tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31949037604613131502024-02-19T08:45:57.382-08:00The Progressive Lensnetablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.comBlogger472125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-5739404456704494412012-03-31T12:23:00.001-07:002012-03-31T16:47:23.972-07:00I’m moving!!!Now settle down, girlfriends… it’s actually my blog that’s moving, not me. Wish it was the other way around sometimes, but hey, it’s a lot cheaper and simpler to just pack up old blog stuff than it is to pack up a house! So, for now… you are invited to follow me to <a href="http://theviewfromhere59.blogspot.ca/">my new home… </a> let me warn you, it’s nothing special, but it feels right to me. <br />
As with all moves, this was not a decision made lightly. I have hemmed and hawed about it for weeks. Should I open my blog to the *gasp* public again? Well, I decided to do it this way. It’s public, but this blog is still here and stays private. Let’s just say it’s been boarded up, but not demolished. No one will be living here, possibly ever again! <br />
I did say I was going to do the A to Z blog challenge for the month of April. Don’t know if that’s a wise decision or not, but I think I will give it a go. Making no promises, though. I would much rather just blog whenever, but I thought this might be fun for a change. <br />
I have now officially completed my second set of portfolios, and Spring cleaning and Easter festivities are on the brain. Spring Cleaning – new and fresh! Easter – new life! …. so a new blog sort of fits in, somehow. <br />
Thanks for following my random blog here…. hope to see you once in a while across the way!netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-75392407093065518892012-03-23T12:58:00.001-07:002012-03-23T12:58:26.551-07:00Be a Tree<p><strong><em>“A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being what God means it to be it is obeying Him…. The more a tree is like itself, the more it is like Him….”</em></strong><em></em> Thomas Merton</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-98RmGQpg81Y/T2zV36ThjGI/AAAAAAAAD7c/h1Q7iTwKzU8/s1600-h/atree%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="atree" border="0" alt="atree" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-x7S93GDaLqw/T2zV4eeL76I/AAAAAAAAD7k/WZOTqR_c1Sk/atree_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" height="244"></a></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-58767175520009690692012-03-22T11:34:00.001-07:002012-03-22T11:34:23.779-07:00New Year’s Resolutions and Lent<p>Sometimes they feel an awful lot alike, don’t they? </p> <p>Except one sounds much more spiritual than the other. </p> <p>If Lent is all about self improvement and self discipline, it’s really about having another go at bettering myself. Not much different than New Year’s Resolutions, really. </p> <p>Or maybe it’s about suffering. Do I understand Jesus’ suffering more when I do Lent? How can I compare fasting from net surfing to the suffering He experienced? I can’t. </p> <p>I was mentioning to a few church ladies the other day that I was having a hard time cutting out sugar (for health reasons). This wasn’t even about Lent, because I wasn’t going sugar-free for Lent this year. One of them piped up excitedly, “It’s been so easy for me to cut out sugar! No problem! I just say no to it!”. I was happy for her. I guess that’s not really suffering, then, though. </p> <p>So, it seems that if the thing we choose to fast from is easy peasy, then Lent is not even about suffering at all. </p> <p>What I am learning from Lent is what I’ve said before. It brings me face to face with my weaknesses. Oh me of little discipline. God help me if I can’t even abstain from <em>whatever-it-is-I-have-to-get-a-grip-on</em> for 40 days. Or add on that <em>practice-that’s-good-for-me</em> consistently. It’s frustrating! </p> <p>I read recently that Lent can be thought of as “Spring Cleaning for the soul”. Maybe that’s true. But maybe it’s God who holds the cleaning cloth. </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-75325256452564812482012-03-21T16:09:00.001-07:002012-03-21T16:29:57.904-07:00Not Your Ordinary Christian Movie<p>Blue Like Jazz (the movie) is coming out soon. And I have to admit I’m a little nervous about watching it. Maybe, because I think it might be offensive in some way. Or specifically, it might offend people I know. Maybe even me. And here I am saying I’m looking forward to seeing it. I read the book, after all, and thought it was interesting and provocative..and different. I like books that make me think. I don’t think the Christian experience can always be tied up neatly into a tidy bundle. And the journey takes detours sometimes. There are always lots of questions and not always immediate answers. </p> <p>I have been a helper at Alpha the past month or so. I find that I still have questions…after how many years of following Jesus? Sometimes it’s more important to be a good listener than the one with all the answers. It feels safer having all the answers, though. </p> <p>Came across this article, which I also found interesting. <a href="http://donmilleris.com/2012/03/21/the-christian-movie-establishment-vs-blue-like-jazz/">http://donmilleris.com/2012/03/21/the-christian-movie-establishment-vs-blue-like-jazz/</a></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-46144591953375141502012-03-19T22:24:00.000-07:002021-01-01T21:19:11.237-08:00M & K’s Excellent Adventure<p>It was in the works for quite a while. And now it’s happening. A dream is coming true for them. </p> <p>It’s been over a month now since our son Mike and our daughter in law Katie left for South America to backpack, camp, and hostel for three or four months. So far they have visited Peru, and I believe they are now in Chile. Lots of adventures so far, beginning with them both being sick as dogs on Valentine’s Day!! </p> <p>Mike’s Facebook status on that day read: ‘Happy Valentine’s Day! We’re hugging the toilet.’ Apparently, they both ate something they shouldn’t have. They lived on crackers and water for the next few days! </p> <p>They have been to Machu Picchu, have had wild dogs chase them down a mountain, have had children run after them with cans of shaving cream as part of some cultural festivities, have had an angry villager mistake Mike for someone not so nice, have had a little boy follow them for hours with no worries about where his parents were… and who knows what else will happen! </p> <p>Thankfully, Mike and Katie are good about keeping in touch with both sets of parents. Whenever they get internet access, they usually update us on their experiences, whereabouts, and plans. So thankful for that!! </p> <p>I know we’ll be hearing so many stories when they get back (probably slightly embellished, since that seems to be son’s forte!) As well, I can’t wait to see some amazing photos. </p> <p>And one of the main questions on our minds: How big will Mike’s beard get this time? </p> <p>We all miss them a LOT! The family just feels incomplete when they aren’t around. Because it IS. *sigh*</p> <p> Trusting and praying for excellent adventures and safe travels! </p> <p><img height="42" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/423399_3475914784759_1477894121_33245872_1942401220_n.jpg" width="56" /></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-22513529584455942662012-03-17T21:46:00.001-07:002012-03-17T22:01:44.050-07:00Ramblings<p>Some days just turn out good. Today was one of them. Even though it was snowing like no tomorrow this morning when I woke up, it didn’t really dampen my spirits (that much). Probably because it’s that time of year when I know it’s not going to stick around for long. Now, if another dump comes down tonight, I won’t be pleased, but hey, if that’s my biggest beef, life is good! </p> <p>So, why am I feeling so <strong>calm and chilled out</strong>? I’ve had the house <strong>all to myself</strong> today, since the other two who live here (and two more who don’t live here) are happily out of town at a ball hockey tournament. I could do whatever, whenever. And that includes most of tomorrow, too! Yippee! </p> <p>I spent a great morning out <strong>visiting and making cards</strong> with some friends, in honor of St. Paddy’s day. We were all supposed to wear green. I managed to wear a green daisy necklace. I wore a black sweater due to being in mourning for the Spring weather that disappeared today. </p> <p><strong>Listened to some favorite music</strong> – loud and long (downhere is definitely one of my faves). I downloaded some new music from iTunes. <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/See-You-Josh-Wilson/dp/B004HGBUPM">Josh Wilson’s See You</a>. Love it! Crank up the <strike>stereo</strike> computer! </p> <p>I <strong>listened to a couple of podcasts</strong> of my favorite women’s Christian radio program. So, it was like having girlfriends over while I made supper. I often listen to their weekly program called Millrose Club, where 4 women just yak about relevant and sometimes trivial stuff – culture, music, girl stuff. Most of the time, there’s laughter. So, Dave usually mimics the giggling when he walks in the door and hears all this laughter coming from the kitchen. Today..no mock! </p> <p>I <strong>made a yummy ‘Greek Pasta Salad</strong> with Sun Dried Tomato Vinaigrette’ from <a href="http://www.theperfectpantry.com/2012/02/recipe-for-greek-pasta-salad-with-sun-dried-tomato-vinaigrette.html">theperfectpantry.com</a> Simply delicious and a perfect supper for me. If there were men around, it wouldn’t be hearty enough. That’s another reason why I enjoyed this day all to myself. Salad Supper! </p> <p>I <strong>set up my card making supplies</strong> in the spare room. (This is supposed to encourage me to continue making cards more than once a year.) </p> <p>Lest you think all went smoothly today, it didn’t. I can not for the life of me find my camera battery recharger. <strong>Grrr</strong>… I have absolutely NO idea where it is. Methinks someone has taken it. Or else my memory really has disappeared like Spring snow. </p> <p>I also chose an ebook to read and review for BookSneeze, but it would not show up on my Kindle, although it is on my Kindle for PC. I spent more than a few minutes trying to figure that out. Sooo frustrating. I would much rather read on my Kindle than the computer. <strong>Grrrr 2. </strong></p> <p>Well, I think I’ll do some knitting and watch a little <strong>Netflix.</strong> Or maybe just a little Netflix in bed. Novel Idea. </p> <p>Now that I’ve waxed on about how satisfied I am being home alone, I’m starting to miss everyone… it’s soo quiet tonight. </p> <p>Just me and Buddy the Cat. Meow. </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-4139324749292596712012-03-14T15:23:00.001-07:002012-03-14T15:32:02.513-07:00Food for thought"Recipes are useful in a well-lighted kitchen. Recipe theology, that collection of practical biblical principles that tell us what to do in every situation, treats confusion as something to be solved rather than entered. It reduces the mysteries of life to things we can manage."<br />
