<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653</id><updated>2012-02-01T09:20:12.988-05:00</updated><category term='oak trees'/><category term='FLCWC'/><category term='Chasco Fiesta'/><category term='circle of friends'/><category term='wonder worship'/><category term='Hebrew 1:2-3'/><category term='monsta chair'/><category term='how come? animals beauty'/><category term='dumb bunny'/><category term='hanging on'/><category term='old car show'/><category term='beauty and strength'/><category term='Ace Collins'/><category term='doggie classes-part deux'/><category term='Curlew Sandpiper'/><category term='Don Brown'/><category term='drum video'/><category term='ice cream breakfast'/><category term='appearance'/><category term='bind up wounds'/><category term='3 John 11'/><category term='Va trip'/><category term='WIP'/><category term='new creation'/><category term='Ephesians 3:14-19'/><category term='protection'/><category term='opossum recipe'/><category term='hamburger'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='accept others'/><category term='Golgatha'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='golden retriever'/><category term='blahville'/><category term='see grandkids'/><category term='Veterans Day'/><category term='I&apos;m Back'/><category term='wet diapers'/><category term='Canon camera'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='drive-by-Jesus'/><category term='two-fer award winner'/><category term='Creative Moments'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='memorial day'/><category term='palm frond tapestry'/><category term='see clearly'/><category term='tomato mozzarella toast'/><category term='Philippians 3:14'/><category term='Fighting Fear: Winning the War at Home'/><category term='Life'/><category term='MITC'/><category term='joylicious'/><category term='Sticks and Stones'/><category term='Valarie'/><category term='arrows'/><category term='Proverbs 16:9'/><category term='darkness'/><category term='I&apos;m Outnumbered'/><category term='dirty heart'/><category term='Psalms 36:9'/><category term='Acts 20:35'/><category term='defense'/><category term='meditate on bad day'/><category term='Psalms 103:13'/><category term='big bird'/><category term='you tube'/><category term='heels'/><category term='painting'/><category term='gardenias'/><category term='van'/><category term='Psalms 137:2'/><category term='love one another'/><category term='1 Samuel 30:12'/><category term='The five word game'/><category term='children-grandchildren'/><category term='James 1:19-21'/><category term='Genesis 1:24-25'/><category term='Caden'/><category term='Life in Defiance'/><category term='yell'/><category term='Florida Christian Writers Conference'/><category term='Clearwater Marine Aquarium'/><category term='airplane'/><category term='Odor'/><category term='Outnumbered Mom'/><category term='Marla Alupoaicei'/><category term='instruction'/><category term='courage'/><category term='$2 dollar meals/ stewardship'/><category term='military'/><category term='Cheetah and dog'/><category term='Amy Clipston'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Psalms 51:7'/><category term='guessing'/><category term='windshield wipers'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='witness'/><category term='Matthew1:21'/><category term='burdens'/><category term='Jesus&apos; 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1 Corinthians 2:5</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1945020252700006201</id><published>2012-01-31T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:08:25.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 47:1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prickers'/><title type='text'>Prickers or Pretty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yk_3_nroS7w/TydExSvlDvI/AAAAAAAACPs/mz2-1bVN2gk/s1600/IMG_1838-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yk_3_nroS7w/TydExSvlDvI/AAAAAAAACPs/mz2-1bVN2gk/s400/IMG_1838-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This lovely tree has been here a while as you can tell by the thickness of it's limbs. And it has lovely new pink flowers blooming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hubbie and I went to the contemporary service at church last weekend. I love the contemporary songs with the band as much as I love the traditional songs. (Our church has both types of services.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course at my age, uh hem not saying I'm&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; old, I bend my knees or sway a bit and clap my hands to the music. Out of the corner of my eye a few rows down to my right, I noticed a "distraction." I bent over to look. You know of course, one must be discreet when staring to appear not to stare in church. After several attempts to sway in between peoples heads, I saw her. A mid-aged adult jumping, clapping and beating air drums to the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bf7X_GrmyA/TydFh4Igf5I/AAAAAAAACP4/kvO-5A9mLQY/s1600/IMG_1839-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bf7X_GrmyA/TydFh4Igf5I/AAAAAAAACP4/kvO-5A9mLQY/s400/IMG_1839-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Huruumph. My "spiritualness" just pricked right out. Yes, "pricker" is a word that is a cross between a prick and sticker, which means both. She distracted me from my worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the Lord's Spirit sent a pricker into my spiritual attitude. He spoke to my soul, "With whom do you suppose, I am most pleased?" Ouuuch, Lord! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt4vksdN5JU/TydFp2iQUlI/AAAAAAAACQE/DcXeGI3_tF8/s1600/IMG_1840-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt4vksdN5JU/TydFp2iQUlI/AAAAAAAACQE/DcXeGI3_tF8/s400/IMG_1840-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Applause, everyone. Bravo, bravissimo! Shout God-song at the top of your lungs."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 47:1 (MS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Father, may this old pricker help support and encourage young growth, as we all lift our hearts up in praise to You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS-Does anyone know the name of this tree? (It was at Busch Gardens.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1945020252700006201?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1945020252700006201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1945020252700006201&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1945020252700006201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1945020252700006201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2012/01/prickers-or-pretty.html' title='Prickers or Pretty?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yk_3_nroS7w/TydExSvlDvI/AAAAAAAACPs/mz2-1bVN2gk/s72-c/IMG_1838-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-198651633670710394</id><published>2012-01-24T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:39:31.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom and food containers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acts 20:35'/><title type='text'>Blessings and Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4NlTbHaxfM/Tx82nZO44MI/AAAAAAAACPQ/17IbFZBT1lE/s1600/IMG_1947-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4NlTbHaxfM/Tx82nZO44MI/AAAAAAAACPQ/17IbFZBT1lE/s400/IMG_1947-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the sunset of life some things are not clearly seen or understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My Mom has&amp;nbsp;ongoing memory problems. Both she and Dad eat frequently at our house. I try to prepare enough food to send some home with them. Sooo, I buy the inexpensive containers so they don't have to worry about returning them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oGMrvuAxS4/Tx85TOulCVI/AAAAAAAACPg/w3uZc5n8UEo/s1600/P1010395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oGMrvuAxS4/Tx85TOulCVI/AAAAAAAACPg/w3uZc5n8UEo/s400/P1010395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Dad holds a Sunday church service in their mobile home park, and many wonderful folk bring over food for them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other night they came over and Mom brought a bagful of food containers that had my name on them. "Here, these are all yours," she said. I opened the bag and saw unfamiliar containers with a post-it notes written&amp;nbsp;in Mom's handwriting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, these are not mine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, they are. See your name is on each one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Mom, you wrote my name on them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, I told you they were yours. If you don't want them, just do whatever you want with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's hard, but this gave me the giggles. I removed the sticky notes with my name and gave them back to Dad after supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said; 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.&lt;/em&gt;'" Acts 20:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I continue to send home extras in containers? Yep. Will the Lord&amp;nbsp;notice when we serve others? Yep. Therein is the blessing. May I remember this verse in difficult times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-198651633670710394?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/198651633670710394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=198651633670710394&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/198651633670710394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/198651633670710394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2012/01/blessings-and-work.html' title='Blessings and Work'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4NlTbHaxfM/Tx82nZO44MI/AAAAAAAACPQ/17IbFZBT1lE/s72-c/IMG_1947-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5932688419782479705</id><published>2012-01-18T11:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:12:25.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheetah and dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do for others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 John 3:17-18'/><title type='text'>The Odd Couple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fb_ALlUA_4/Txb82Z8-TnI/AAAAAAAACN0/-TuTmV89D4Y/s1600/IMG_2045-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fb_ALlUA_4/Txb82Z8-TnI/AAAAAAAACN0/-TuTmV89D4Y/s320/IMG_2045-3.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;During one of our visits to Busch Gardens we caught the Cheetah exhibition. Here are two unlikely friends. Both are youngsters. Cheetahs like family groups and this one, for some reason, found himself alone. When Busch took him in with the other cheetahs, they knew they needed a go between. And wouldn't you know, they rescued this dog.They play and eat and live together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;The handlers brought out a stick with feathers on it for the cheetah to play, but the dog kept grabbing it instead. In fact cheetah didn't seem a bit interested.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ0Y0mUPS2g/Txb8_RV5ydI/AAAAAAAACN8/tPNgRRI14OY/s1600/IMG_2046-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ0Y0mUPS2g/Txb8_RV5ydI/AAAAAAAACN8/tPNgRRI14OY/s320/IMG_2046-2.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So a ball was thrown out for them to chase. Boy, could that little one run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rfeg2DGTOc/Txb9FEWvr_I/AAAAAAAACOE/QeLnMAIUFng/s1600/IMG_2050-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rfeg2DGTOc/Txb9FEWvr_I/AAAAAAAACOE/QeLnMAIUFng/s320/IMG_2050-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;But in the end, it was just companionship that&amp;nbsp;they wanted. Acceptance and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you see some brother or sister in need and have the means to do something about it but turn a cold shoulder and do nothing, what happens to God's love? It disappears. And you made it disappear. My dear children, let's not just talk about love; let's practice real love."&lt;/em&gt; 1 John 3:17-18 (MS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;This year Father, may I "see" and then "do" for others as You have blessed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5932688419782479705?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5932688419782479705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5932688419782479705&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5932688419782479705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5932688419782479705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2012/01/odd-couple.html' title='The Odd Couple?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fb_ALlUA_4/Txb82Z8-TnI/AAAAAAAACN0/-TuTmV89D4Y/s72-c/IMG_2045-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6724270481851824594</id><published>2012-01-10T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:07:21.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ephesians 5:8'/><title type='text'>Watchers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpnSxwJTFw/Twypa9w1NOI/AAAAAAAACNU/8up027caXXI/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpnSxwJTFw/Twypa9w1NOI/AAAAAAAACNU/8up027caXXI/s400/IMG_1998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ever feel like some one is behind you, watching? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyswDQw0jcM/TwypnK7TGDI/AAAAAAAACNg/GJQ9Pszyy7Q/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyswDQw0jcM/TwypnK7TGDI/AAAAAAAACNg/GJQ9Pszyy7Q/s400/IMG_1876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or&amp;nbsp;really looking over your shoulder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cR1OS3NjE50/Twyr9C3XozI/AAAAAAAACNs/jGkl5D70j98/s1600/IMG_2057-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cR1OS3NjE50/Twyr9C3XozI/AAAAAAAACNs/jGkl5D70j98/s400/IMG_2057-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or even from afar, just get that feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it happens all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other day, I was the watcher. I was stopped at a red light and a nice truck with a fancy trailer hauling all the top-of-the-line landscaping equipment pulled up next to me. His logo read, "No Short Cuts Landscaping." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Clever, I thought, until he threw his truck in park, (I only noticed because it came to a jerky stop) and saw him&amp;nbsp;hurry to the back. He quickly grabbed a portable gas can (the kind used to fill your mower) and ran to fill up his truck before the light turned green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No short cuts, huh? I'm sure he&amp;nbsp;knew we were&amp;nbsp;all watching. I didn't think too highly of his logo, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Walk as children of the light&lt;/em&gt;." Ephesians 5:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ooops, may I live what I say I am. You never know when others are watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6724270481851824594?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6724270481851824594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6724270481851824594&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6724270481851824594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6724270481851824594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2012/01/watchers.html' title='Watchers'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpnSxwJTFw/Twypa9w1NOI/AAAAAAAACNU/8up027caXXI/s72-c/IMG_1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5815969302914007082</id><published>2011-12-29T18:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:43:07.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truck stopper-trailer hitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebrew 1:2-3'/><title type='text'>My New Truck Stopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK7YSjIHbwU/Tv0h9GO09vI/AAAAAAAACMg/OrO-D56zeR4/s1600/IMG_2170-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK7YSjIHbwU/Tv0h9GO09vI/AAAAAAAACMg/OrO-D56zeR4/s320/IMG_2170-1.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new truck stopper! Okay, okay, I know it called a hitch cover, but honestly would that have captured your attention as much as "truck stopper?"&amp;nbsp; Makes me think if I unplug the stopper the truck will just leak out, as a deflated balloon. I've enlarged it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXiT13pn9XE/Tv0iZHtwu0I/AAAAAAAACM8/Dk2xRv0ceg4/s1600/IMG_2172-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXiT13pn9XE/Tv0iZHtwu0I/AAAAAAAACM8/Dk2xRv0ceg4/s320/IMG_2172-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a Marine hitch in honor of my son's service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They had ones for sports teams, colleges and such. But I got to thinking. Why can't we make some that can be&amp;nbsp;easily&amp;nbsp;rotated? Trucks with some bling? You know, something that would fit any mood. Say like, holiday ones, pet ones, personal interest ones, chocolate or coffee ones...oh my the list could be endless. Even crystal ones band/music ones, scriptures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well someone come up with something that slides in and out easily&amp;nbsp;but others can't&amp;nbsp;rip off&amp;nbsp;and make millions. Onward to Etsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a&amp;nbsp;photoshop idea for those who like the 70's. Teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqvfYWS4Bic/Tv0ihRJVF2I/AAAAAAAACNI/_L913A-Dci4/s1600/IMG_2172-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqvfYWS4Bic/Tv0ihRJVF2I/AAAAAAAACNI/_L913A-Dci4/s320/IMG_2172-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But of course it's only the outside decoration. Doesn't have anything to do with the ability&amp;nbsp;or the power of the truck. And the truck won't fall apart if I take out the "stopper."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;By his Son, God created the world in the beginning, and it will belong to the Son at the end. This Son perfectly mirrors God, and is stamped with God's nature. He holds everything together by what he says-powerful words!" &lt;/em&gt;Hebrews 1:2-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are so many times&amp;nbsp;You Lord, hold my "stopper" in&amp;nbsp;to keep me from falling apart. Thank you Father that&amp;nbsp;by Your words&amp;nbsp;the world works and will continue until the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5815969302914007082?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5815969302914007082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5815969302914007082&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5815969302914007082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5815969302914007082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-new-truck-stopper.html' title='My New Truck Stopper'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK7YSjIHbwU/Tv0h9GO09vI/AAAAAAAACMg/OrO-D56zeR4/s72-c/IMG_2170-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6583908606792563871</id><published>2011-12-22T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:04:26.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Mob youtube'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas ALL Ya'll</title><content type='html'>Just loved this. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vnt7euRF5Pg?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6583908606792563871?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6583908606792563871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6583908606792563871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6583908606792563871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6583908606792563871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-all-yall.html' title='Merry Christmas ALL Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vnt7euRF5Pg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8157847281614250069</id><published>2011-12-20T17:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:42:19.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 1:76-79'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans 8:22'/><title type='text'>Did Creation Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t83k7yYEUuo/TvEDqiZ8b8I/AAAAAAAACLk/CK4rAXgPveg/s1600/IMG_1375-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t83k7yYEUuo/TvEDqiZ8b8I/AAAAAAAACLk/CK4rAXgPveg/s400/IMG_1375-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Was the sunset more glorious in anticipation&amp;nbsp;knowing that the Creator of the Universe would soon step foot on earth's soil? Could it feel the night's stars aligning for that special time? (Check out this site, &lt;a href="http://bethlehemstar.com/"&gt;Bethlehem Star&lt;/a&gt;, it's fascinating.)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNyLfIJY160/TvED8rEcYSI/AAAAAAAACLw/sTzOJDmJluo/s1600/moonlight-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNyLfIJY160/TvED8rEcYSI/AAAAAAAACLw/sTzOJDmJluo/s400/moonlight-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Did the moon feel out of sorts being outshone by the star? Or did it give preference&amp;nbsp;on this night of eternal consequence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;I believe that creation knew the beginning of man's redemption was nigh. And that one day&amp;nbsp;the earth itself&amp;nbsp;would be redeemed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We know that the whole creation has been groaning&amp;nbsp;as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time."