glad that it is so,<br />Today's enough to bear;<br />And when tomorrow comes, His grace<br />Shall far exceed its care.<br /><br />What need to worry then, or fret?<br />The God Who gave His Son<br />Holds all my moments in His hand<br />And gives them, one by one.<br />--<a href="http://aplaceofsprings.com/">Barbara C. Ryberg</a><br /><br />For more of <a href="http://aplaceofsprings.com/poems/stepbystep/">her poems</a><br /></div><br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-73423792051110901072009-02-05T10:27:00.001+09:002009-02-05T10:30:18.404+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWc4sZkgpT3KWXO5mhscXdPV-wWr2LIIBJnQm-ed7_JUE9s5nmhrh8QZZWHBFZyb4P2AONOcj556s64oU-NpBYPLRsJ-D44ltFvkonhWHLDVINTow7K7gmjUSHwTtPI2kugH5LRVC8Lcs/s1600-h/adversity+quotes+s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWc4sZkgpT3KWXO5mhscXdPV-wWr2LIIBJnQm-ed7_JUE9s5nmhrh8QZZWHBFZyb4P2AONOcj556s64oU-NpBYPLRsJ-D44ltFvkonhWHLDVINTow7K7gmjUSHwTtPI2kugH5LRVC8Lcs/s320/adversity+quotes+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299119026943878002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQcA10EPuCtjwuiIf5YoIZjzzV2k00B6IM_WRJdwSoWZM_DgYphYNXZJOm0MHBoVAX8eM6AHoehac92_-VtPv8C4h1GTEkSO_BblwCmWWORFeMZnlrQWh33_C4M4wdQ_V6lDuge4ATeg/s1600-h/A+promise+for+you+%26+your+children+s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQcA10EPuCtjwuiIf5YoIZjzzV2k00B6IM_WRJdwSoWZM_DgYphYNXZJOm0MHBoVAX8eM6AHoehac92_-VtPv8C4h1GTEkSO_BblwCmWWORFeMZnlrQWh33_C4M4wdQ_V6lDuge4ATeg/s320/A+promise+for+you+%26+your+children+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299119024135866626" border="0" /></a>Find more <a href="http://www.activated.org/index.php">HERE</a>!<br />Quick access to older issues <a href="http://activatedonline.wordpress.com/">here</a><br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-27889491386495013892009-02-03T18:01:00.000+09:002009-02-03T18:01:00.758+09:00This blog is empty because:Too much to write about.<br />So much on my mind.<br />Not enough prioritizing.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-54882593931887751112009-02-01T21:08:00.000+09:002009-02-02T18:04:53.060+09:00One liners to get you thinkingThe largest room in the world is the room for improvement.<br /><br />It's what you do when you have nothing to do that reveals what you are.<br /><br />Where reason cannot wade, there faith may swim.<br /><br />You can help someone change by asking Me how I see them, and then treating them that way. My love works miracles! -JesusKarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-37519293184222384412009-01-21T18:40:00.004+09:002009-01-22T00:15:30.846+09:00It's Business Time<div style="text-align: center;">These guys rock! Txs Al'!)<br /></div><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-9058380231110498612008-12-06T18:23:00.004+09:002008-12-06T20:42:56.913+09:00Odd socks?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO90h6m1oZHr3-5P97H-YaBAEgewCE8dmxogz9RuAhlRW51dbv3gAeYC7eQp7eWfwMjR6QhrosLtYH4TqSTKG5dQMwoYFGEql9lHXa1097t3KwQhiMG2W4YpIY6Am3ZKKijdAz1PMm6FY/s1600-h/IMG_1645a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO90h6m1oZHr3-5P97H-YaBAEgewCE8dmxogz9RuAhlRW51dbv3gAeYC7eQp7eWfwMjR6QhrosLtYH4TqSTKG5dQMwoYFGEql9lHXa1097t3KwQhiMG2W4YpIY6Am3ZKKijdAz1PMm6FY/s200/IMG_1645a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276594724281008530" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I really do have a good reason for this. See the misshapen foot -the RIGHT foot? Sigh... well its not just cos I have BIG feet, I mean, they might be big but they're not usually THAT ugly!