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Larry Crabbnetablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-11938150038555545812012-03-12T20:58:00.000-07:002012-03-12T20:58:00.340-07:00Remembering Oma<p>When I turned 13 years old, my Oma gave me a simple framed painting of hers. She picked up oil painting as a hobby when she was in her 60’s. I felt so special that I had received such a personal gift from her, but never knew or even thought about WHY she chose to give me one of her limited paintings till many, many years later. </p> <p>From birth till about 8 years old, I lived in the same small town on Vancouver Island as many of my Dutch immigrant relatives – aunts, uncles, cousins, and both sets of wonderful grandparents. Was I blessed, or what? Visiting Oma and Opa B. was always a lot of fun, because, of course, we were loved by them and we knew it. Special treats, a huge yard to run around and play in, and hugs and kisses. </p> <p>When we moved to another province, I missed my relatives a lot. I used to regularly write letters to my favorite ones, and Oma B. was definitely one of those. I honestly didn’t think much about my letter writing because I simply loved to write and it was a creative outlet for me. It’s not something my mom made me sit down to do. </p> <p>Just a few years ago, my mom mentioned that Oma (who passed away about 20 years ago) valued those letters so much and was really touched that I took the time to correspond with her. She gave me her painting, a part of herself, to thank me. Now, that touched ME! </p> <p>It reminds me of the time I was over at her house and she looked at me, and, with a smile, said, in her thick Dutch accent, “I LIKE you, ‘Neta”. Somehow, that was so validating to an insecure, skinny, plain little girl like me, coming from a large family, being lost somewhere in the middle. Of course, I knew she loved me, but somehow, at that moment, being liked was more important. I felt so special! </p> <p>When I look at that valued painting now, and see her handwriting on the back of it, I am reminded of the love between Oma and me. A bond that lasts over and beyond time, I’m sure! </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-82503020070652177792012-03-07T22:47:00.001-08:002012-03-07T22:47:21.125-08:00A Song for Her<p>I heard this song on the streaming radio I was listening to tonight, and knew I had to Google it and find the artist and the lyrics. Powerful words for those who are or have been in dark, helpless, seemingly hopeless places. Whose dreams and maybe worlds have or are falling apart. But God is there. </p> <p>This song is dedicated to a young woman who I’ve been just getting to know through Alpha. She was struggling with addiction, and was moving ahead in her life, going through recovery, but has just relapsed (drug abuse). She’s in a hard place. </p> <p>I hope the truth of this song becomes her testimony.. that she finds God when her world is caving in. And I hope this song gives you hope today, too, if you are in a difficult place. </p> <p>Would you pray for my friend today? </p> <p>Hear Josh Wilson singing Fall Apart here: <a title="http://youtu.be/TKISYTwnn0A" href="http://youtu.be/TKISYTwnn0A">http://youtu.be/TKISYTwnn0A</a></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-8142524755472341722012-03-06T20:12:00.001-08:002012-03-06T20:12:37.832-08:00Making the GradeI'm mired in portfolios and report card commenting right now, and it got me to thinking about Lent. Weird how and where the mind goes sometimes, isn't it?<br />
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Yes, I'm doing Lent, but I seem to be failing at accomplishing my goals, at least I'm not doing as well at it as I had hoped. Oh, I had big plans. Fast from A + Add B = Closer to God, one day at a time. I'm not dissing Lent, by the way, because personally I feel it's a wonderful practice. After all, it keeps my focus on our relationship, and that's the main thing.<br />
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How can that be a fail? <br />
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But, back to the <i>feelings</i> of failure. Am I passing or failing, I ask myself?<br />
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Well, if I'm looking to get into God's good books because of what I'm doing and how great I'm doing at it, I'm failing. (He doesn't play that game with me, anyway, but human nature seems to like being graded.)<br />
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If my failures remind me that God looks at me with pure pleasure and love no matter how much I mess up (including failing to meet my goals for Lent), then, hey, I get an A!!!<br />
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We all make the grade! Isn't that great?<br />
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<br />netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-87085172285926416122012-03-04T22:15:00.000-08:002012-03-03T22:18:40.667-08:00Why prayer is hard more often than not<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-27cD_0BVI-E/T1MH6EMAGjI/AAAAAAAAD58/WKvlci2YmRE/s1600-h/prayer%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="prayer" border="0" alt="prayer" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3FXRVVqMc_o/T1MH6vxpAfI/AAAAAAAAD6E/5us-_8f2mDo/prayer_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a> </p> <p>I was listening to an interview with Eugene Peterson tonight. He was talking about prayer and Sabbath, and the importance of ‘not doing’. </p> <p>He began by saying that <em>“The obvious thing we do as a Christian community is worship together and that’s a time when, as a lay person, you don’t ‘do’ anything… and ‘not doing’ has a rhythm … that starts to affect the way your body works, your mind works, and your spirit works.” </em>Ideally, when we gather as a church body, I would agree that that is a good time to just stop and rest and listen and just hear what God is saying to us as a group of people. I suppose sometimes we can still