&lt;/em&gt; Romans 8:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"And you, my child (John), 'Prophet of the Hightest.' will go ahead of the Master (Jesus)&amp;nbsp;to prepare his ways, present the offer of salvation to his people, the forgiveness of their sins. Through the heartfelt mercies of our God, God's Sunrise (Jesus)&amp;nbsp;will break in upon us, shining on those in the darkness, those sitting in the shadow of death, then showing us the way, one foot at a time, down the path of peace." &lt;/em&gt;Luke 1:76-79 (Zechariah's prophecy about his son, John the Baptist and Jesus. Parenthesis mine.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;At&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;we celebrate Your birth, may&amp;nbsp;Your&amp;nbsp;light of forgiveness and peace invade our minds, hearts and&amp;nbsp;souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karerevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8157847281614250069?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8157847281614250069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8157847281614250069&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8157847281614250069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8157847281614250069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/12/did-creation-know.html' title='Did Creation Know?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t83k7yYEUuo/TvEDqiZ8b8I/AAAAAAAACLk/CK4rAXgPveg/s72-c/IMG_1375-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4917493594997226138</id><published>2011-12-16T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:10:11.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James 5:8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>What Are We Waiting For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3o4_aVzgWc/TuuukquTPqI/AAAAAAAACLU/aAWyj-pxBpI/s1600/IMG_2022-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3o4_aVzgWc/TuuukquTPqI/AAAAAAAACLU/aAWyj-pxBpI/s400/IMG_2022-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My grandkids are waiting on their parents. We've spent the day a Busch Gardens, doing all kinds of fun kid stuff. And now they have to wait. From this picture you'd think they were just miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is also hard around Christmas. (For adults too.)&amp;nbsp;The waiting. One of my children, I found out later, would sneak and open the presents under the tree to see what they were and then rewrap them. That stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now before I get too hard on the kids wanting everything right now...ah hummm...we all have that problem at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You too be patient; strengthen your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand."&lt;/em&gt; James 5:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that's why there are so many verses telling us to wait, trust, and hope. He knows we never really grow out of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and I can't wait until Christmas, can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4917493594997226138?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4917493594997226138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4917493594997226138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4917493594997226138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4917493594997226138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-are-we-waiting-for.html' title='What Are We Waiting For?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3o4_aVzgWc/TuuukquTPqI/AAAAAAAACLU/aAWyj-pxBpI/s72-c/IMG_2022-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2434018311461785700</id><published>2011-12-06T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:33:19.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roller coaster thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>A Thanksgiving of Roller Coaster Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYltK3RYms/Tt6RnnObdHI/AAAAAAAACLA/cnH8yA6SPdI/s1600/IMG_1028-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYltK3RYms/Tt6RnnObdHI/AAAAAAAACLA/cnH8yA6SPdI/s400/IMG_1028-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;November was a wild ride for my hubbie and me. My '95 van was due for retirement so we bought a new '07 truck. So much fun. And even "fun-ner" when all my kids and grand kids were here for Thanksgiving. (My son and family were able to&amp;nbsp;come down from VA.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WdR6w2SOUA/Tt6SuN4u3gI/AAAAAAAACLI/vwEyKBK8XJE/s1600/IMG_1971-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WdR6w2SOUA/Tt6SuN4u3gI/AAAAAAAACLI/vwEyKBK8XJE/s400/IMG_1971-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ha! See what a big "honkin'" truck can do! I love it. Okay, it's not that big, but I do need the little help from the handle on the side of the door to get in. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had my parents here, too; so the house was full of love and joy. Now that's Christmas enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then the day after the kids arrived, my hubbie was in an accident and totaled his car! I praise the Lord he wasn't hurt-sore and achy, but not hurt. Now he needed a new vehicle. This sudden drop was unexpected. But the Lord held us tight in&amp;nbsp;His coaster and&amp;nbsp;now&amp;nbsp;he has his new car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not what we planned for Christmas. But here's the thrill; hubbie wasn't hurt, insurance will cover, kids were here to soften the blow, we had a great time&amp;nbsp;with love all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I&amp;nbsp;guess that roller coaster ride turned out okay after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Therefore, since we receive a kingdom which cannot be shaken, let us show gratitude by which we may offer to God an acceptable service with reverence and awe."&lt;/em&gt; Hebrews 12:28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Father I'm&amp;nbsp;in awe&amp;nbsp;for all You did, may my service&amp;nbsp;show the extent of my gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ps-I'll be by soon to visit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2434018311461785700?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2434018311461785700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2434018311461785700&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2434018311461785700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2434018311461785700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-of-roller-coaster-feelings.html' title='A Thanksgiving of Roller Coaster Feelings'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYltK3RYms/Tt6RnnObdHI/AAAAAAAACLA/cnH8yA6SPdI/s72-c/IMG_1028-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1084268714549382859</id><published>2011-11-18T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:52:28.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Thessalonians 3:16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hanging with Kinfolk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWaEqQXMqEA/TsbBHK_2r2I/AAAAAAAACKo/LGKPsHNlRVA/s1600/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWaEqQXMqEA/TsbBHK_2r2I/AAAAAAAACKo/LGKPsHNlRVA/s400/IMG_1048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;I have wonderful news, my grandkids, oh and my son and his wife are coming to visit this weekend through Thanksgiving!! We only get to see them about twice a year. And my daughter and her hubbie will be here, too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry, I haven't visited as often this week and may not next week. But ya'll understand, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqPfOXuH9z8/TsbC9LIVp3I/AAAAAAAACKw/10j25W8QrAw/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqPfOXuH9z8/TsbC9LIVp3I/AAAAAAAACKw/10j25W8QrAw/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ah,&amp;nbsp;the unposed pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now may the Lord of peace Himself continually grant you peace in every circumstance. The Lord be with you all!" &lt;/em&gt;2 Thessalonians 3:16 (did you know Paul was southern? see that proves it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Will "talk" soon and I'm sure I'll have plenty of pics. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1084268714549382859?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1084268714549382859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1084268714549382859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1084268714549382859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1084268714549382859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanging-with-kinfolk.html' title='Hanging with Kinfolk'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWaEqQXMqEA/TsbBHK_2r2I/AAAAAAAACKo/LGKPsHNlRVA/s72-c/IMG_1048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2837773581169123849</id><published>2011-11-12T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:16:15.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busch Gardens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 61:1-4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird in hair'/><title type='text'>Dad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NpF9PXTX28/Tr5kb0YYPKI/AAAAAAAACJA/hbPK4fidJ-o/s1600/IMG_1810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NpF9PXTX28/Tr5kb0YYPKI/AAAAAAAACJA/hbPK4fidJ-o/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gorgeous bird is in the Lory area at Busch Gardens. You can walk in, buy food and feed the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ_HoxA-lx8/Tr5oFlZVjnI/AAAAAAAACJc/QtAbx4PrFcc/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ_HoxA-lx8/Tr5oFlZVjnI/AAAAAAAACJc/QtAbx4PrFcc/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A dad next to us gave his daughter two cups, one for each hand. These birds landed first, then&amp;nbsp;two more&amp;nbsp;landed on her other hand. She started squealing, then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0P7Cbjs8PwU/Tr5kYdAEeZI/AAAAAAAACI8/1BctnA1J6B8/s1600/IMG_1812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0P7Cbjs8PwU/Tr5kYdAEeZI/AAAAAAAACI8/1BctnA1J6B8/s400/IMG_1812.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One landed on her head and started picking at her hair. Now scared, she called out to her Dad. His response, "It's okay honey, I'm video taping it." The bird started picking out strands of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The park attendant came up and said, "Oh, he likes you! Must be nesting!" and walked away. Yes, another male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What is it? She was ready to bolt, but was listening to her Dad. He finally rescued her...sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When life starts pecking all sides and then dumps down on your head, what do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God, listen to me shout, bend an ear to my prayer. When I'm far from anywhere, down to my last gasp, I call out, 'Guide me up High Rock Mountain!' You've always given me breathing room, a place to get away from it all. A lifetime to pass to your safe-house, and open invitation as your guest."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 61:1-4 (MS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We can call to our Heavenly Father, who not only is watching, but will rescue us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;photos:karenrevans﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2837773581169123849?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2837773581169123849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2837773581169123849&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2837773581169123849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2837773581169123849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/11/dad.html' title='Dad!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NpF9PXTX28/Tr5kb0YYPKI/AAAAAAAACJA/hbPK4fidJ-o/s72-c/IMG_1810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7265550343646937484</id><published>2011-11-06T08:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:04:00.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans 8:32'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighting Fear: Winning the War at Home'/><title type='text'>Fighting Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jNOa0v6eGxc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book trailer&amp;nbsp;for&lt;em&gt; Fighting Fear: Winning the War at Home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see the whole picture, here's the link&amp;nbsp; .&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/jNOa0v6eGxc"&gt;http://youtu.be/jNOa0v6eGxc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back Cover Copy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;Saying  goodbye to a loved one leaving for war is a gut-wrenching proposition. But for  those left behind, &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; deployment marks the beginning of &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;  battle. And yet, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;possible to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;find God’s  peace in the midst of fear and conquer the terror that lurks in the darkness of  doubt.  In &lt;i&gt;Fighting Fear: Winning the War at Home&lt;/i&gt;, parents,  spouses and siblings recount their personal journey as God goes before His  people during times of spiritual, physical and military warfare.   Learn the secret to living a peace-filled life when a loved one leaves  for battle. Fight fear; win the war at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book&amp;nbsp;is a compilation of stories, of which two of mine were selected. Whoo Hoo. The book is out just in time for Veteran's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a data-bn-options="{url:'http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/imageviewer.asp?ean=9780983319672&amp;amp;imId=',name:'ThumbnailImage',width:'720',height:'900',scrollbars:'yes'}" data-bn-role="ui:popup" data-bntrack="primaryimage" href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fighting-fear-edie-melson/1107004127" itemprop="url" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" xmlns:exslt="http://exslt.org/common" xmlns:func="http://exslt.org/functions"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fighting Fear: Winning the War at Home When Your Soldier Leaves for Battle by Edie Melson: Book Cover" height="296" itemprop="photo" src="http://img2.imagesbn.com/images/141090000/141093406.JPG" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for sale at &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fighting-fear-edie-melson/1107004127"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fighting-Fear-Winning-Soldier-Leaves/dp/0983319677/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1320523886&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya'll will take a look. And don't forget to thank a veteran this week. It really means a lot to them. After all, they willingly fight for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He who did not spare His won Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things?"&lt;/em&gt; Romans 8:32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus won the battle for us, willingly and therefore we are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7265550343646937484?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7265550343646937484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7265550343646937484&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7265550343646937484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7265550343646937484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/11/fighting-fear.html' title='Fighting Fear'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jNOa0v6eGxc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-591899571404467516</id><published>2011-11-02T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:33:47.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 John 1:3-4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spot meter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9'/><title type='text'>Spot Metering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NU9MFFrg4lo/TrFEmmRydLI/AAAAAAAACHw/vSpMj56KG8E/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NU9MFFrg4lo/TrFEmmRydLI/AAAAAAAACHw/vSpMj56KG8E/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sponges at Tarpon Springs, FL&amp;nbsp;hang to dry out on this boat. (I am still playing with the functions on my camera. Metering is a fancy word for measuring the light that will be in your picture. Hey, took me a while to figure that out, even with help.) It was a cloudy day so I focused my camera (using the * button) on the&amp;nbsp;lightness of these long sponges.&amp;nbsp; Too much light, wrong spot to focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mygoaG1Y3eA/TrFEwVP9e0I/AAAAAAAACH0/r6fenLp8_LM/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mygoaG1Y3eA/TrFEwVP9e0I/AAAAAAAACH0/r6fenLp8_LM/s400/IMG_1740.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I focused on the darker sponges and&amp;nbsp;it made&amp;nbsp;a better colored&amp;nbsp;picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard a conversation where two were discussing the Bible. One said it was a book that you could either take as a history of people, or like some do, a religious thing. That person also said that it's a fun thing to study for learning cultures of people. The second one responded, I like to read it, but it's so confusing. This reply sounded so&amp;nbsp;disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is&amp;nbsp;the Bible&amp;nbsp;just a book&amp;nbsp;no matter&amp;nbsp;how you&amp;nbsp;"spot" it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything was created through him;&lt;/em&gt; (Jesus) &lt;em&gt;nothing-not one thing!-came into being without him. What came into existence was Life, and the Life was Light to live by. The Life-Light is the real thing; every person entering Life he bring into Light."&lt;/em&gt; John 1:3-4, 9 (MS) parenthesis mine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, when&amp;nbsp;my life is spot metered through the Lord,&amp;nbsp;His light will shine even&amp;nbsp;in darkness. Meter my&amp;nbsp;days on You, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-591899571404467516?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/591899571404467516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=591899571404467516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/591899571404467516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/591899571404467516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/11/spot-metering.html' title='Spot Metering'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NU9MFFrg4lo/TrFEmmRydLI/AAAAAAAACHw/vSpMj56KG8E/s72-c/IMG_1739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6725722404111052612</id><published>2011-10-27T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:38:01.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey Westfall and horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms104: 24'/><title type='text'>Stacy Westfall and Horse Waltz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59c8f3a4b588dd31" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59c8f3a4b588dd31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332286%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D590911F43183D516F1682584F005BC52A4AF3464.8307BC6670E00DBE85F9830908F57399EAA3157C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59c8f3a4b588dd31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddy915iz4BlqUjK_2nccqFlmkC58&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59c8f3a4b588dd31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332286%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D590911F43183D516F1682584F005BC52A4AF3464.8307BC6670E00DBE85F9830908F57399EAA3157C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59c8f3a4b588dd31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddy915iz4BlqUjK_2nccqFlmkC58&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Stacey Westfall. She is not able to speak or hear, but her gift with horses is nothing short of amazing. Her father died shortly before this competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those girl-horse-lovers, so when I saw this, I just had to share. An animal and human waltz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;O Lord, how many are Thy works! In wisdom Thou has made them all; the earth is full of Thy possessions. They all wait for Thee."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 104:24, 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Stacey and this horse are a beautiful witness in their performance, may I be just as sensitive to Your&amp;nbsp;instruction in my life. Waltz with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6725722404111052612?