<br /><br /><br /><br />Just over a week ago I stubbed my toe real hard. But I'm getting ahead of myself and should start at the beginning. It was a difficult morning and things weren't going so well. I paused mentally (but not physically) to hear from the Lord and began receiving instructions about enjoying the moment and doing something different i.e. having a dress up Word time with the girls and acting out our Bible story while dancing to a song. Thinking to receive the rest of my directions on-the-go I began shouting out instructions to Chia & Amelie whilst striding briskly into our room to play an mp3 file. Next thing I knew I had stubbed my toe harder than I ever had in my life (and I'm pretty good at stubbing my toe, I reckon I could get some sort of award for "champion toe stubber.") This beauty below is the bane of my poor toe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStekcgG9pG8xahta9pUJA52BBGqjArm5PszC33dkNWmA9p3kBZz_fcmbkI3SjEop8sfSWqe47VvSo1btDDcborTTWtFdN2Jq2MDFvjRbjTFTm41jJ6qaQQgwV1XKygQ0Uhfa1r7J67RE/s1600-h/BRF033D2web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStekcgG9pG8xahta9pUJA52BBGqjArm5PszC33dkNWmA9p3kBZz_fcmbkI3SjEop8sfSWqe47VvSo1btDDcborTTWtFdN2Jq2MDFvjRbjTFTm41jJ6qaQQgwV1XKygQ0Uhfa1r7J67RE/s200/BRF033D2web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276598476187122946" border="0" /></a><br />It was hard. Very hard. So hard I couldn't say a single <span style="font-size:78%;">bad </span>word, only mouth "OH!" over and over. My toe was no longer even with my other toes, it was pushed up and onto my foot. It was definitely dislocated and maybe more.<br /><br />Thankfully DH was home and took me to the doctor right away. My toe popped back into place when I tried walking. Big relief, but it still hurt not to mention was twisted at a 15 degree angle i.e. pointing out towards my pinky toe . The doc was nice and didn't subject me to too much prodding or twisting. He rubbed it a bit, put some cream on and said he didn't think I quite broke it, just hit it very hard, but if it still hurt in a few days I should go elsewhere and get an x-ray. He put a mini cast on, wrapped me up and sent me home. </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ma-6fAQgibP6YZyOGBq2fWvQlhLVHomC01IOfhRJ4Qb_-C-hcO0DslVWzZArKW2ZdHlhoXpL7tD0eh7b91UIQNA_Mx78l6bI6NBPJsyYhnTuDYTPxONCkoX2fmrKqKZFe25Rd9bBS-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1646a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ma-6fAQgibP6YZyOGBq2fWvQlhLVHomC01IOfhRJ4Qb_-C-hcO0DslVWzZArKW2ZdHlhoXpL7tD0eh7b91UIQNA_Mx78l6bI6NBPJsyYhnTuDYTPxONCkoX2fmrKqKZFe25Rd9bBS-Y/s200/IMG_1646a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276594728288187218" border="0" /></a>So now you know what lies beneath & if you should see me wearing odd socks just pretend it's stylish. :) My foot is so fat only <a href="http://www.rjjshoes.plus.com/images/large/Fuchsia%20Pink%20Croc.jpg">one pair of shoes fit me</a>. Sniff sniff. I miss <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglnGWxB6fGxSp0qJ4gaYFqTrnKVq1dwULGqJROiStUVHDuXeqoFNnP_XqXGglokFli2gkjix-JO2Y4QhTJpYt685uMiGAHaJY6ATRbq1-5aFT8FC78CFyLWJO294w6SklWED9PwGw9Gywz/s1600-h/IMG_1490a.JPG">these</a> already!<br /><br />Anyways, vanity aside, the Lord showed me that this a gift from Him to help me slow down and work with my spirit helpers more. It has had the desired effect, as now Amelie can move faster than me, I have to choose between showering or cleaning the room, and not a day goes by that I don't think of how much I took for granted. I never thought that one little toe could effect my life so much, and I took good health for granted. Now I relate to old people that shuffle past me on the street, and am forced to slow down in general. I know this isn't a big deal, I'm not suffering, I am young, strong, healthy, will heal with time, and am whole in body, but really, think about it. We are so blessed with good health. So VERY blessed.<br /><br />Another thing the Lord said was along the lines of learning humility through the things we suffer. Oooh, yes Sirree! I most certainly am learning that one, because it is humbling for me to ask others for help with little things, carrying baskets of wet laundry, chasing my kids, walking at a snails pace, asking people to slow down so I don't get left behind etc.