be too busy, at church, to really succeed at this, though. </p> <p>He then went on to say (and I had to replay this a couple of times to really get what he was saying) <em>“Nothing happens when you pray, you THINK (</em>i.e. it seems that way<em>). There’s nothing in prayer that gives you any satisfaction in terms of having accomplished anything. So, learning to pray is learning to ‘not do’ in the awareness that God IS doing something and you don’t know what it is at THAT moment.” </em></p> <p>That’s why praying is hard. It feels like I’m not <em>doing</em> anything. And more often than not, it feels more comfortable doing – serving, solving, fixing, etc. It’s hard to ‘not do’. </p> <p>He really said and explained so much more, so if you are interested, here is the interview with Eugene Peterson (author of the MESSAGE Bible) : <a href="http://www.qideas.org/practices/live/showing.aspx">http://www.qideas.org/practices/live/showing.aspx</a></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-11369644622763436392012-02-27T17:48:00.001-08:002012-02-27T17:48:46.690-08:00The dilemma of self-help<p>I have a confession to make. I love reading self-help books, Christian and secular. I hate the term ‘self-help’, though, because somehow the word ‘self-help’ connotes total independence and an “I can do it by myself'” prideful attitude. And I’m not that naive to think that I can ‘succeed’ and be truly content without God’s power. </p> <p>Take this title, for instance: <u>The Magic of Thinking Big</u> – Acquire the Secrets of Success… Achieve Everything You’ve Always Wanted. The subtitle is a little overinflated, perhaps, but this book by David J. Schwartz (first published in 1959) is full of basic wisdom for succeeding in life. I believe we can ALWAYS improve our lives… which brings me to the words ‘self-improvement’… those can be a touchy set of words, as well. </p> <p>The book is really about setting right habits for success. Like having a positive attitude, the power of negative thoughts, how to think big, you are what you think you are (that’s biblical!), use goals to help you grow, get the action habit, think right toward people, etc.. </p> <p>I have earmarked so many pages in this old book, because of all the great quotes. </p> <p>Such as: </p> <p>“A man is not a doing much until the cause he works for possesses all there is of him” John Wanamaker True, no? </p> <p>“Lots of good dreams never come true because we say, “I’ll start some day”, when we should say “I’ll start now, right now.” </p> <p>“How you think when you lose determines how long it will be until you win.” </p> <p>Schwartz includes practical examples of how to use the advice he gives, and he bases his advice on true life examples. I think he was ahead of his time, because his motto definitely is ‘just do it’. Example: don’t wait for inspiration or desire<em>. Do this today: Pick the one thing you like to do least. Then, without letting yourself deliberate or dread the task, do it. That’s the most efficient way to handle chores.</em> </p> <p>That’s pretty basic. He says “NOW” is the magic word of success. I could get a lot more done if I followed THAT advice more often! </p> <p>A lot of what he says is biblical. This book is about genuinely caring for and respecting others and self. </p> <p>A book like this reminds me that the Bible is full of powerful wisdom for life and when it’s presented by someone who has seen the principles working in people’s lives, it’s a good thing. After all, all truth (no matter where you find it) is God’s truth. </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-67417726105350463502012-02-23T21:49:00.001-08:002012-02-23T21:49:26.833-08:00It’s About Time!<p>Am I the only one who takes forever to replace items that were destined for the garbage bin many moons ago? One household item we’ve been complaining about FOREVER is our cutlery basket in our dishwasher. Of its 6 compartments, 2 were absolutely useless for probably at least a year. What’s with that? </p> <p>We’d continually have to retrieve dangling cutlery out of the basket, in order to successfully push the bottom dish tray into the dishwasher. As well, we’d have to strategically place broader items that couldn’t fall through the cracks, into these compartments. So frustrating. I don’t know why I didn’t think to replace this a lot sooner. Well, I DID think. I just didn’t DO. </p> <p>It’s just one of those errands that never gets done. </p> <p>Look what I bought the other day! </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Hf-OdFbmMMY/T0ck41VC3MI/AAAAAAAAD5s/_yg073194sQ/s1600-h/Feb%25252012%252520019%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Feb 12 019" border="0" alt="Feb 12 019" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UiXMhm9mCTc/T0ck5mIvsEI/AAAAAAAAD50/fPlbvEFqdEg/Feb%25252012%252520019_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a> </p> <p>Ain’t she purdy? And she comes with a newfangled cutlery divider that eliminates the spooning problem. And the ‘throwing the cutlery in every which way’ habit that SOME are in the habit of doing. So far, she’s been working out just fine. </p> <p>So, do you have any glaring useless household items that need replacement, but you’re just ignoring them or making do? Tell me I’m not the only one!! </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-44769034942620924622012-02-20T16:49:00.001-08:002012-02-20T16:49:34.561-08:00Music Monday – Everything Will Be Alright<p>Need a little pick- me- up for this overcast day? Here’s a happy little song from one of my favorite newly discovered artists. I bought Matt Wertz’s album <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/weights-wings/id412780089">Weights and Wings</a>, and wasn’t disappointed. </p> <p><img alt="Weights & Wings, Matt Wertz" src="http://a2.mzstatic.com/us/r1000/037/Music/e0/1d/8a/mzi.rdzmfwde.170x170-75.jpg"></p> <p>I was attempting to embed the video , but YouTube won’t allow it, so <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjhofc9ncXU&feature=fvwrel">check him out here.