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6725722404111052612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6725722404111052612&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6725722404111052612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6725722404111052612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-stacey-westfall.html' title='Stacy Westfall and Horse Waltz'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8431470405808822983</id><published>2011-10-22T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:50:40.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1/3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 32:8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space in front of face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera lessons'/><title type='text'>Two More Lessons, To Use With Any Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fE7ta1LlxaE/TqMgh_171GI/AAAAAAAACHA/5qvTPPLOb7s/s1600/IMG_1720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fE7ta1LlxaE/TqMgh_171GI/AAAAAAAACHA/5qvTPPLOb7s/s400/IMG_1720.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another lesson (see previous&amp;nbsp;post)&amp;nbsp;to use with a variety of subjects is the&amp;nbsp; "1/3 rule." My teacher, Dawn at &lt;a href="http://www.lakeshorecamera.com/phototraining.html"&gt;Lake Shore Camera,&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;asked me to take pictures&amp;nbsp;thinking of&amp;nbsp;thirds. Uh hem, hence the sky, water AND the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAd9tNSXrA4/TqMg03bR5mI/AAAAAAAACHE/DjS_PfQpPWs/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAd9tNSXrA4/TqMg03bR5mI/AAAAAAAACHE/DjS_PfQpPWs/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This one is also in thirds. Can you see it? (Well, the computer program at the store had little dotted lines going across each picture to verify and make you feel either good or bad.) Now before you think I'm all smart, I cropped this photo. I had the bird in the &lt;em&gt;middle&lt;/em&gt; of the picture. Now&amp;nbsp;Mr. Seagull&amp;nbsp;is near the right third and the post is a third.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second Dawn rule is; "Space in front of the face." In other words, whichever way the "face" is looking add more space so the eye continues on.&amp;nbsp;It works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My next&amp;nbsp;lesson includes using&amp;nbsp;the meter function. Gulp. That's the light/brightness control.&amp;nbsp;Boy this camera is smart. When I grow up I want to know how to use all the functions. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I will instruct you and teach you in the way which you should go; I will counsel you with My eye upon you."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 32:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lord, keep "space in front of my face" to see You in all things. Don't let things crowd my vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;photos:karenrevans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8431470405808822983?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8431470405808822983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8431470405808822983&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8431470405808822983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8431470405808822983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-more-lessons-to-use-with-any-camera.html' title='Two More Lessons, To Use With Any Camera'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fE7ta1LlxaE/TqMgh_171GI/AAAAAAAACHA/5qvTPPLOb7s/s72-c/IMG_1720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7525483837189217112</id><published>2011-10-17T16:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:18:26.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebel T2i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 17:18'/><title type='text'>I'm a Rebel T2i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5oPwqaAZvY/TpyNdVKdWhI/AAAAAAAACGs/slQ4bMC0fm4/s1600/IMG_1667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5oPwqaAZvY/TpyNdVKdWhI/AAAAAAAACGs/slQ4bMC0fm4/s400/IMG_1667.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, that's the name of my camera. I love it! The pictures I've taken before today&amp;nbsp;were on the Automatic side ONLY. Even reading the book I couldn't understand it. (No wise-cracks here, ok?) So I went to a local camera shop for a bit of one-on-one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, my camera is too smart for me. Whew. I took one lesson. She helped me reset the camera, gave me a few pointers and homework. My teacher knew when my eyes glazed, it was time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first assignment was to use the single spot focus (AF),&amp;nbsp;to focus on only one thing and move the camera to widen the view and it keeps the focused spot clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkFXnznEl5k/TpyNGznObeI/AAAAAAAACGo/GmR5FvwAtu8/s1600/IMG_1666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkFXnznEl5k/TpyNGznObeI/AAAAAAAACGo/GmR5FvwAtu8/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see the trees stand out, and the water is unfocused. This smarty-pants camera has a bunch of other focus-hocus pocus I've yet to learn. But I'm learning. (I might share more if I get good grades.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the same way that you gave me a mission in the world, I give them a mission in the world."&lt;/em&gt; John 17:18 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single focus is great for cameras, but may I not get so single-minded I don't notice the big picture around me. Jesus widen my lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos:karenrevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7525483837189217112?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7525483837189217112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7525483837189217112&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7525483837189217112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7525483837189217112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-rebel-t2i.html' title='I&apos;m a Rebel T2i'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5oPwqaAZvY/TpyNdVKdWhI/AAAAAAAACGs/slQ4bMC0fm4/s72-c/IMG_1667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4772494340964135005</id><published>2011-10-13T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:45:23.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 137:2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grateful heart day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david and family'/><title type='text'>Grateful Heart Shoutin' Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a loud shout out to my son, David.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2KErQZ5MsI/TeAPaXpaPYI/AAAAAAAABv4/uJk6QMle874/s1600/IMG_0845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2KErQZ5MsI/TeAPaXpaPYI/AAAAAAAABv4/uJk6QMle874/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not only is he a magna cum laude culinary graduate, with his own &lt;a href="http://dieselseasonings.com/index.html"&gt;Deisel Seasonings,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LD84wHlQAVQ/TUgJfoakOzI/AAAAAAAABFw/zmYNbEmxLGM/s1600/history1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LD84wHlQAVQ/TUgJfoakOzI/AAAAAAAABFw/zmYNbEmxLGM/s320/history1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he plays in a Christian rock band called &lt;a href="http://www.truthresidual.com/"&gt;Truth Residual&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpiMz0TGorU/TNRp03U_atI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TB-F7YYYVXI/s1600/P1010468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpiMz0TGorU/TNRp03U_atI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TB-F7YYYVXI/s320/P1010468.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and he designed my new website, &lt;a href="http://karenrevans.com/index.html"&gt;karen r evans&lt;/a&gt;, with his design &lt;a href="http://www.davidevansdesign.com/"&gt;"DED"&lt;/a&gt; , but most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQI005Gi67c/ThB7dJI8ozI/AAAAAAAAB4M/soLPn8ZexDI/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQI005Gi67c/ThB7dJI8ozI/AAAAAAAAB4M/soLPn8ZexDI/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love him, Melissa&amp;nbsp;my daughter-in-love, and my two wonderful grand kids. (and yes he served our country in the Marines.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a "thank-you" post for all he's done. I just have a grateful heart today for him and his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luv you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say, check out his sites, if you haven't and my new website. I think it's great. AND I'm &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;prejudiced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Behold, children are a gift of the Lord&lt;/em&gt;." Psalms 137:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a girl can brag on her kids a bit, right? Just wait until I get to my daughter! :)&lt;br /&gt;Give a hug to your kids today for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Grateful Heart&lt;/span&gt; day. (I just made that up.) Pass it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4772494340964135005?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4772494340964135005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4772494340964135005&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4772494340964135005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4772494340964135005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/10/grateful-heart-shoutin-out.html' title='Grateful Heart Shoutin&apos; Out!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2KErQZ5MsI/TeAPaXpaPYI/AAAAAAAABv4/uJk6QMle874/s72-c/IMG_0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7756133001841075121</id><published>2011-10-09T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T08:26:07.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead grass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pslams 119:57'/><title type='text'>Dead Grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w3Pt7QyDGkg/TpGKfOoXHVI/AAAAAAAACGE/g1L31rFRDI0/s1600/IMG_1454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w3Pt7QyDGkg/TpGKfOoXHVI/AAAAAAAACGE/g1L31rFRDI0/s400/IMG_1454.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lots of rain and wind hit our beaches the other day. Pushed all this dead&amp;nbsp;sea grass and trash on the beach. These birds didn't have the clean nice beach to gather their food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln4hhy316nQ/TpGKukw0YJI/AAAAAAAACGI/B6JJiT4UNPo/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln4hhy316nQ/TpGKukw0YJI/AAAAAAAACGI/B6JJiT4UNPo/s400/IMG_1457.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they found food amidst the trash and you know what, I didn't hear a&amp;nbsp;single complaint. Oh, all right, those sea gulls squawk all the time, but it wasn't about the mess on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Lord is my portion."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 119:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my life becomes a mess of dead grass, either by my doing or circumstances, I usually complain. May I remember&amp;nbsp;the birds who continue doing what they know&amp;nbsp;to do without complaint. For the Lord provides a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7756133001841075121?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7756133001841075121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7756133001841075121&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7756133001841075121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7756133001841075121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/10/dead-grass.html' title='Dead Grass'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w3Pt7QyDGkg/TpGKfOoXHVI/AAAAAAAACGE/g1L31rFRDI0/s72-c/IMG_1454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3080655530422657650</id><published>2011-10-04T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:28:28.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talyor&apos;s 2-year party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 103:13'/><title type='text'>What's a Girl to Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEz-Qf2rFzQ/TohZbfo9f5I/AAAAAAAACFA/ORVbO4ifm9k/s1600/IMG_1630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEz-Qf2rFzQ/TohZbfo9f5I/AAAAAAAACFA/ORVbO4ifm9k/s400/IMG_1630.JPG" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's your party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ijX64Yg9ro/TohZoO2zkII/AAAAAAAACFE/IgOl72LqbOc/s1600/IMG_1597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ijX64Yg9ro/TohZoO2zkII/AAAAAAAACFE/IgOl72LqbOc/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've eaten a good lunch. So.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBiEKvlKE1k/TohaiRQ9awI/AAAAAAAACFM/Us4863yQKZY/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBiEKvlKE1k/TohaiRQ9awI/AAAAAAAACFM/Us4863yQKZY/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can have your Sesame Street birthday cupcakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2-H6RbnitQ/TohaKylLz5I/AAAAAAAACFI/wG_dXemsu3Q/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2-H6RbnitQ/TohaKylLz5I/AAAAAAAACFI/wG_dXemsu3Q/s400/IMG_1613.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've feed the cows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BspliaJRBBQ/TohYx54sHcI/AAAAAAAACE0/xaDKK0g7zS8/s1600/IMG_1588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BspliaJRBBQ/TohYx54sHcI/AAAAAAAACE0/xaDKK0g7zS8/s400/IMG_1588.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rode the train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vh4u79UfXd8/TouEeQcgTqI/AAAAAAAACFk/kERKalUZ1wY/s1600/IMG_1567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vh4u79UfXd8/TouEeQcgTqI/AAAAAAAACFk/kERKalUZ1wY/s400/IMG_1567.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Opened your presents and are just down-right tuckered out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRw7HYu2Gq4/TohY9f4vF3I/AAAAAAAACFo/WMmyGCIXIgg/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRw7HYu2Gq4/TohY9f4vF3I/AAAAAAAACFo/WMmyGCIXIgg/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When even the good things get to you, what do&amp;nbsp;you do? Go to Mom or Dad, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As parents feel for their children, God feels for those who fear him&lt;/em&gt;." Psalms 103:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In good times and in bad, what joy to know God feels and cares for us like loving parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans taken at Taylor's 2-year-old party.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3080655530422657650?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3080655530422657650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3080655530422657650&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3080655530422657650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3080655530422657650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-girl-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a Girl to Do?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEz-Qf2rFzQ/TohZbfo9f5I/AAAAAAAACFA/ORVbO4ifm9k/s72-c/IMG_1630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1172005378293028832</id><published>2011-09-27T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:53:34.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 34:8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphins'/><title type='text'>Swimmingly Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z6_nzhEJCk/ToHwAx0m0_I/AAAAAAAACD0/jhoO-XHwv8M/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z6_nzhEJCk/ToHwAx0m0_I/AAAAAAAACD0/jhoO-XHwv8M/s400/001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Year 2005. One of my favorite animal memories. Hubby and I were in the Bahamas and were able to swim, and I mean swim with the dolphins at the Blue Lagoon! I grinned like&amp;nbsp;the Cheshire cat the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced with them, kissed them, and no they don't taste fishy-just watery. :) Rubbed their bellies and back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dB8zEhpF6U/ToHwJvPS6gI/AAAAAAAACD8/xGkehMluO-c/s1600/Image+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dB8zEhpF6U/ToHwJvPS6gI/AAAAAAAACD8/xGkehMluO-c/s400/Image+%25287%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See all our smiles? It was splashes of fun, which of course the dolphin did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The most amazing part, which you HAVE to take my word for, was when we floated on our stomachs with legs locked&amp;nbsp;straight and feet flexed. Then&amp;nbsp;two dolphins swam up behind us and pushed us up out of the water with their noses on our feet, just&amp;nbsp;like Sea World stuff! No&amp;nbsp;sadly,&amp;nbsp;I don't have a picture as they only&amp;nbsp;took videos.&amp;nbsp;(But hey, come over and I'll show you.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just the most unbelievable experience. I can't explain it in words. You just have to try it yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLjRJO3xuvs/ToHwGeAdwSI/AAAAAAAACD4/jyqlqzaMwDU/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLjRJO3xuvs/ToHwGeAdwSI/AAAAAAAACD4/jyqlqzaMwDU/s400/scan0001.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we ended with this finale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wonderful, wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see-how good God is. Blessed are you who run to him." &lt;/em&gt;Psalms 34:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This I know is true. Trust me, or rather Him. Wonderful, wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Photos:by Dolphin Encounters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1172005378293028832?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1172005378293028832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1172005378293028832&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1172005378293028832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1172005378293028832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/09/swimmingly-awesome.html' title='Swimmingly Awesome!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z6_nzhEJCk/ToHwAx0m0_I/AAAAAAAACD0/jhoO-XHwv8M/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3700515522464736510</id><published>2011-09-25T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T10:03:45.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms143:8'/><title type='text'>Walk on the Wild Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-lBy2mcIow/Tn8oUT1XswI/AAAAAAAACDU/_gGr7n0zUvw/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-lBy2mcIow/Tn8oUT1XswI/AAAAAAAACDU/_gGr7n0zUvw/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Welcome to a walk in &lt;a href="http://www.ci.tarpon-springs.fl.us/tourism/anderson.htm"&gt;Anderson Park&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at Tarpon Lake. (Check out that site&amp;nbsp;to see&amp;nbsp;the wonderful park.) On the boardwalk over the shallows we spotted several gators. They are cool from this distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Walking on&amp;nbsp;to a spot next to a picnic table area, we came across this little fella. This was right on the water. I could have walked right out and petted him. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeXV95uzQvE/Tn8oc3aJyVI/AAAAAAAACDY/9mdehV3WhdI/s1600/IMG_1534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeXV95uzQvE/Tn8oc3aJyVI/AAAAAAAACDY/9mdehV3WhdI/s400/IMG_1534.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;He was kind'a cute and&amp;nbsp;he didn't appear&amp;nbsp;afraid until I got a bit closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvvfD35JQfI/Tn8olTlk47I/AAAAAAAACDc/e5mvX4c_Bqo/s1600/IMG_1535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvvfD35JQfI/Tn8olTlk47I/AAAAAAAACDc/e5mvX4c_Bqo/s400/IMG_1535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then he swam away. I was&amp;nbsp;a bit sad as I wanted a few more&amp;nbsp;pictures.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then it suddenly occurred to me that if these were little ones, where was the big ones?? So I&amp;nbsp;said, "Feet,&amp;nbsp;you better&amp;nbsp;get me&amp;nbsp;out of here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you, show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life." &lt;/em&gt;Psalms 143:8 (TNIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I don't have the sense to see the danger, please turn me around and shove me in the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, look at my new website! My son David created&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://karenrevans.com/index.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just love it. Every time you click on another tab or refresh a new picture appears. Cool, huh? Wait 'till he starts on my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3700515522464736510?