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My foot now looks like this:<br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYFXJdwjpenJxbxZia3gXE2YbzQxzHlQVr-TO6wyn6E3X0E447BRRTg9_DXkIkdtM1Dg6JJdAqu7OF8vDYsmxHhJ_n9qd0ByYH1msGGlvNf5Ms-vKKjdlJj71SJQmJqefzl7pd4FWbLo/s1600-h/IMG_1653a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYFXJdwjpenJxbxZia3gXE2YbzQxzHlQVr-TO6wyn6E3X0E447BRRTg9_DXkIkdtM1Dg6JJdAqu7OF8vDYsmxHhJ_n9qd0ByYH1msGGlvNf5Ms-vKKjdlJj71SJQmJqefzl7pd4FWbLo/s200/IMG_1653a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276594727275030818" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday I went to another doctor who was <span style="font-style: italic;">rather suspicious</span> of how I injured my foot and took an x-ray. My toe is fractured and will take 2-3 months to heal completely. It doesn't hurt much now. Please pray I learn humility from this.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-52364205978922601212008-11-19T23:38:00.002+09:002008-11-19T23:40:48.375+09:00A recipie for Al'<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSIugAk4O7sUwyMCfIP3vQvEsemo6eZqLD3Qi_bboHMMEPdztlKY2_yiT-F-nyfAP8XoJxE5dObkv6cf4he-Z7s8u3aZpETqgG4_exPu8dgJdA2lnwTsx0dO50LTAwRe2XKaHQjIQREDLZ/s1600-h/9044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSIugAk4O7sUwyMCfIP3vQvEsemo6eZqLD3Qi_bboHMMEPdztlKY2_yiT-F-nyfAP8XoJxE5dObkv6cf4he-Z7s8u3aZpETqgG4_exPu8dgJdA2lnwTsx0dO50LTAwRe2XKaHQjIQREDLZ/s200/9044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376778464013650" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.taste.com.au/recipes/9044/classic+quiche+lorraine">Here</a> it is.<br />It is pretty versatile and I'm sure you'll make fantastic quiches.<br />Here's hoping you'll like it as much as I.<br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-42611565175664805492008-11-15T00:33:00.004+09:002008-11-15T01:20:09.911+09:00I'm amazed!<div style="text-align: center;">I won something!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFVxkoHN2IGr-UJ0X-z5op-PPCqdDda2KTHx0K_xAoySXAbqAkjZm2ltwg19Y-RDzYw_HheAXMzARQo1kPtVPH2tD2iUe3E6MCjs_cztfSHTQkP1uGKtjNozi-8tPNkxbHlKGKVWwSo8/s1600-h/ispi036104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFVxkoHN2IGr-UJ0X-z5op-PPCqdDda2KTHx0K_xAoySXAbqAkjZm2ltwg19Y-RDzYw_HheAXMzARQo1kPtVPH2tD2iUe3E6MCjs_cztfSHTQkP1uGKtjNozi-8tPNkxbHlKGKVWwSo8/s200/ispi036104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268543905428261714" border="0" /></a><br />Well, to be honest, I didn't win <a href="http://www.instructables.com/contest/hungryscientist/">the grand prize</a>, but I did get a runner up prize. I've never won anything in my life -unless you count the time I won a yellow ribbon in a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gymkhana_%28Equestrian%29">gymkhana</a> competition for beginners when I was 11 yrs old.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.instructables.com/contest/hungryscientist/">Here is</a> the competition I entered, just for fun. I love <a href="http://www.instructables.com/">Instructible</a>s and posted on a whim after photographing this <a href="http://the-princesses-diaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/princesses-amelie-how-to-make-irish.html">baking session</a> with two of my girls. I guess someone voted for my <a href="http://www.instructables.com/">Instructible</a>. :)<br /><br />Yippie, I'm so excited & can't wait to get my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hungry-Scientist-Handbook-Electric-Tinkerers/dp/0061238686/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1220480502&sr=8-1">book</a>.<br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851851955059910994.post-15802483005734366262008-11-14T00:41:00.002+09:002008-11-14T00:42:55.829+09:00A creation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NBVAxZOtznGtZ4GHuSuU2h4Y7tXY4qi7hyphenhyphen51W4-mYoznuCFsL2FhLkjkhsalql6_jFtnZtvsVUPOcSgO6BrxPoYSaZdJDq09_6nCPKEyNisnRGC0FiBwKKIhKV_-xKmwko1Q9_X13TM/s1600-h/Princesses+button+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NBVAxZOtznGtZ4GHuSuU2h4Y7tXY4qi7hyphenhyphen51W4-mYoznuCFsL2FhLkjkhsalql6_jFtnZtvsVUPOcSgO6BrxPoYSaZdJDq09_6nCPKEyNisnRGC0FiBwKKIhKV_-xKmwko1Q9_X13TM/s320/Princesses+button+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268167781054820434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Something I created for my girls blog. Many thanks to <a href="http://aprintaday.blogspot.com/">A Print A Day</a> for the design.<br /></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07017750776512480150noreply@blogger.com0