</a> </p> <p>Put your feet up for a few minutes, turn the music up, and enjoy! </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-13199923735270413432012-02-17T16:28:00.001-08:002012-02-17T16:28:54.815-08:00On hands, life, and stories<p align="center"><strong>“You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories.”</strong><br>— Garrison Keillor</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5DZyoxgbPIw/Tz7wxI4_K_I/AAAAAAAAD4s/oXIO6KPtNqQ/s1600-h/hands2.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="hands" border="0" alt="hands" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_nc7GguTDQQ/Tz7wxdDC1kI/AAAAAAAAD40/JtJa6w46nvk/hands_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"></a> </p> <p>I think hands are beautiful. They all hold stories. </p> <p>There are the thin, dainty hands of a young woman. So soft and so pretty. So full of life. She thinks they’ll look like that forever. </p> <p>There are the thick, scarred, hardworking hands of women who have done a lot of manual labour in their lives. They are strong and sturdy, and so capable! </p> <p>There are the pampered hands of older women who have made it a priority to do what it takes to have soft, smooth, young looking hands with beautifully manicured nails. Beauty in all ages and all stages. </p> <p>There are the middle aged hands showing wrinkles that can’t be creamed away, anymore. Each wrinkle tells its own story of the many years lived. Each wrinkle reminds the woman that time is moving on. </p> <p>There are the hands of the aged woman. Hands that may be sore, misshapen, maybe not working that well, anymore. A reminder of the fragility of life. Time for those hands to rest. </p> <p>You know what one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received was? </p> <p>“I really like your hands.” </p> <p>Probably because I didn’t see it myself, and it made me look at them differently. They aren’t classically beautiful, but to my daughter, they <strong>are</strong> beautiful in some way. </p> <p>What do you see when you look at your hands?</p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-38542588375529214792012-02-15T22:29:00.001-08:002012-02-15T22:36:34.518-08:00Want to see it<p align="left">I read the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Like-Jazz-Nonreligious-Spirituality/dp/0785263705">Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller</a> a few years ago, and really enjoyed it. Then I heard they were going to make a movie about it. It’s opening nationwide (U.S.) beginning April 13th. That doesn’t mean it will turn up here, but it will be available on DVD at some point. Read more about the movie and its showing at a film festival <a href="http://donmilleris.com/2012/02/15/south-by-southwest-to-host-world-premier-of-blue-like-jazz/">here.</a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-A6MZ-EQk7Yc/TzyiMCRgOgI/AAAAAAAAD4c/40L5dDH4DHw/s1600-h/Screen-shot-2012-02-15-at-9.32.46-AM2-203x300%25255B2%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Screen-shot-2012-02-15-at-9.32.46-AM2-203x300" border="0" alt="Screen-shot-2012-02-15-at-9.32.46-AM2-203x300" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-c0opbh4X2oY/TzyiNKkMhxI/AAAAAAAAD4k/0OYE0ONsJOQ/Screen-shot-2012-02-15-at-9.32.46-AM2-203x300_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="166" height="244"></a></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-45792834221502331182012-02-13T21:17:00.001-08:002012-02-13T21:17:05.960-08:00Connection<p>I came across a great definition for ‘connection’ recently, as I was reading <u>The Gifts of Imperfection</u> by Brene Brown. </p> <blockquote> <p><em>The energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued; when they can give and receive without judgment; and when they derive sustenance and strength from the relationship. </em></p></blockquote> <p>Whoa, is that not a clear definition? When I read that, I feel a little overwhelmed because, to be honest, I certainly haven’t had that ALL the time, with my relationships! But it certainly is something to strive towards, isn’t it? </p> <p>With Valentine’s Day coming up (whether you love that day or not!), it’s a good time to think about the connection we have with our loved ones. Nice thing about connections, they CAN be strengthened! </p> <p>I came across the <a href="http://www.lovelanguagechallenge.com/">Love Language Challenge</a> today, which fits in very well with Valentine’s Day. It turns out my strongest language is Acts of Service, with Words of Affirmation and Spending Time Together running a tie for a close second. Don’t know if that’s quite right, but close enough. Anyway, both spouses are encouraged to take the quiz and then sign up for the Challenge, which basically means that they will be sent one email a week for 5 weeks with ideas to show love to their spouses, using their dominant love language. Neat idea, hey? I can live with 5 emails over 5 weeks directed to my inbox, so I signed us up. :) </p> <p>Tomorrow we’re heading to a romantic hockey game!! :) Blazers against Edmonton—a big game, I’ve been told! Hoping there’s an act of service included… bringing me a nice coffee, perhaps? </p> <p>Happy Valentine’s Day, dear readers! </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-20091573067695175362012-02-04T11:38:00.001-08:002012-02-04T11:39:17.550-08:00When September Comes<p>Not sure that’s a good title for this blog post, but let me explain. When September comes, it’s cooler outside, but not so cold that you can’t open your windows and doors for fresh air. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-phO4XSRw-os/Ty2JJNDQ_aI/AAAAAAAAD28/elsWzIHchL4/s1600-h/Feb%25252012%252520013%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Feb 12 013" border="0" alt="Feb 12 013" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UhTwb1yJ0BQ/Ty2JJ6zFJiI/AAAAAAAAD3E/wsAiKUNpLX4/Feb%25252012%252520013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p>Well, today, I have the furnace turned off (temporarily) and my windows and doors are open because it’s THAT nice outside, but more importantly, this stale house needs a little freshness blown through it. I hear the birds chirping away, the little girls next door playing (oops, and now crying) in their back yard, and it’s early FEBRUARY!!! Mind you, it’s a little nippy out there, but still…</p> <p>I’ve washed the floors and opening up to the world outside just needed doing. </p> <p>When September comes, I do apples. Just the other day, a friend of mine offered me a box of apples she still had in her garage from September, and I couldn’t bare to see them go to waste, so I said yes. When I looked at them, I said, “Are you SURE they didn’t freeze over the last few months?”. She reassured me they hadn’t, but I beg to differ.. A lot of them are still usable, though. Applesauce comin’ up. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2ksX657nrWE/Ty2JLEpldKI/AAAAAAAAD3M/vLxVwqh91qY/s1600-h/Feb%25252012%252520012%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Feb 12 012" border="0" alt="Feb 12 012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xdjDZ2AfXoY/Ty2JLpHpzII/AAAAAAAAD3U/eemMSs5Jysg/Feb%25252012%252520012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a> </p> <p> <p></p> <p>Now, if someone would just offer to wash those dirty outside windows, it would really feel like Spring is on its way..I mean, September! </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Wy8zlEnlRaA/Ty2JYU3BOqI/AAAAAAAAD3c/0ZvPtMJ1XJY/s1600-h/Feb%25252012%252520014%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Feb 12 014" border="0" alt="Feb 12 014" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1nVBx8stIqY/Ty2JZKlIzEI/AAAAAAAAD3k/ghSfvsN-OkE/Feb%25252012%252520014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-11977134363351386002012-02-03T10:20:00.000-08:002012-02-03T10:20:00.805-08:00Birthday Pie<p>Lemon pie is the dessert of choice in our family, for most of us. I don’t make it often, unless it’s someone’s birthday usually, and I guess that keeps it pretty special. </p> <p> I baked two of them last night. Requested by my eldest son for his birthday dessert. He does love Lemon Pie! We’ll be heading over to his place this evening to indulge. :) Well, I’ll be having a very small piece, because I’m on a sugar/wheat fast for a few weeks. Bad timing or what?! </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Oi1n6t2t-Pg/Tyt8xf_Q2HI/AAAAAAAAD2s/Dqf-qp5nQOc/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520132%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 132" border="0" alt="Jan 12 132" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-I7RGJNhDXBc/Tyt8x__-QhI/AAAAAAAAD20/f2F6Ry61AvY/Jan%25252012%252520132_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="261"></a></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-78354795686816683082012-02-02T22:01:00.001-08:002012-02-02T22:03:43.011-08:00Not complaining<p>THIS is what winter is supposed to look like: </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E5rf2pCIijY/Tyt4LBYvcRI/AAAAAAAAD2M/gQNh_C9cNy8/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520001%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 001" border="0" alt="Jan 12 001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-l1j9teUUEMU/Tyt4Lk0n4QI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/fbN8koZ4ki4/Jan%25252012%252520001_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="264"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-haDNWD2EYQ4/Tyt4MbZyfCI/AAAAAAAAD2U/U0fOdxYFgQA/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520002%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 002" border="0" alt="Jan 12 002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TUMdU1z6ZGk/Tyt4M5cX8wI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/A5NvesdzMUE/Jan%25252012%252520002_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="267" height="347"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3kcymMXYPfY/Tyt4NGTLwrI/AAAAAAAAD2c/aDnv3xI2XAQ/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520006%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 006" border="0" alt="Jan 12 006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pn63haTS2f8/Tyt4N4lnEXI/AAAAAAAAD2g/FxSlvg-iNeY/Jan%25252012%252520006_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="254"></a> </p> <p>Not this: </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NxewT9te0Vg/Tyt4O5AZOgI/AAAAAAAAD2k/YTundhSofWg/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520007%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 007" border="0" alt="Jan 12 007" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-evUxNaJkHXM/Tyt4PEha5II/AAAAAAAAD2o/UgUXbAeMNLU/Jan%25252012%252520007_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" height="279"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>But, hey, I’m not complaining!! :)</p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-69894373289512189602012-01-30T21:02:00.001-08:002012-01-30T21:02:59.290-08:00A Woman’s Prerogative<p>Yes, it is. </p> <p>The exclusive right and power to <strike>command, decide, rule, or judge</strike>… change one’s mind. </p> <p>I’ve been thinking about my rash decision to quit Pinterest after only being on it for a couple of hours a while back. I think it was just too overwhelming for me. My settings were such that all of my Facebook friends were added to it. This time around (yes, I finally received my official invitation), I am following only a few people at a time, and I’m not going hog wild with it. Who knows, I may not spend much time there at all. But it is fun to see what friends are pinning! </p> <p>I already tried a recipe I found on there today. Lemon Blueberry cake. I made some substitutions and it turned out scrumptious. Which is a bonus. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GPpJndGXVBU/Tyd19Z85s9I/AAAAAAAAD0M/TO2hEK5HgbA/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520024%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 024" border="0" alt="Jan 12 024" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Kd05QDx_UMk/Tyd19zHWjbI/AAAAAAAAD0U/fEWqOYlttMg/Jan%25252012%252520024_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a> </p> <p>I’ve had a quiet few days around here. It’s going to get busy soon, with meetings, obligations, appointments, and second term portfolios, but the last couple of days have been blissfully quiet. I’ve baked a few items. I don’t seem to do much of that, lately. When you’re trying to cut back on sugar, baking is not something you want spend too much time doing! Can you say ‘sabotage’?</p> <p>I’ve also got a few knitting projects on the go. I’m knitting a birthday pair of socks for my girlfriend, who is not a craftsy person, so she is so excited for something handmade! <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qG2YwfRr9PY/Tyd1-yAo8GI/AAAAAAAAD0c/TKd19xywyhM/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520025%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 025" border="0" alt="Jan 12 025" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KLGbt09GQqc/Tyd1_GwnxWI/AAAAAAAAD0k/COotGM2t49A/Jan%25252012%252520025_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p> And I’m knitting a log cabin baby blanket…just because. It’ll be a gift for someone down the road. Nice to have a little stash of gifts tucked away for the future. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5MkKRxQzIGg/Tyd2AbaCjTI/AAAAAAAAD0s/k011HadA4BU/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520008%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 008" border="0" alt="Jan 12 008" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-BMQeKJzW0lg/Tyd2AgvhAcI/AAAAAAAAD00/gSwuSENyRMg/Jan%25252012%252520008_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-39791228524546376372012-01-27T12:53:00.000-08:002012-01-27T12:53:20.673-08:00Blog BlehsMy apologies for not blogging much lately. Sometimes it's just not there, ya know? Oh, I could try harder to come up with stuff. After all, there's ALWAYS stuff to write about. But, having a lack of energy this week has slowed me right down.<br />
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But come April, whoa..hang on to your horses! I am going to join the <b><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/what-is-blogging-from-to-z.html">Blogging A-Z</a></b> 26 day challenge (no Sundays involved!).<br />
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I know, April's a long ways away (and a busy month for me, to boot!). But I figure by then, I'll be ready and rarin' to go.<br />
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Have a great weekend, everyone!netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-88469372829669968062012-01-22T16:05:00.001-08:002012-01-22T16:05:08.821-08:00Written and Published!<p>I want you all to know that my sis in law Sharla Kostelyk’s book <u>That These Two Will Live</u>, her memoir on an international adoption journey, is available now! Read <a href="http://turningpagesover.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-these-two-will-live.html">my take on it here</a>. </p> <p><img src="http://www.sherwoodparknews.com/images/calendar/159/sxbzrx45g4hp1ximikore5451162012110026.jpg"></p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-69427015810468628662012-01-21T20:06:00.001-08:002012-01-21T20:06:51.694-08:00Out of the Deep Freeze..<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2AnLsoefzM8/TxuLRzdu9QI/AAAAAAAADy8/6gWQh4o6DFo/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520115%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 115" border="0" alt="Jan 12 115" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-H2MY4q_cHrc/TxuLSf8F4RI/AAAAAAAADzE/CRMIzTjuwc4/Jan%25252012%252520115_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a> </p> <p>Yes, I’ve been away from my blog for over a week. Been away from home and blogging just wasn’t in the forefront of my mind for the past little while. I flew to Edmontonl Now this fair city is not usually a popular travel destination in January, because it can get extremely cold, and I think this time it was a record breaker. Lucky us!! But, for me, I often visit in January because it’s my mom’s birthday, and I will brave the frigid temperatures to celebrate her special day. </p> <p>My sis from Langley flew up as well, so that was a bonus. We shared a bedroom and had lots of late night chats and even early, EARLY morning chats. Crazy! Once we got to bed at 12:30 a.m. and woke up at 4 a.m. and proceeded to continue our deep conversations. Then we maybe slept for 1 or 2 hours and that was it! The next day, I was completely wiped!