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3700515522464736510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3700515522464736510&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3700515522464736510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3700515522464736510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/09/walk-on-wild-side.html' title='Walk on the Wild Side'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-lBy2mcIow/Tn8oUT1XswI/AAAAAAAACDU/_gGr7n0zUvw/s72-c/IMG_1522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5420410608488271285</id><published>2011-09-18T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:13:26.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 21:21-22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanging on'/><title type='text'>What Is That To You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U7EV_fk8LM/TnZnrwbN8MI/AAAAAAAACCY/WCW61V9Dhrc/s1600/IMG_1299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U7EV_fk8LM/TnZnrwbN8MI/AAAAAAAACCY/WCW61V9Dhrc/s400/IMG_1299.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ever feel like you're the one on the outside looking in? You can see what you want-in this case some acorns brought into my patio by my dog-but just out of reach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLo79mRhBDw/TnZn0oxMAII/AAAAAAAACCc/AEq9xVI2ig8/s1600/IMG_1309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLo79mRhBDw/TnZn0oxMAII/AAAAAAAACCc/AEq9xVI2ig8/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Or are&amp;nbsp;you just hanging on with all fours&amp;nbsp;while all the others get the good bugs? (Again from my back patio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Oh, AND my "new" place is still in the creation stage so bear with me. It'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Peter therefore seeing him (John) said to Jesus, 'Lord, and what about this man?' Jesus said to him, 'If&amp;nbsp;I want him to remain until I come, what is that to you? You follow Me!'" &lt;/em&gt;John 21:21-22 (parenthesis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words I'm to do what the Lord gives me to do and not worry/compare/yearn for what others have. Besides, if the Lord doesn't want that for me, I won't be satisfied with that&amp;nbsp;either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is to recognize the joy in the NOW. In Him.&amp;nbsp;And the crazy thing is; when I do, I become blessed and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo:karenrevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5420410608488271285?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5420410608488271285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5420410608488271285&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5420410608488271285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5420410608488271285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-that-to-you.html' title='What Is That To You?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U7EV_fk8LM/TnZnrwbN8MI/AAAAAAAACCY/WCW61V9Dhrc/s72-c/IMG_1299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6476534553748694413</id><published>2011-09-13T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:22:01.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll be back'/><title type='text'>Still A'Chewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIQ_OvK4VeY/TjVXVO2HaDI/AAAAAAAAB7w/z0MsmVY9Waw/s1600/P1010353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIQ_OvK4VeY/TjVXVO2HaDI/AAAAAAAAB7w/z0MsmVY9Waw/s320/P1010353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Freinds, I'm a still working on my new blog. My son is helping me. So don't &lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; up on me. "I'll be baaack." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya'll and will try again to get around to your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings***&lt;br /&gt;karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6476534553748694413?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6476534553748694413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6476534553748694413&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6476534553748694413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6476534553748694413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-achewing.html' title='Still A&apos;Chewing'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIQ_OvK4VeY/TjVXVO2HaDI/AAAAAAAAB7w/z0MsmVY9Waw/s72-c/P1010353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1978520199914464332</id><published>2011-08-30T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:31:37.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll be back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 16:33'/><title type='text'>Life Can Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--P-fr2ltjeY/Tl1PZ4PIlUI/AAAAAAAAB_0/MtA6H-zrvpM/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--P-fr2ltjeY/Tl1PZ4PIlUI/AAAAAAAAB_0/MtA6H-zrvpM/s400/IMG_1148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know, sometimes life just bites you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you, my wonderful readers have noticed, my poor blog is lacking in regularity. Ha, I think that's a good word for it! :P Anyway, I'm going to take a break for a bit longer. My heart and mind are "occupied" with family situations. Teehee...to continue on the theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be too long, I promise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention is to come back with a completely new idea and maybe, if my son can find some time, a new website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't think too harsh of me. I will try to visit your sites when I can. "I love ya man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I've told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I've conquered the world&lt;/em&gt;." John 16:33 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boy I sure hope I can come up with something new after all this.....&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;uh oh&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1978520199914464332?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1978520199914464332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1978520199914464332&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1978520199914464332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1978520199914464332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-can-bite.html' title='Life Can Bite'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--P-fr2ltjeY/Tl1PZ4PIlUI/AAAAAAAAB_0/MtA6H-zrvpM/s72-c/IMG_1148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3894543250663947720</id><published>2011-08-12T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:49:22.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genesis 1:24-25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal questions'/><title type='text'>Do Ya'll Ever Wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DgO6Qoz6Tc/TkV6eLzGdKI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/wSDiGSX6J3w/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DgO6Qoz6Tc/TkV6eLzGdKI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/wSDiGSX6J3w/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously now, how many lemurs &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; it take to hold up a wall? Yes, this picture is the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xkTXa4xAcE/TkV6nsC_4nI/AAAAAAAAB9U/YRLZGXJldFo/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xkTXa4xAcE/TkV6nsC_4nI/AAAAAAAAB9U/YRLZGXJldFo/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How come sometimes, the little guy get the last "foot" in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-kH-4W0y0/TkV60dmeedI/AAAAAAAAB9c/mOkMGeF6v8A/s1600/IMG_1043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-kH-4W0y0/TkV60dmeedI/AAAAAAAAB9c/mOkMGeF6v8A/s400/IMG_1043.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And how is it that all the stripes are&amp;nbsp;in perfect lines&amp;nbsp;and not zig-zaggedly crooked,&amp;nbsp;like when I try to draw a straight line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuXGrzuIXt4/TkV7B7k-rPI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EPcJvHqZEoc/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuXGrzuIXt4/TkV7B7k-rPI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EPcJvHqZEoc/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And will anyone ever answer that knocking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only answer I do know is the first one. DUH! Five, unless that is one in front that I can't see very well, and then it is six. Uh...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good grief, well this I do know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God spoke: 'Earth, generate life! Every sort and kind: cattle and reptiles and wild animals--all kinds.' And there it was; wild animals of every kind, cattle of all kinds, every sort of reptile and bug. God saw that it was good."&lt;/em&gt; Genesis 1:24-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied enough with that answer. (Except for the bug part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3894543250663947720?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3894543250663947720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3894543250663947720&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3894543250663947720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3894543250663947720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-yall-ever-wonder.html' title='Do Ya&apos;ll Ever Wonder?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DgO6Qoz6Tc/TkV6eLzGdKI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/wSDiGSX6J3w/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7606228671370194612</id><published>2011-08-06T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:18:37.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orangutan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Samuel 16:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>Big Mean Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LumK5kfmxs/TjsJ6-knSUI/AAAAAAAAB8c/S5Gw09Rpnhg/s1600/IMG_0899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LumK5kfmxs/TjsJ6-knSUI/AAAAAAAAB8c/S5Gw09Rpnhg/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While at the zoo this year, we came across this guy. Whoa! Big and hairy and mean-looking. Boy, I'd hate to run into him in the jungle or anywhere for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I enlarged this second picture of him just to see his face better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7negajbz20/TjsLUjmpA5I/AAAAAAAAB8k/BktwH0iykUE/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7negajbz20/TjsLUjmpA5I/AAAAAAAAB8k/BktwH0iykUE/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Check out his head. Ouch. Must've been a fight with the other orangutan. When I enlarge even more, I can see his eyes, too. Not so ferocious now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me think about&amp;nbsp;others around us. Most of them have hurts we don't see because we don't/can't get close. And I know I never think about them hurting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."&lt;/em&gt; 1 Samuel 16:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me eyes to see beyond the outward appearance. Make me sensitive to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7606228671370194612?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7606228671370194612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7606228671370194612&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7606228671370194612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7606228671370194612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-mean-guy.html' title='Big Mean Guy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LumK5kfmxs/TjsJ6-knSUI/AAAAAAAAB8c/S5Gw09Rpnhg/s72-c/IMG_0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2319014741658442407</id><published>2011-07-30T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:11:49.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James 1:5-6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusing signs'/><title type='text'>Confusion??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B96bHS4Bauc/TjPwsZ2cW3I/AAAAAAAAB7M/GOccDjxDHdQ/s1600/IMG_1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B96bHS4Bauc/TjPwsZ2cW3I/AAAAAAAAB7M/GOccDjxDHdQ/s400/IMG_1241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, were these folks confused? If the fire hydrant goes off, there's a life preserver on a rope to save us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85MzCinxxts/TjPw1JkFAbI/AAAAAAAAB7U/KaTfh1QeT0Q/s1600/IMG_1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85MzCinxxts/TjPw1JkFAbI/AAAAAAAAB7U/KaTfh1QeT0Q/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wait, sir, you are walking too fast! Can't you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the lovely Tampa Bay area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought."&lt;/em&gt; James 1:5-6 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times confusion hits me like these signs. I'm so glad the Master of Wisdom is&amp;nbsp;able to straighten me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2319014741658442407?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2319014741658442407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2319014741658442407&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2319014741658442407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2319014741658442407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/07/confusion.html' title='Confusion??'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B96bHS4Bauc/TjPwsZ2cW3I/AAAAAAAAB7M/GOccDjxDHdQ/s72-c/IMG_1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3062643141103195655</id><published>2011-07-21T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:00:30.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 3:16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathy&apos;s gift of books'/><title type='text'>Look what I won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMXv9RKa8yo/TiiNKUhUefI/AAAAAAAAB6k/O9LokIFWiPA/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMXv9RKa8yo/TiiNKUhUefI/AAAAAAAAB6k/O9LokIFWiPA/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://casselcrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathy &lt;/a&gt;sent me this adorable set of children's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won them. She had the most difficult contest, and yes, me, I was the winner. Or rather one of two winners. And the contest...wasn't that difficult. In fact, it was just a guessing contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have a good guesser. Kathy asked, "How old is my cat?" I just happened to get close. HEY, don't knock it. Look what can happen if you are even close. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love reading them to my grand kids and anyone else who will listen. Thank you Kathy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is how much God loved the world; He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why; so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life."&lt;/em&gt; John 3:16 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I don't have to depend on my guesser to get into heaven. I can know for sure, 'cause I don't think just "getting close" will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3062643141103195655?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3062643141103195655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3062643141103195655&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3062643141103195655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3062643141103195655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/07/look-what-i-won.html' title='Look what I won!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMXv9RKa8yo/TiiNKUhUefI/AAAAAAAAB6k/O9LokIFWiPA/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3743391152606084507</id><published>2011-07-13T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:32:31.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leafy sea dragons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 27:5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida Aquarium'/><title type='text'>Leafy Sea Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poZlB8AYPkA/Th39-MlvBbI/AAAAAAAAB5g/37XBqzhSCmo/s1600/IMG_1204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poZlB8AYPkA/Th39-MlvBbI/AAAAAAAAB5g/37XBqzhSCmo/s640/IMG_1204.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;delicate yellow dragon won't scare anybody. In fact they have to hide from us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99P0bdXl2ak/Th3-NQVsQ4I/AAAAAAAAB5k/t7kjo3zwvnc/s1600/IMG_1205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99P0bdXl2ak/Th3-NQVsQ4I/AAAAAAAAB5k/t7kjo3zwvnc/s640/IMG_1205.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Their unusual&amp;nbsp;leaf-shaped appendages and color make them a target for collectors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--r0jY86o8XM/Th3-YBg81gI/AAAAAAAAB5s/zh21omyW2wE/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--r0jY86o8XM/Th3-YBg81gI/AAAAAAAAB5s/zh21omyW2wE/s640/IMG_1206.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These cousins of the sea horse live off the southern and eastern coast of Australia.&amp;nbsp;Swimming is not their forte&amp;nbsp;so they roll with the currents.&amp;nbsp;When they do swim, it's slow and awkward. God gave them protection by hiding them&amp;nbsp;seaweed and kelp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmxuBSaad90/Th3-jXYlZRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wJf9vFd8mBg/s1600/IMG_1213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmxuBSaad90/Th3-jXYlZRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wJf9vFd8mBg/s400/IMG_1213.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I read they eat mysids, which is sea lice. Yuk, I like the word mysids better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.flaquarium.org/"&gt;Florida Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; in Tampa housed these beauties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle; in the secret place of His tent He will hide me; He will lift me up on a rock."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 27:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O Lord, you know sometimes I'm a rollin' with the currents and find it hard to swim. Thank you, You gave me a tabernacle, tent and rock instead of seaweed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3743391152606084507?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3743391152606084507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3743391152606084507&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3743391152606084507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3743391152606084507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/07/leafy-sea-dragons.html' title='Leafy Sea Dragons'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poZlB8AYPkA/Th39-MlvBbI/AAAAAAAAB5g/37XBqzhSCmo/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7501590069673874064</id><published>2011-07-07T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:35:23.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah 45:12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3-D printing'/><title type='text'>Have You Seen This 3 D Printer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ZboxMsSz5Aw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZboxMsSz5Aw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZboxMsSz5Aw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can you believe that? Our technology is amazing. Say...what if you put diamonds, or.....? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What will they come up with next? If you could invent/create anything, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is I who made the earth, and created man upon it. I stretched out the heavens with My hands, and I ordained all their host." &lt;/em&gt;Isaiah 45:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We are pretty smart, but so far, no one has been able to create something from nothing. I kind'a like it that way. Thank you, Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7501590069673874064?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7501590069673874064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7501590069673874064&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7501590069673874064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7501590069673874064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/07/have-you-seen-this-3-d-printer.html' title='Have You Seen This 3 D Printer?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2005028815378872483</id><published>2011-07-03T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:50:07.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 4th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nation of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 33:12'/><title type='text'>Happy Freedom Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQXIXChZ6zQ/ThB_FZXpExI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/-vUYP03tv4E/s1600/IMG_0787%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQXIXChZ6zQ/ThB_FZXpExI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/-vUYP03tv4E/s320/IMG_0787%255B1%255D.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whether you do fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wN1b8rnivQc/ThB_QPKoSyI/AAAAAAAAB4c/qq_nFovePnY/s1600/IMG_0974%255B2%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wN1b8rnivQc/ThB_QPKoSyI/AAAAAAAAB4c/qq_nFovePnY/s320/IMG_0974%255B2%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJF4ORporKY/ThCAH83A6XI/AAAAAAAAB4g/ixV1U3hceb8/s1600/rays+game+2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJF4ORporKY/ThCAH83A6XI/AAAAAAAAB4g/ixV1U3hceb8/s320/rays+game+2010+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or go to a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or however you spend your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, freedom comes with a price and only continues with vigilance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 33:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord may I be thankful and watchful to protect the liberties You've given me and our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2005028815378872483?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2005028815378872483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2005028815378872483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2005028815378872483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2005028815378872483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-freedom-day.html' title='Happy Freedom Day!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQXIXChZ6zQ/ThB_FZXpExI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/-vUYP03tv4E/s72-c/IMG_0787%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4800739497887662395</id><published>2011-06-30T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:55:25.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alligator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 46:1-3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida Aquarium'/><title type='text'>Underwater Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHJyaVVAigk/Tgx0z54XPII/AAAAAAAAB3M/rmR0lPrpJBs/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHJyaVVAigk/Tgx0z54XPII/AAAAAAAAB3M/rmR0lPrpJBs/s400/IMG_1119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm lookin' at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yikes, this gator was close but a sturdy glass kept us apart at the &lt;a href="http://www.flaquarium.org/"&gt;Florida Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many vunerable places on him with his thick skin. But that eye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_If8cgwvxI/Tgx08oiXirI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/eqQTO075Olk/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_If8cgwvxI/Tgx08oiXirI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/eqQTO075Olk/s400/IMG_1120.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How does he see where he's going underwater to avoid dangers? Of course, yep,&amp;nbsp;I know you know, he keeps it open. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YD0FqbU07p4/Tgx1Ew0MHxI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/whYzb-P45HY/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YD0FqbU07p4/Tgx1Ew0MHxI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/whYzb-P45HY/s400/IMG_1122.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, God gave him&amp;nbsp;even more protection with that special eyelid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear, though the earth should change, and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains quake at its swelling pride."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 46:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father you are my protection, when the waters threaten to overwhelm, give my eyes a special vision to see You through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4800739497887662395?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4800739497887662395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4800739497887662395&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4800739497887662395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4800739497887662395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/06/underwater-eyes.html' title='Underwater Eyes'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHJyaVVAigk/Tgx0z54XPII/AAAAAAAAB3M/rmR0lPrpJBs/s72-c/IMG_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6005390084640076639</id><published>2011-06-24T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:10:50.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curlew Sandpiper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deformed beak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Corinthian 12:7-9'/><title type='text'>Curlew Sandpiper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHGNpO7BCjk/TgSGhSDO0JI/AAAAAAAAB2k/2c87gP9QkV4/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHGNpO7BCjk/TgSGhSDO0JI/AAAAAAAAB2k/2c87gP9QkV4/s400/IMG_1019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whew, my back yard does have some of the strangest animals. (And we live in a very populated area.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this bird a few times early in the morning. At first I thought it was a female woodpecker, but each time I'd get close to the window or slider it would fly away. But she (I think it's a she?) didn't peck on the trees or hop up them like woodpeckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one morning I had my camera ready. Please excuse the bad photo-because it's shot through my sliders from inside and through my screen on the patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed this one shot before she flew. After enlarging it on my computer, this poor baby has a deformed bill. It appears to be a Curlew Sandpiper. I was wondering why she was alone, usually sandpipers are in groups. Oh, and at the beach. But we haven't had rain in forever, so my yard looks like the beach-all sand and no grass/weeds. She still manages to find stuff to eat, but I don't know how with her beak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn't get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan's angel did his best to get me down, what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn't think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and he told me; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;y grace is enough; it's all you need, My strength comes into its own in your weakness.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness." &lt;/em&gt;2 Corinthians 12:7-9 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Father, let my weakness be filled with Your strength, and it is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:karenrevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6005390084640076639?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6005390084640076639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6005390084640076639&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6005390084640076639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6005390084640076639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/06/curlew-sandpiper.html' title='Curlew Sandpiper?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHGNpO7BCjk/TgSGhSDO0JI/AAAAAAAAB2k/2c87gP9QkV4/s72-c/IMG_1019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6634122666759364750</id><published>2011-06-21T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:34:35.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Samuel 30:12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strachan&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream for Breakfast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sg8v5JFoMLw/TgD3Xvb-6BI/AAAAAAAAB1s/tNNBsYdBDR8/s1600/P1010314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sg8v5JFoMLw/TgD3Xvb-6BI/AAAAAAAAB1s/tNNBsYdBDR8/s400/P1010314.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The salon finished Mom's haircut about 10:30 this morning.&amp;nbsp;There was one more&amp;nbsp;errand I needed to do before I took her home. AND we just happened to pass &lt;a href="http://www.strachansdesserts.com/"&gt;Strachans's Ice&amp;nbsp;Cream Parlor&lt;/a&gt;. Now mind you,&amp;nbsp;breakfast was barely a couple of hours ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mom's memory is not good, but her love of food is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZtHO876gIo/TgD3ojw7LEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/DB8VVU651Jo/s1600/IMG_1088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZtHO876gIo/TgD3ojw7LEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/DB8VVU651Jo/s400/IMG_1088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, that's her on the left, Dad on the right. (This was taken on Father's day.) Anyway, she said, "Oh, let's stop here, I'll buy us some ice cream."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sighed and said, "Mom, it's not even eleven. They don't open until 12:00."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She responded with, "Oh, shoot. But aren't you hungry for ice cream?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"No, Mom. Ice cream is like dessert, not for right after breakfast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then she looked at me and seriously chided, "You know, ice cream is good anytime. Even for breakfast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And they gave him a piece of fig cake and two clusters of raisins, and he ate, then his spirit revived."&lt;/em&gt; 1 Samuel 30:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe, Lord, I do need to enjoy ice cream at anytime, it might just revive&amp;nbsp;my spirit and bring joy. I'm kind'a sorry now, that Strachan's was not open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6634122666759364750?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6634122666759364750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6634122666759364750&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6634122666759364750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6634122666759364750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/06/ice-cream-for-breakfast.html' title='Ice Cream for Breakfast?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sg8v5JFoMLw/TgD3Xvb-6BI/AAAAAAAAB1s/tNNBsYdBDR8/s72-c/P1010314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4470908367078224962</id><published>2011-06-16T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T16:45:12.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Corinthians 5:17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how come? animals beauty'/><title type='text'>How Come?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5lRqMklGVk/TfpgKohp91I/AAAAAAAAB0o/NvnwVXopZcY/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5lRqMklGVk/TfpgKohp91I/AAAAAAAAB0o/NvnwVXopZcY/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How come, a chipmunk can stuff its cheeks and we say, "Awww, isn't that the cutest thing," but when I do it...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSb0GkP7oQE/TfpgTWoUDmI/AAAAAAAAB0w/HCBSABB47_A/s1600/IMG_0857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSb0GkP7oQE/TfpgTWoUDmI/AAAAAAAAB0w/HCBSABB47_A/s400/IMG_0857.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Or this little&amp;nbsp;one with his cute birdie mohawk, how come&amp;nbsp;his hair-do&amp;nbsp;stays in place,&amp;nbsp;naturally. (And I've seen&amp;nbsp;"some" folk&amp;nbsp;who&amp;nbsp;attend the Tampa Ray baseball games, work hard to achieve the Ray-hawk.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHeQO_TmeEk/TfphJ7FzhfI/AAAAAAAAB1A/OiBl4l9kG9M/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHeQO_TmeEk/TfphJ7FzhfI/AAAAAAAAB1A/OiBl4l9kG9M/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How come this duck&amp;nbsp;with his lovely feather make-up can swim and&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;his colors&amp;nbsp;stay the same? But when I get&amp;nbsp;into the water,&amp;nbsp;my mascara&amp;nbsp;turns into a &amp;nbsp;drunk raccoon. (I know they have waterproof, but my eyes are sensitive to it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-manCbkAOEyU/Tfpgeri30lI/AAAAAAAAB00/tPuHWgUWI64/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-manCbkAOEyU/Tfpgeri30lI/AAAAAAAAB00/tPuHWgUWI64/s400/IMG_0925.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And how come this giraffe, has the most gorgeous bedroom eyes and long eye lashes? Mine are light and invisible. But, thanks for mascara, even the runny kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did God&amp;nbsp;make these creatures&amp;nbsp;to make me jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, if any man in is Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave his creatures all kinds of beauty and variety. He chose instead, to give those who believe in Him "soul-beauty." All right, splash my runny mascara, but give my soul a "new thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo:karenrevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4470908367078224962?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4470908367078224962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4470908367078224962&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4470908367078224962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4470908367078224962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-come.html' title='How Come?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5lRqMklGVk/TfpgKohp91I/AAAAAAAAB0o/NvnwVXopZcY/s72-c/IMG_0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6465235834657899335</id><published>2011-06-11T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T18:08:13.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary stinging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Peter 5:10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Scary Stinging Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8HOem245Js/TfPcF1Hjd7I/AAAAAAAABzk/rKaIak-0gI8/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8HOem245Js/TfPcF1Hjd7I/AAAAAAAABzk/rKaIak-0gI8/s400/IMG_0452.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm afraid of bees, wasps and all those scary stinging critters. I could never be a bee keeper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNycuEwR2X8/TfPcQkUqDlI/AAAAAAAABzo/5sGwHvCTR3s/s1600/IMG_0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNycuEwR2X8/TfPcQkUqDlI/AAAAAAAABzo/5sGwHvCTR3s/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;hurtful things help&amp;nbsp;the flowers and plants become&amp;nbsp;beautiful? Just seems like delicate flowers shouldn't need those scary bugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then I got to thinking about life. Out of hurt "can" come beautifulness.﻿ (yep, my word) In my life, times of stinging bug-y-ness&amp;nbsp;pollinated my attitude, actions,&amp;nbsp;and my spirit. But when I turned to God, He smeared the pollen over my soul&amp;nbsp;to grow stronger&amp;nbsp;spiritual flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"And after you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will &lt;strong&gt;Himself&lt;/strong&gt; perfect, confirm, strengthen and establish you."&lt;/em&gt; 1 Peter 5:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I hurt, make me beautiful. I want others to just see the flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6465235834657899335?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6465235834657899335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6465235834657899335&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6465235834657899335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6465235834657899335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/06/scary-stinging-things.html' title='Scary Stinging Things'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8HOem245Js/TfPcF1Hjd7I/AAAAAAAABzk/rKaIak-0gI8/s72-c/IMG_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6256409108171780466</id><published>2011-06-08T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:45:24.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs 16:9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoom lens living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers to pictures'/><title type='text'>Answers :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's what those&amp;nbsp;strange pictures are from my post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cChfbMlho_E/TeqO6zMa2RI/AAAAAAAABx8/d1c_iVhoE2M/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cChfbMlho_E/TeqO6zMa2RI/AAAAAAAABx8/d1c_iVhoE2M/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is an alligator tail. He was behind the wall with only his tail showing. I waited awhile, but he wouldn't cooperate. So I showed him, I took his picture anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jl3pu-T3V0/TeqOlAF-hII/AAAAAAAABx4/re-8Ee6Waok/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jl3pu-T3V0/TeqOlAF-hII/AAAAAAAABx4/re-8Ee6Waok/s400/IMG_0625.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;This is the underside of a mushroom in my back yard. I stopped my dog right before he tried to eat it. It's frilly underside just looked neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0tM6PaEYX0/TfADcLJWOjI/AAAAAAAAByw/L2_ES41WkNU/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0tM6PaEYX0/TfADcLJWOjI/AAAAAAAAByw/L2_ES41WkNU/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The third one was this dolphin swimming right up to the window. I was too slow to get his face, and took his body instead. But crazy me, I kept the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boh8692uH9I/TfADp7laHMI/AAAAAAAABy0/tOnoTgA-SLg/s1600/IMG_0901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-boh8692uH9I/TfADp7laHMI/AAAAAAAABy0/tOnoTgA-SLg/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, and many of you guessed this little fellow right. A porcupine. His quills up close are lovely and don't look menacing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The mind of a man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps."&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 16:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind often sees just a part of the big picture God has for me. We have the zoom lens on, but God sees the landscape. Father, help me to keep that focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6256409108171780466?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6256409108171780466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6256409108171780466&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6256409108171780466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6256409108171780466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/06/answers.html' title='Answers :)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cChfbMlho_E/TeqO6zMa2RI/AAAAAAAABx8/d1c_iVhoE2M/s72-c/IMG_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-534585920727526247</id><published>2011-06-04T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:45:26.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew 10:30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='details'/><title type='text'>Name This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you name these things?&amp;nbsp;If you can't figure them out, ask a kid. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cChfbMlho_E/TeqO6zMa2RI/AAAAAAAABx8/d1c_iVhoE2M/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cChfbMlho_E/TeqO6zMa2RI/AAAAAAAABx8/d1c_iVhoE2M/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I took these pictures on purpose. You know I'm quirky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jl3pu-T3V0/TeqOlAF-hII/AAAAAAAABx4/re-8Ee6Waok/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jl3pu-T3V0/TeqOlAF-hII/AAAAAAAABx4/re-8Ee6Waok/s400/IMG_0625.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GNgmerdBVs/TeqPT-8J0MI/AAAAAAAAByI/NNnP609lqfA/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GNgmerdBVs/TeqPT-8J0MI/AAAAAAAAByI/NNnP609lqfA/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or this last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1F9QSxRhUtI/TeqPHiBW0EI/AAAAAAAAByE/znbRzw_i_gI/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1F9QSxRhUtI/TeqPHiBW0EI/AAAAAAAAByE/znbRzw_i_gI/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even with these partial details, you might make them out. But there is One who knows every single detail about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail-even numbering the hairs on your head!" &lt;/em&gt;Matthew 10:30 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord, that You know and care about every detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-534585920727526247?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/534585920727526247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=534585920727526247&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/534585920727526247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/534585920727526247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/06/name-this.html' title='Name This'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cChfbMlho_E/TeqO6zMa2RI/AAAAAAAABx8/d1c_iVhoE2M/s72-c/IMG_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-678905209471477601</id><published>2011-05-30T10:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:38:49.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2td19uL62bU/TeOr0ZW4ZYI/AAAAAAAABxI/92F-RGSI_dI/s1600/P1010413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2td19uL62bU/TeOr0ZW4ZYI/AAAAAAAABxI/92F-RGSI_dI/s400/P1010413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all who served and serve. Forever thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-678905209471477601?