</p> <p>My dad, who is battling prostate cancer, is lookin’ good! He still has the same spunk and crazy humour as ever, but I would say he has lost a little bit of weight. He still walks the hallways and stairs everyday, to keep up his physical health. Now, the side effects of his meds (estrogen hormone therapy) are that he gets hot flushes and he may be slightly more irritable at times. I’d say that is true. Maybe it’s just his age, but he doesn’t tolerate noise and busyness as well as he used to. But, generally, he is doing really well, for which we are all thankful. One day at a time. </p> <p>Mom was lookin’ good, too! She turned 75 years old while we were there. She may look older physically, and yes, her body is weakening, but her personality is all there in living color. She holds her own, and then some. My kids tell me I remind them of Oma… I am still processing that! ;0</p> <p>I attended my niece’s wedding. It was LOVELY! Got to see lots of my other nieces, nephews, family and friends. All of my siblings together in one place! A good time was had by all. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hP7lFq2eanU/TxuLTfQ9WoI/AAAAAAAADzM/PuH4ilVbIEY/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520031%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 031" border="0" alt="Jan 12 031" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tgFZ3SukUxw/TxuLTz4i2TI/AAAAAAAADzU/v2ltJjldDJI/Jan%25252012%252520031_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a>I visited with my sis in law, who adopted 2 siblings from Ethiopia in 2010. If you want to feel loved, just go to their house and spend some time with her children. They are always so excited to have visitors! Sharla has written a memoir about her and my brother’s experiences and I purchased a copy of her book. It is GREAT! (I’ll write more about that later). </p> <p> </p> <p>If you know my parents at all, they are spur-of-the-moment people. It’s quite humorous, actually. Not more than 6 months ago or so, they said farewell to their big, fat, old, black and white cranky cat. Well, it seems Mom has often talked about how much she missed that feline. Just a few weeks ago, Dad decided to buy not one, but TWO 6 month old cats, from a neighbour. I met these critters for the first time, and my, they are a handful when they are awake! Always jumping on the counter or coffee table, trying to sneak people food. The spray bottle has had a workout this past week! Running through the condo like two little monkeys in a zoo, they exhaust themselves and nod off pretty well anywhere and everywhere. They are the cutest little cats, I have to say! But, after they had climbed up on dad’s office cupboard, knocking over a lamp and a plant, I heard Mom mutter, “I knew by the second day this was just too much!”. But last I heard (this morning), she still thinks they’re the sweetest, so there is hope that she’ll hang on to them. But you never know… I’ll keep you posted. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uqb4jpUM1tw/TxuLU-DeDcI/AAAAAAAADzc/O40h1EZmuIU/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520116%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Jan 12 116" border="0" alt="Jan 12 116" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FLsPD751d7Y/TxuLVGASR_I/AAAAAAAADzk/Rco9SgyJ4oE/Jan%25252012%252520116_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Y6zLcDn5T9E/TxuLWMt5sFI/AAAAAAAADzs/B_7M1r4Lsf8/s1600-h/Jan%25252012%252520047%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Jan 12 047" border="0" alt="Jan 12 047" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUAfnJzAEnSPvS-nQtv5RvjLEGbqdGUBsiZGixWPNriIqAUlAONvT4E8RWPOyBKaq_zuIsoydDQTUX6_OlpenVUJk5F1-EZBzpRAMcCjCCvQbmLPhjPZJ2con6BDpiiD9DPUgacUZcesE/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p>So, in summary, here’s how my visit went: </p> <p><strong>Day 1-3</strong> I’m so happy to be here and to have this wonderful time with my family!!!</p> <p><strong>Day 4</strong> I’m homesick , thinking about how much I miss everyone. To be honest, I’m feeling a little irritable. Hormones, perhaps? ;) It would be nice if family lived closer, because then visits wouldn’t be so compacted, trying to fit everything into a small window of time. It can get to be a bit much, sometimes. </p> <p><strong>Day 5</strong> There is the risk of going stir crazy in the condo. It’s –32 outside. No one in their right mind is walking the streets!!So, I’m keeping busy with going out with friends I haven’t seen in a while, and coffee time at Second Cup with the sibs. FUN!</p> <p><strong>Day 6</strong> Starting to think about all the things I have to catch up on or do when I get home. Starting to wish the holiday was a bit longer!</p> <p><strong>Day 7</strong> Yay! I’m flying home today. It was fun to be here, but I really want to be home again. Besides, I caught a cold and I’m not feeling great. Easier to be sick at home than at someone else’s house. </p> <p><strong>Day 8</strong> Waking up in my own bed, with a bad cold. But hopefully on the mend soon. </p> <p>Love my parents, love my sibs, love my friends. But.. there’s no place like HOME! </p> netablogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194903760461313150.post-86019196728309923622012-01-20T23:09:00.000-08:002012-01-20T23:09:54.996-08:00The Coldest Night of the Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow, has it been cold this past week!!! I've experienced -32 in Edmonton (and that's without factoring in the windchill!!) But it's hasn't been the coldest night yet..!!<br />
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Officially, for me, the <b>Coldest Night of the Year</b> is going to be February 25th!! How do I know that? Because I'm participating in a 10 km walk along with others of my church family, to raise funds for New Life Mission here in our city that night.<br />
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