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/678905209471477601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=678905209471477601&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/678905209471477601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/678905209471477601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2td19uL62bU/TeOr0ZW4ZYI/AAAAAAAABxI/92F-RGSI_dI/s72-c/P1010413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7953897830006263210</id><published>2011-05-28T19:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:18:43.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drum video'/><title type='text'>rerun video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, here's the video, that seemed to work for only a while&amp;nbsp;from my post below. Argh...the internet imp is at it again. So here's my second try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0J2nyxhYdM/TeGJROG2krI/AAAAAAAABwk/DlZYTkiO73E/s1600/drums-5-2011.mp4" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D1272941bb45f90eb%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1306647972%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D949B10A3AB1431433AD47F41601B196468675E29.61EB3343601B2D939F4FB9738D1942730B124443%26key%3Dlh1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D1272941bb45f90eb%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1306647972%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D949B10A3AB1431433AD47F41601B196468675E29.61EB3343601B2D939F4FB9738D1942730B124443%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So if the above doesn't work try&lt;a href="http://s596.photobucket.com/albums/tt48/kayjoy817/?action=view&amp;amp;current=135_5884.mp4"&gt; this.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7953897830006263210?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7953897830006263210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7953897830006263210&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7953897830006263210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7953897830006263210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/rerun-video.html' title='rerun video'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8234589984838716480</id><published>2011-05-27T17:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:44:10.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 106:5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brag-a-mania'/><title type='text'>Brag-a-mania!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_ytmaVqS3Vk/TeANFbh6s3I/AAAAAAAABu0/HVbenAq75AA/s1600/drums-5-2011.mp4" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Df550793f0ce28c9f%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1306550645%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D2AE00205C25975B78CA5D8F44080841F8B091527.CA03FEA4F685FE02A63D6748943D33180E5DF6F2%26key%3Dlh1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Df550793f0ce28c9f%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1306550645%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D2AE00205C25975B78CA5D8F44080841F8B091527.CA03FEA4F685FE02A63D6748943D33180E5DF6F2%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Check this out. My grandson has got rhythm in his bones. He'll be 3-years-old in October. He was not taught this. His mom heard him from the other room and came in to record it.&amp;nbsp;Ha, I'm not sure I could do that with 2 drumsticks! :P Our little music man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18kw_MzZwik/TeAPCPlumvI/AAAAAAAABwU/JO_BsumvOR8/s1600/IMG_0838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18kw_MzZwik/TeAPCPlumvI/AAAAAAAABwU/JO_BsumvOR8/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And this is my petite, 10-year-old going on 15, grand daughter. She plays soft ball with the older girls, 'cause she's so good, of course.&amp;nbsp; Hey, I told you this was brag-a-mania!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2KErQZ5MsI/TeAPaXpaPYI/AAAAAAAABv4/uJk6QMle874/s1600/IMG_0845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2KErQZ5MsI/TeAPaXpaPYI/AAAAAAAABv4/uJk6QMle874/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She cheers on her teammates and&amp;nbsp;plays second base. During her last game she&amp;nbsp;made a double play! Whoo Hoo. (Oh, that means she got 2 people out during one play-for all ya'll non-sports readers...teehee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They both can sing great, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY, OKAY, I &lt;em&gt;promise,&lt;/em&gt; if you'll brag about your kids, grandkids dogs, whatever~I'll&amp;nbsp;gladly rejoice&amp;nbsp;with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want to see your chosen succeed, celebrate with your celebrating nation, join the Hallelujahs of your pride and joy."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 106:5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love celebrating with you and your life-loves. Tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8234589984838716480?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8234589984838716480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8234589984838716480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8234589984838716480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8234589984838716480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/brag-mania.html' title='Brag-a-mania!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18kw_MzZwik/TeAPCPlumvI/AAAAAAAABwU/JO_BsumvOR8/s72-c/IMG_0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6743541041557607459</id><published>2011-05-23T18:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:09:55.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 136:25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato mozzarella toast'/><title type='text'>Summertime Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED6Qh_l04OM/TdrUALU5TkI/AAAAAAAABuo/kFH5tBXgkbQ/s1600/IMG_0765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED6Qh_l04OM/TdrUALU5TkI/AAAAAAAABuo/kFH5tBXgkbQ/s400/IMG_0765.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yummo, summer tomatoes! &lt;a href="http://www.hunsaderfarms.com/"&gt;Hunsader Farms&lt;/a&gt; opened their farms early to u-pick as many immigrant pickers did not return to pick this year. (Because of our crack down on illegals.) Anyway, hubby and I went and picked a bushel and 1/2 of tomatoes for $3.00, yes $3.00!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0XTeDQnVxtU/TdrUI4-WR-I/AAAAAAAABus/IvV8uOR0sWA/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0XTeDQnVxtU/TdrUI4-WR-I/AAAAAAAABus/IvV8uOR0sWA/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That basket is a bushel. These are just a few all laid out on the patio table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here's my most favorite recipe for summer tomatoes. (I had posted this before, but I can't help it-it's just soooo good!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tomato Mozzarella Toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 pounds fresh tomatoes (about 5 cups)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 cup olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/3 cup thinly sliced fresh basil or chopped parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 teaspoon minced garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8 thin slices of prosciutto or ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 cup (8 oz) shredded mozzarella cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Preheat broiler. Core tomatoes and chop. In large bowl, combine tomatoes, 2 tablespoons of the olive oil, basil, garlic, salt and pepper. Let stand at least 30 minutes. Slice rolls in half horizontally, then vertically. Brush cut side of bread with the remaining olive oil, place on a shallow pan and broil until golden. Reserve about 1/3 cup of tomato mixture; spoon remaining mixture on rolls. Top each with 2 slices of prosciutto, 1/4 cup of mozzarella. Add equal amounts of reserved tomato mixture on top. Broil until cheese melts, about 3 minutes. Serve immediately! Quick before the cook eats it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Serves 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who gives food to all flesh, for His lovingkindness is everlasting."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 136:25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad He created tomatoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6743541041557607459?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6743541041557607459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6743541041557607459&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6743541041557607459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6743541041557607459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/summertime-recipe.html' title='Summertime Recipe'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED6Qh_l04OM/TdrUALU5TkI/AAAAAAAABuo/kFH5tBXgkbQ/s72-c/IMG_0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5628593417232136125</id><published>2011-05-18T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T06:00:10.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Peter 3:18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tortoise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big guy &quot;t&quot;'/><title type='text'>Big Guy "T"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe5CHAk5vpk/TdK6BmakGqI/AAAAAAAABtU/vdRUgSeFIpg/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe5CHAk5vpk/TdK6BmakGqI/AAAAAAAABtU/vdRUgSeFIpg/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While&amp;nbsp;this big guy was cooling in a mud puddle, another was trying to chase, now I use that word loosely, a smaller tortoise.&amp;nbsp;And because his legs were longer, he caught up, and bumped the smaller one's shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But this guy watched us people passing by,&lt;em&gt; until &lt;/em&gt;an ant walked in front of his nose. Big guy "T" looked like he wanted that&amp;nbsp;tasty snack. The large head followed it from right to left, opened his mouth and missed. The little ant was too quick for him and my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7zb-M6lBiY/TdK6MxElyvI/AAAAAAAABtc/4UivAZfL94M/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7zb-M6lBiY/TdK6MxElyvI/AAAAAAAABtc/4UivAZfL94M/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He looked my way as if to say, "What, what are you starin' at?"&amp;nbsp;Comfy in&amp;nbsp;his spot, he waited for another unsuspecting snack to come along. Usually when there is one ant, there are plenty more. (No I didn't wait to see if he got one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Peter 3:18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I act like Big Guy "T,"&amp;nbsp;all comfy and resist growing and learning, I miss out on things around me, and don't even see the little things that pass me by. Lord, give me knowledge to know when to&amp;nbsp;step out of my puddle and the desire to learn from You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5628593417232136125?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5628593417232136125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5628593417232136125&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5628593417232136125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5628593417232136125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-guy-t.html' title='Big Guy &quot;T&quot;'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe5CHAk5vpk/TdK6BmakGqI/AAAAAAAABtU/vdRUgSeFIpg/s72-c/IMG_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2557237540369650156</id><published>2011-05-15T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:57:45.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 John 11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='role model'/><title type='text'>What is This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlK_3MNbwSc/Tc_YaB_KooI/AAAAAAAABss/UE36vRY7n1A/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlK_3MNbwSc/Tc_YaB_KooI/AAAAAAAABss/UE36vRY7n1A/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this crazy creature at the Richmond Zoo while on my trip. Do you know what this is? Well, I'll give you a clue. It's nearest relation is a horse and a rhino, and one resource says an elephant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In a group they are called, Candles. Seriously??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They have four toes on the front feet and three on the back. Have you guessed yet? The babies are born with white dapples and stripes for camouflage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They are great swimmers and can feed on aquatic plants. Strange, huh, with those feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That long nose is used to grab leaves and plant life. It also uses it like a snorkel. (Now that would freak me out, if I was swimming!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, If you don't know, it's a ~ Tapir. Man, that's one mixed-up animal. Different number toes on it's feet, uses its nose to grab food, and snorkels. I don't know why it's related to horses....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Friend, don't go along with evil. Model the good. The person who does good does God's work. The person who does evil falsifies God, doesn't know the first thing about God." &lt;/em&gt;3 John 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do I look like a mixed up person to others? Do I say one thing and do another, or pretend to be something I'm not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lord make me a good role model for You, even if I have odd numbered toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2557237540369650156?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2557237540369650156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2557237540369650156&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2557237540369650156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2557237540369650156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-this.html' title='What is This?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlK_3MNbwSc/Tc_YaB_KooI/AAAAAAAABss/UE36vRY7n1A/s72-c/IMG_0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5429191631017485256</id><published>2011-05-11T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:33:13.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 13:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donkey'/><title type='text'>Donkey's End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58R4sZIPeXY/TcqJD-oY6vI/AAAAAAAABr8/X8IexhNoLgo/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58R4sZIPeXY/TcqJD-oY6vI/AAAAAAAABr8/X8IexhNoLgo/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life&amp;nbsp;sometimes makes you&amp;nbsp;feel like you're the either the donkey's patootie,&amp;nbsp;or on top of it,&amp;nbsp;and you're still&amp;nbsp;not high enough to jump over that fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJZGoWsTkf8/TcqJcyE43bI/AAAAAAAABsI/hBf91r52b7c/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJZGoWsTkf8/TcqJcyE43bI/AAAAAAAABsI/hBf91r52b7c/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or you see what might be&amp;nbsp;ahead, but&amp;nbsp;your vision is&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTOlfFgZ0aM/TcqJQEFRNuI/AAAAAAAABsE/oSJZNS0myqY/s1600/IMG_0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTOlfFgZ0aM/TcqJQEFRNuI/AAAAAAAABsE/oSJZNS0myqY/s320/IMG_0825.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And sometimes you just stand and wonder why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jesus answered, 'You don't understand now what I'm doing, but it will be clear enough to you later.'"&lt;/em&gt; John 13:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That "later" could mean&amp;nbsp;waiting until&amp;nbsp;heaven. But I do know that I can trust Him to be just, faithful and full of grace in time of need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has God cleared a way for you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5429191631017485256?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5429191631017485256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5429191631017485256&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5429191631017485256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5429191631017485256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/donkeys-end.html' title='Donkey&apos;s End?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58R4sZIPeXY/TcqJD-oY6vI/AAAAAAAABr8/X8IexhNoLgo/s72-c/IMG_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5259903578170665576</id><published>2011-05-01T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T09:13:44.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ezekiel 36:26'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Va trip'/><title type='text'>Blahville?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UebvGzIbsE/Tb1Lgvvzb7I/AAAAAAAABqI/fapHoFi7Wk8/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UebvGzIbsE/Tb1Lgvvzb7I/AAAAAAAABqI/fapHoFi7Wk8/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever feel boxed in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZEvbpp9NQ0/Tb1KJZOA5CI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ur4lWUyiH20/s1600/P1000493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZEvbpp9NQ0/Tb1KJZOA5CI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ur4lWUyiH20/s400/P1000493.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lR68Jy_jFsw/Tb1KiU22AOI/AAAAAAAABqc/7wwhek5diuY/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lR68Jy_jFsw/Tb1KiU22AOI/AAAAAAAABqc/7wwhek5diuY/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just want to stretch above the rut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--19h1-vAfZU/Tb1MSo2zrrI/AAAAAAAABqU/BrZqyxFVhWQ/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--19h1-vAfZU/Tb1MSo2zrrI/AAAAAAAABqU/BrZqyxFVhWQ/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or soar aloft, just for a little while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm going to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcwUeLB1sWA/Tb1Vk_TgJWI/AAAAAAAABrU/rQyZ_StxyB0/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcwUeLB1sWA/Tb1Vk_TgJWI/AAAAAAAABrU/rQyZ_StxyB0/s400/081.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm leaving this week to see my grand kids, daughter-in-love and son (he's a bit crazy like me.) Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcZmTnmJhrQ/Tb1VxkLkXAI/AAAAAAAABrY/CUGJWh1_5uU/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcZmTnmJhrQ/Tb1VxkLkXAI/AAAAAAAABrY/CUGJWh1_5uU/s400/099.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at'em&amp;nbsp;hunting Easter eggs. Isn't that just the cutest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week&amp;nbsp;how will you stretch, soar or break out? Let me know-hey, take this as a challenge! Come on, you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Moreover, I will give you a new heart, and put a new spirit within you."&lt;/em&gt; Ezekiel 36:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how&amp;nbsp;the Lord&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;renewed my spirit with this fun trip! Secret is, He can do that anywhere, anytime. I just need to be more observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After Tuesday I won't be on, until next week.) But leave me a comment about your challenge/accomplishment that you &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5259903578170665576?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5259903578170665576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5259903578170665576&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5259903578170665576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5259903578170665576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/05/blahville.html' title='Blahville?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UebvGzIbsE/Tb1Lgvvzb7I/AAAAAAAABqI/fapHoFi7Wk8/s72-c/IMG_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-320609393194867797</id><published>2011-04-27T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:15:40.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs 16:18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To go only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no reverse'/><title type='text'>To Go Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMsSNuY1lvE/TbiN8Yb_dDI/AAAAAAAABpQ/WTQWf2-FwUQ/s1600/IMG_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMsSNuY1lvE/TbiN8Yb_dDI/AAAAAAAABpQ/WTQWf2-FwUQ/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hubby and I decided on "date" night, we'd splurge and go to this fancy restaurant. You can't make reservations, but you can call ahead. So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving up we saw lots and lots of people waiting outside sitting all around, appetizers and drinks being served to help break up the wait. We wanted to go to the drugstore at the other end of the shopping center if we had time. One of us would have to go inside to check the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was absolutely no parking near the entrance, so guess where we parked to check our wait time? Yep, at the "To Go Only" parking spot. There was another open one next to us, so no sweat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby came back quickly so we could find a parking place, and....our car wouldn't go in reverse!! Argh! Not only were we parked wrong, but now in front of all these people at this fancy restaurant, the car would not behave. (I think it's a teen aged car.) All the other gears worked, just not reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, sheepishly got out, I slid to the drivers side and he pushed his car out of the forbidden parking slot. One man asked if he needed help, too. More embarrassment, but after a minute, I was laughing. Naturally I told him not to park there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW it's a BMW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"First pride, then the crash--the bigger the ego, the harder the fall."&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 16:18 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make sure all my gears work. I don't want to stall in the wrong place and be an embarrassment to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-320609393194867797?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/320609393194867797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=320609393194867797&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/320609393194867797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/320609393194867797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-go-only.html' title='To Go Only'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMsSNuY1lvE/TbiN8Yb_dDI/AAAAAAAABpQ/WTQWf2-FwUQ/s72-c/IMG_0763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6161731423257927023</id><published>2011-04-21T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:50:31.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter rhinoceroses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white and black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans 3:24-25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mud cover'/><title type='text'>Easter Rhinoceroses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDCJ8K_iRqc/TbB_GAT2PEI/AAAAAAAABpI/WMobaIZ-2BQ/s1600/P1010366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDCJ8K_iRqc/TbB_GAT2PEI/AAAAAAAABpI/WMobaIZ-2BQ/s400/P1010366.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rhinos remind me of Easter. I can hear the grummph and ragged intake of air in your lungs. Wait, just wait and let me "expound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white rhinoceroses are&amp;nbsp;both gray. That was a new one, until I heard&amp;nbsp;it at Busch Gardens. They do differ in physique in that their lips are different. White rhino have flat lips so they can graze the grasses. Black rhinos have a pointed lip in order pull leaves and fruit from trees and bushes. The white rhino has a large second horn too. But both are gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the name difference? Well the white rhino lives on the grassy sub-Saharan plains and to keep cool they wallow in mud holes. When the mud dries it appears white. Ahem, thus the name. That mud also keeps off bugs. (Man, I'd try that if it wasn't so messy for all our mosquitoes.) The black rhino appears to be darker without the mud.&amp;nbsp;But if the black rhino rolled in mud, he would&amp;nbsp;appear "white," too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He got us out of the mess we're in and restored us to where he always wanted us to be. And he did it by means of Jesus Christ. God sacrificed Jesus on the altar of the world to clear that world of sin. Having faith in him sets us in the clear. God decided on the course of action in full view of the public--to set the world in the clear with himself through the sacrifice of Jesus, finally taking care of the sins he had so patiently endured." &lt;/em&gt;Romans 3:24-25 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed are those whose lawless deeds have been forgiven, and whose sins have been covered."&lt;/em&gt; Romans 4:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what our heart's color, God can cover it with the blood of His Son having paid &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; price for sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in God's protection not only gives us&amp;nbsp;the new name as children of God, but&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;protects us from predators, even the annoying little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live the Easter Rhinoceroses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6161731423257927023?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6161731423257927023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6161731423257927023&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6161731423257927023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6161731423257927023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-rhinoceroses.html' title='Easter Rhinoceroses'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDCJ8K_iRqc/TbB_GAT2PEI/AAAAAAAABpI/WMobaIZ-2BQ/s72-c/P1010366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3386088490827410687</id><published>2011-04-17T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:39:08.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Corinthians 3:16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearwater Marine Aquarium'/><title type='text'>Jump! Cleawater Marine Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uiive5YcQTY/TasZ4utr0_I/AAAAAAAABoU/by22eVtsoqY/s1600/IMG_0262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uiive5YcQTY/TasZ4utr0_I/AAAAAAAABoU/by22eVtsoqY/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love watching the dolphin shows at the Clearwater Marine Aquarium. I let kids stand in front of me, as any considerate adult should. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7otejwKH1I/TasaRfCBudI/AAAAAAAABoY/v2OdidDpt_0/s1600/IMG_0258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7otejwKH1I/TasaRfCBudI/AAAAAAAABoY/v2OdidDpt_0/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But because of my height, I don't always get clear pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N77jO2_k3MM/Tasa0kCJKGI/AAAAAAAABoc/sGeqq-wElS0/s1600/IMG_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N77jO2_k3MM/Tasa0kCJKGI/AAAAAAAABoc/sGeqq-wElS0/s400/IMG_0263.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With each&amp;nbsp;command this dolphin jumped higher and higher, and I was ready with my camera. The trainer built up the crowd for this final big jump. The crowd was into the performance and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKqI9gjQzxQ/TasbRACjY0I/AAAAAAAABog/te6xRihFPp8/s1600/IMG_0260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKqI9gjQzxQ/TasbRACjY0I/AAAAAAAABog/te6xRihFPp8/s400/IMG_0260.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, I got&amp;nbsp;a picture all right. The girl in front of me was so excited, that&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;helped the&amp;nbsp;dolphin with&amp;nbsp;the hand signals just like the trainer.&amp;nbsp;So my picture wasn't great, but you can still see how high he jumped. I couldn't get&amp;nbsp;mad that she blocked my view, because she was just&amp;nbsp;excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You realize, don't you, that you are the temple of God, and God himself is present in you?" &lt;/em&gt;1 Corinthians 3:16 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Lord, how often have I blocked others view of You with my actions or words? May You always jump&amp;nbsp;higher than&amp;nbsp;my mistakes so others can see You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3386088490827410687?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3386088490827410687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3386088490827410687&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3386088490827410687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3386088490827410687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/04/jump-cleawater-marine-aquarium.html' title='Jump! Cleawater Marine Aquarium'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uiive5YcQTY/TasZ4utr0_I/AAAAAAAABoU/by22eVtsoqY/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4649508370361207912</id><published>2011-04-13T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:45:27.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 136:25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herb contest winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick and Teri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diesel&apos;s seasoning'/><title type='text'>I Know You're Wringing Your Hands with Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egEHl6JX0rI/TaX82z1nduI/AAAAAAAABn8/J87gM9bQbx4/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egEHl6JX0rI/TaX82z1nduI/AAAAAAAABn8/J87gM9bQbx4/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was so much fun!&amp;nbsp; (See below post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winners are, without further ado...drum roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teri-gonewalkabout2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terri &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://getnickt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt;. Whoo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess, I played a small trick-but it was &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;in your favor. The last photo-was not an herb, but-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPDYXQUZndw/TaX-LTp1LmI/AAAAAAAABoQ/LICAeYqkPg0/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPDYXQUZndw/TaX-LTp1LmI/AAAAAAAABoQ/LICAeYqkPg0/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a gardenia bush. Okay, I know, I know...sorry!!! But you see, I gave you one "freebie!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nick please leave me your email address in the comment so I can contact you&amp;nbsp;or email me.&amp;nbsp;Teri I found yours on your blog. I hope you enjoy this splash of spice in your food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Answers: 1-sage, 2-rosemary, 3-oregano, 4-gardenia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks so ALL for playing along. I loved the answers and comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who gives food to all flesh, for His lovingkindness is everlasting."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 136:25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God created such a variety of foods and flavors the combinations are endless. I love&amp;nbsp;trying new&amp;nbsp;stuff, but His best is still "chocolate." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4649508370361207912?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4649508370361207912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4649508370361207912&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4649508370361207912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4649508370361207912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-youre-wringing-your-hands-with.html' title='I Know You&apos;re Wringing Your Hands with Anticipation'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egEHl6JX0rI/TaX82z1nduI/AAAAAAAABn8/J87gM9bQbx4/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6609760784068987655</id><published>2011-04-10T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:48:29.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah 53:2-3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diesel&apos;s seasoning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbs'/><title type='text'>Herbi-Knowledge</title><content type='html'>Spring is here, well at least in Florida....sorry.... Time to plant more fresh herbs. These are ones that survived&amp;nbsp;our winter. I need to go to Home Depot and get the other herbs that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a contest, so guess what these are. Now no fair looking them up somewhere-just off the top of your head. Those who guess right will get a bottle of my son David's, &lt;a href="http://www.dieselseasonings.com/"&gt;Diesel Seasoning&lt;/a&gt;, Virginia state approved and inspected. Let's see how "herbi-knowledgeable" you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aveKFmlMQ0E/TaIoOlOl8OI/AAAAAAAABnA/ZojIhb8jLWo/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aveKFmlMQ0E/TaIoOlOl8OI/AAAAAAAABnA/ZojIhb8jLWo/s400/IMG_0613.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PImFCOwBUKI/TaIoYwJ3PMI/AAAAAAAABnE/qy-TO-EI6cA/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PImFCOwBUKI/TaIoYwJ3PMI/AAAAAAAABnE/qy-TO-EI6cA/s400/IMG_0615.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5r-_PekLmoE/TaIotKrT9dI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Kkv6039k2yw/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5r-_PekLmoE/TaIotKrT9dI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Kkv6039k2yw/s400/IMG_0617.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YeDtFkNdYM/TaIo2btSFDI/AAAAAAAABnc/r9fKyAiUf5I/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YeDtFkNdYM/TaIo2btSFDI/AAAAAAAABnc/r9fKyAiUf5I/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll not tell until the next post what they are. :) Really now, can it get any easier? Yes, there can be more than one winner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Oh, and you can have your choice of seasonings, Diesel's Signature Spice Blend, Kickin' Cajun Blend or Jerk Spice Blend. These are made when ordered and contain no additives, preservatives or MSG. Please state spice preference on your comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good, and delight yourself in abundance. Incline your ear and come to Me. Listen that you may live."&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 53:2-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our Father gives us food literally and spiritually so that we can live. Isn't He great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6609760784068987655?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6609760784068987655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6609760784068987655&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6609760784068987655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6609760784068987655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/04/herbi-knowledge.html' title='Herbi-Knowledge'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aveKFmlMQ0E/TaIoOlOl8OI/AAAAAAAABnA/ZojIhb8jLWo/s72-c/IMG_0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8802723554439077102</id><published>2011-04-06T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T06:00:06.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Native American Pow Wow dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasco Fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 9:1-2'/><title type='text'>Chasco Fiesta-Native American Pow Wow</title><content type='html'>Enjoy these pictures of a plethora of colors, customs and history.&amp;nbsp;Native Americans&amp;nbsp;danced&amp;nbsp;during this&amp;nbsp;Pow Wow at the Chasco Fiesta. (See post below.)&amp;nbsp;I will only occasionally comment. I had so many photos I loved that I couldn't decide which. So sit back and&amp;nbsp;relive history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video features &lt;a href="http://arvelbird.com/"&gt;Arvel Bird&lt;/a&gt; who performed before the dances. Listen as you scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVHnJneSOLY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVHnJneSOLY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They began by&amp;nbsp;carrying in American, Canadian and MIA flags,&amp;nbsp;for whom they serve and honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtLfUysjGxM/TZsvibqbzMI/AAAAAAAABic/-SJPIiZcQBA/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtLfUysjGxM/TZsvibqbzMI/AAAAAAAABic/-SJPIiZcQBA/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sagjt1uGaSk/TZsvwFrOrkI/AAAAAAAABig/lW1quvfl19o/s1600/IMG_0554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sagjt1uGaSk/TZsvwFrOrkI/AAAAAAAABig/lW1quvfl19o/s400/IMG_0554.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9KJqLvWG9Y/TZsv6oHMiJI/AAAAAAAABio/9CoXKRDiImA/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9KJqLvWG9Y/TZsv6oHMiJI/AAAAAAAABio/9CoXKRDiImA/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYApVL2RXOc/TZswRgqMb_I/AAAAAAAABi4/QZTyeh7H6RI/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYApVL2RXOc/TZswRgqMb_I/AAAAAAAABi4/QZTyeh7H6RI/s400/IMG_0557.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ETMJHkL6y0/TZswarJZt4I/AAAAAAAABi8/hVIsKxEODvA/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ETMJHkL6y0/TZswarJZt4I/AAAAAAAABi8/hVIsKxEODvA/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aSheQqo3UuQ/TZswk6XGdyI/AAAAAAAABjE/6KmnrZnBH-s/s1600/IMG_0559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aSheQqo3UuQ/TZswk6XGdyI/AAAAAAAABjE/6KmnrZnBH-s/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq6h80jhWTU/TZswwgKoqFI/AAAAAAAABjI/z8oZEGYwYio/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq6h80jhWTU/TZswwgKoqFI/AAAAAAAABjI/z8oZEGYwYio/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When all the dancers were in the Pow Wow circle. One of the elders led them in prayer to The Grandfather to bless their dancing. Then while all stood around the arena, the elders&amp;nbsp;gathered around an ailing member and prayed for his health and chanted. I wish I had that on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzP2CN-jCuE/TZsxruNcloI/AAAAAAAABjw/o1w-rfcORzo/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RzP2CN-jCuE/TZsxruNcloI/AAAAAAAABjw/o1w-rfcORzo/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00XusYLPEUk/TZsw7hyDPPI/AAAAAAAABjU/h7ZE_kNSsIk/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00XusYLPEUk/TZsw7hyDPPI/AAAAAAAABjU/h7ZE_kNSsIk/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v20yYPrrOfc/TZsxgkk82fI/AAAAAAAABjk/dbbWcnMHU_8/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v20yYPrrOfc/TZsxgkk82fI/AAAAAAAABjk/dbbWcnMHU_8/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0UuwBLtFv4/TZsySdRK5tI/AAAAAAAABj8/-6ktdqZGLho/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0UuwBLtFv4/TZsySdRK5tI/AAAAAAAABj8/-6ktdqZGLho/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWm2JGuJxc/TZsyh2Qbq7I/AAAAAAAABkI/Zu28F4lCFiM/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWm2JGuJxc/TZsyh2Qbq7I/AAAAAAAABkI/Zu28F4lCFiM/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHhgsOJ61Yk/TZsys-1OYhI/AAAAAAAABkM/YwWhTC_dRf4/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHhgsOJ61Yk/TZsys-1OYhI/AAAAAAAABkM/YwWhTC_dRf4/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_qxEC0kIIY/TZsy4Nur0wI/AAAAAAAABkU/tHCgnYL-K3M/s1600/IMG_0579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_qxEC0kIIY/TZsy4Nur0wI/AAAAAAAABkU/tHCgnYL-K3M/s400/IMG_0579.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this little one captured my heart. If you enlarge the picture you can see she wears a title of Buffalo Princess 2011. She was one of two princesses. Her heart soared like her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mt9tSjec8M/TZszD4LgFcI/AAAAAAAABkY/FooQ7RHPKRk/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mt9tSjec8M/TZszD4LgFcI/AAAAAAAABkY/FooQ7RHPKRk/s400/IMG_0581.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our first history and culture was celebrated this day. I don't know how many clans were represented, I wish they had given out progams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this Indian saying;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;May your mocassins make happy tracks in many snows and the rainbow always touch your shoulder."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm thanking you, God from a full heart, I'm writing the book on your wonders. I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy; I'm singing your song, High God." &lt;/em&gt;Psalms 9:1-2 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8802723554439077102?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8802723554439077102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8802723554439077102&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8802723554439077102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8802723554439077102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/04/chasco-fiesta-native-american-pow-wow.html' title='Chasco Fiesta-Native American Pow Wow'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtLfUysjGxM/TZsvibqbzMI/AAAAAAAABic/-SJPIiZcQBA/s72-c/IMG_0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5740035556822653855</id><published>2011-04-02T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:13:31.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasco Fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opossum recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genesis 1:31'/><title type='text'>Chasco Fiesta-Native American Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwfyYACqZoY/TZaEQMPTZWI/AAAAAAAABd4/2Hn2T6MQWtc/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwfyYACqZoY/TZaEQMPTZWI/AAAAAAAABd4/2Hn2T6MQWtc/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey, can you guess what this is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the annual Chasco Festival last weekend in New Port Richey. FL. Most of the events; races, boats, rides, bands, parades car shows...., take place alongside the Pithlachascotee River. (Say that fast 3 times.) We went to see the Native American Powwow Dances. Native Americans from across the country and some from Canada participated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will show you a few of the things from the booths. (Of course there was much more.) Next post I'll share some of the costumes worn for the dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, let me show you the whole picture of that thing-a-ma-jig up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9xg0UP2Pi0/TZaFFH5OKVI/AAAAAAAABeI/YPdXrdJYJlE/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9xg0UP2Pi0/TZaFFH5OKVI/AAAAAAAABeI/YPdXrdJYJlE/s400/IMG_0536.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a walking cane, or totem of some sort. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaVtUrKRtQE/TZaEu09b6gI/AAAAAAAABeE/0YFFIX4Ds4M/s1600/rabbit+pouches.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaVtUrKRtQE/TZaEu09b6gI/AAAAAAAABeE/0YFFIX4Ds4M/s400/rabbit+pouches.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are small pouches made from rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtUAwIp5m1c/TZaFecwBywI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dKvIbHiUsHQ/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtUAwIp5m1c/TZaFecwBywI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dKvIbHiUsHQ/s400/IMG_0535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They had gorgeous leather clothing and weaved items too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will leave you with one more pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remember, "head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well here they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BObQvn3vuE/TZaGr1n7JFI/AAAAAAAABeY/ezhHZ8t9RAM/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BObQvn3vuE/TZaGr1n7JFI/AAAAAAAABeY/ezhHZ8t9RAM/s400/IMG_0534.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I also bought a cookbook, titled "Indian Cooking." I'll leave you with one of the recipes....teeheee....if you remember one of my &lt;a href="http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/l-m-n-o-possum.html"&gt;earlier posts&lt;/a&gt;, you'll know why I chose this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Opossum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cook like ground hog. Remember these are greasy, eat only small amount.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿"God looked over everything he had made; it was so good, so very good!" &lt;/em&gt;Genesis 1:31 (MS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;American Indian saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"At the first sound of the whippoorwill in the spring, the Indian knew it was time for planting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How like God to use His creation to help us along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5740035556822653855?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5740035556822653855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5740035556822653855&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5740035556822653855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5740035556822653855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/04/chasco-fiesta-native-american-festival.html' title='Chasco Fiesta-Native American Festival'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwfyYACqZoY/TZaEQMPTZWI/AAAAAAAABd4/2Hn2T6MQWtc/s72-c/IMG_0539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5114655512328657595</id><published>2011-03-30T06:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:58:39.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 15:11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joylicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaydi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His joy'/><title type='text'>Joylicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmELIAWTy9M/TZI5bCS31OI/AAAAAAAABc8/faiajbOj4og/s1600/kaydi_and_disney_parade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmELIAWTy9M/TZI5bCS31OI/AAAAAAAABc8/faiajbOj4og/s400/kaydi_and_disney_parade.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of my friend Johnnie's, grand daughter. I don't know what&amp;nbsp;Kaydi saw at Disney World and to me that's not important. I just adore this picture of joy. Her spontaneous, happy&amp;nbsp;surprise&amp;nbsp;goes from her head to her toes&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkle31.com/"&gt;mom, Jill&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;captures&amp;nbsp;that moment. Her dad&amp;nbsp;can feel&amp;nbsp;her joylicious energy and smiles, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;grin every time I see this photo and just want to squeeze her. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to feel this joyful? And be contagious to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"These things I have spoken to you, that My joy may be in you, and that your joy may be made full."&lt;/em&gt; John 15:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would God smile and love it if&amp;nbsp;I showed that kind of joy over Him? Would He want to squeeze&amp;nbsp; me? (Hint: read above verse. :) ) Help me to be joylicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:Jill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5114655512328657595?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5114655512328657595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5114655512328657595&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5114655512328657595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5114655512328657595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/joylicious.html' title='Joylicious!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmELIAWTy9M/TZI5bCS31OI/AAAAAAAABc8/faiajbOj4og/s72-c/kaydi_and_disney_parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6151292063472001796</id><published>2011-03-26T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T09:18:59.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 51:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white cabinets'/><title type='text'>Whitey-Tidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8diVWTZDKLk/TY3fj_u9iEI/AAAAAAAABcs/oWBbwnTsstM/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8diVWTZDKLk/TY3fj_u9iEI/AAAAAAAABcs/oWBbwnTsstM/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My kitchen cabinets. Totally 80's right? They are that laminate, which I know you "can't" paint. Okay, there ya go, you know I'm gonna try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Home Depot and talked with a guy in the paint department&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;that I knew that you couldn't paint laminate, but why? He answered, "Oh, you can. We have paint right over there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo, hoo. I rushed to see the colors, my mind swirling with ideas already. Found it. It came in bright white and bright white. So I picked the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rC8JlHmLxjA/TY3gELIZzfI/AAAAAAAABc4/P8TxpqkF7m4/s1600/IMG_0529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rC8JlHmLxjA/TY3gELIZzfI/AAAAAAAABc4/P8TxpqkF7m4/s320/IMG_0529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whew, kitchens are a job! Our first time painting cabinets. It took 3 coats. Please ignore my stuff all around-haven't rearranged yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did say it was our first time right? Well, we had only one mistake. We&amp;nbsp;fixed it before I thought to take a picture-but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oJkmjkCjZuE/TY3f1pcQ67I/AAAAAAAABcw/I9Yg2jy8FmU/s1600/IMG_0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oJkmjkCjZuE/TY3f1pcQ67I/AAAAAAAABcw/I9Yg2jy8FmU/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My pantry cabinets-the top ones, we put on backwards. You should've seen me try to jump up to reach the handles. Ha, not a pretty sight. I wonder if I can keep these bright whites all tidy-white? But I do love the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wash me in your laundry and I'll come out clean, scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life."&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 51:7 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Father, sometimes I feel like I need another white-wash, but it's only surface stuff. Once You've washed my soul for eternity, it's only my&amp;nbsp;exterior that gets the smudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's wash&amp;nbsp;comes in bright white&amp;nbsp;or bright white. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6151292063472001796?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6151292063472001796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6151292063472001796&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6151292063472001796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6151292063472001796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/whitey-tidy.html' title='Whitey-Tidy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8diVWTZDKLk/TY3fj_u9iEI/AAAAAAAABcs/oWBbwnTsstM/s72-c/IMG_0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8193193099452995478</id><published>2011-03-23T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:00:00.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Timothy 2:2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarpon Springs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sponges'/><title type='text'>Tarpon Springs Sponges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5HcIsL2tR8o/TYk_0MtX2WI/AAAAAAAABbo/6NEVv2xcIck/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5HcIsL2tR8o/TYk_0MtX2WI/AAAAAAAABbo/6NEVv2xcIck/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tarpon Springs is just a few miles north of where I live&amp;nbsp;in FL.&amp;nbsp;This town was incorporated in 1887 by Greek immigrants. Sponges are their main tourist attraction. (Although the food and tourist stores are great, too.)Boats are available to take you out where you can&amp;nbsp;watch them&amp;nbsp;dive for&amp;nbsp;the sponges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0mhTNj5ZRg/TYlAIvAUU8I/AAAAAAAABbs/YwrVSKq4gOU/s1600/IMG_0347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0mhTNj5ZRg/TYlAIvAUU8I/AAAAAAAABbs/YwrVSKq4gOU/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This&amp;nbsp;Greek gentleman cleans and trims new sponges to sell. Most of the sponges are not this color, they must be dyed, first. He cuts the excess parts that&amp;nbsp;are rough or unsightly and cleans out the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FoPtFlCCOT0/TYlAY4jpAVI/AAAAAAAABb0/QHg-etlLhKU/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FoPtFlCCOT0/TYlAY4jpAVI/AAAAAAAABb0/QHg-etlLhKU/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are just a few types that they have for sale. In the stores they&amp;nbsp;tell you that the more you use the sponges&amp;nbsp;the cleaner and better they get. Just be sure to squeeze the excess water out. They are supposed to last a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And the things which you have heard from me in the presence of many witnesses, these entrust to faithful men, who will be able to teach others also."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Timothy 2:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sit and learn-like a sponge, yet I never squeeze that blessing out to others? Father, dye and clip me to be the "vessel" for Your use. Don't let me sit, soak and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8193193099452995478?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8193193099452995478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8193193099452995478&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8193193099452995478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8193193099452995478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/tarpon-springs-sponges.html' title='Tarpon Springs Sponges'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5HcIsL2tR8o/TYk_0MtX2WI/AAAAAAAABbo/6NEVv2xcIck/s72-c/IMG_0350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8883932059415639399</id><published>2011-03-19T18:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:57:04.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish moss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southern charm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 32:1'/><title type='text'>Spanish Moss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iO2A4_px5jA/TYUqa7rouQI/AAAAAAAABa0/_eDQCZ48MTY/s1600/IMG_0490-1%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iO2A4_px5jA/TYUqa7rouQI/AAAAAAAABa0/_eDQCZ48MTY/s400/IMG_0490-1%255B1%255D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ethereal qualities of Spanish moss found in the south is all a part of our charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-riQV-qi2WRo/TYUpmgW6YzI/AAAAAAAABas/UoYP10N0N00/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-riQV-qi2WRo/TYUpmgW6YzI/AAAAAAAABas/UoYP10N0N00/s400/IMG_0444.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here, the trees appear to&amp;nbsp;be wearing crystals, thanks to&amp;nbsp;the afternoon&amp;nbsp;sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;this lovely plant, though it cannot kill a tree, does bring harm. It can slow&amp;nbsp;its growth by cutting off the sunlight from the leaves and branches. It makes the tree less wind resistant, a danger for storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-x4hL-kcReuc/TYUoxq0PrDI/AAAAAAAABac/3xxRHpK8Q9g/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-x4hL-kcReuc/TYUoxq0PrDI/AAAAAAAABac/3xxRHpK8Q9g/s400/IMG_0477.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And since I've been on a roll with yucky posts-I'll add that three types of bats really like this stuff. Along with certain snakes and rats.&amp;nbsp;They love to hide in&amp;nbsp;its cover.&amp;nbsp;Gross, huh? Now how 'bout that Southern charm? No wise cracks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But there is good. Moss has been used for mattresses, car seat padding, mulch and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So what's a refined, cultured person supposed to think about moss? I say, look&amp;nbsp;from a distance and ﻿take pictures, but don't let it grow on your trees, ya'll hear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered!"&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 32:1﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What things do I&amp;nbsp;have growing&amp;nbsp;or hiding in me, yet is in plain view&amp;nbsp;of God's eyes? How blessed to be forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8883932059415639399?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8883932059415639399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8883932059415639399&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8883932059415639399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8883932059415639399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/spanish-moss.html' title='Spanish Moss'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iO2A4_px5jA/TYUqa7rouQI/AAAAAAAABa0/_eDQCZ48MTY/s72-c/IMG_0490-1%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5990243320192014661</id><published>2011-03-16T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:48:20.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 104:24'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leafrollers'/><title type='text'>Loitering Leafrollers!</title><content type='html'>It's that fun to say? Kind'a sounds like a Batman phrase. But believe me, they are not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you can tell what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oHGWe-M9du4/TYEnlpELW5I/AAAAAAAABZ8/1sLGDdC_zOQ/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oHGWe-M9du4/TYEnlpELW5I/AAAAAAAABZ8/1sLGDdC_zOQ/s640/IMG_0515.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm talking about that green thing with black on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course~it's a Leafroller loitering in my back yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with loitering in my yard. Specifically under my oak trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QEut-EB5qrM/TYEl8G2X1MI/AAAAAAAABZs/rOJ3wBlOEJw/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QEut-EB5qrM/TYEl8G2X1MI/AAAAAAAABZs/rOJ3wBlOEJw/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Each spring these green caterpillar/worms spin a single string of web from the branches of my oak trees all the way to the ground. They sway about in the air because they are so light. YUK. (You know there are things about spring that aren't so pretty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PojAcvJlIi4/TYEm4AefB9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/CmVrDLdceJs/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PojAcvJlIi4/TYEm4AefB9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/CmVrDLdceJs/s400/IMG_0518.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The green Leafrollers/Leaftiers&amp;nbsp;devour foliage and&amp;nbsp;become a great delicacy for Mocking birds. Great. I just wish I wouldn't run into their little one-stringed web and get them on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they aren't eaten by birds, they turn into little moths. Feast on, oh wing-ed fowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What a wildly wonderful world, GOD! You made it all, with Wisdom at you side, made earth overflow with your wonderful creations."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 104:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did You ever think up all these different things? Father, may I respect the wonderfulness of Your variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5990243320192014661?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5990243320192014661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5990243320192014661&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5990243320192014661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5990243320192014661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/loitering-leafrollers.html' title='Loitering Leafrollers!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oHGWe-M9du4/TYEnlpELW5I/AAAAAAAABZ8/1sLGDdC_zOQ/s72-c/IMG_0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1846465746771833033</id><published>2011-03-11T17:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:30:00.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Corinthians 5:17'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lizard molting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new creature'/><title type='text'>Ick on a Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eOJBwX1M0g8/TXlUsmtfygI/AAAAAAAABXg/4Kr0vd9_eMc/s1600/IMG_0494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eOJBwX1M0g8/TXlUsmtfygI/AAAAAAAABXg/4Kr0vd9_eMc/s400/IMG_0494.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;noticed a white flappy thing on&amp;nbsp;this branch and&amp;nbsp;a lizard with his orange throat bulging in and out. Oh, I just had to get my camera! Again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this lizard looked anemic and he&amp;nbsp;started eating that white filmy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ojWGYjk0Hx0/TXlU855D1AI/AAAAAAAABXk/SKHqdLxAeRk/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ojWGYjk0Hx0/TXlU855D1AI/AAAAAAAABXk/SKHqdLxAeRk/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought he must be an albino lizard and I still didn't know what he was chomping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZP7YY-sqj7o/TXlVKBVicMI/AAAAAAAABXs/dmR0XrLks_0/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZP7YY-sqj7o/TXlVKBVicMI/AAAAAAAABXs/dmR0XrLks_0/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In just a few&amp;nbsp;seconds of watching and waiting he started to change color. By the time I walked around to the other side of the bush he had almost finished his snack and was now the color of a regular anode lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Cb9GPfDxBTc/TXlVVxzNCyI/AAAAAAAABXw/wEHVaMP9XHE/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Cb9GPfDxBTc/TXlVVxzNCyI/AAAAAAAABXw/wEHVaMP9XHE/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Curiosity made me look up info on lizards. And yes, some of you might all ready know, they do molt. I didn't know that. But what is really icky is that they eat the shedded skin. I found out that the skin gives them calcium and nutrients. And they are fastidious about their grooming-so they don't like to&amp;nbsp;leave a mess behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was amazing, even if a bit gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If therefore any man is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold new things have come."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I was ugly in the Lord's eyes, before He made a new creature out of me. And He took all my mess away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Pray for the people of Japan. I have no words for the devastation seen on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1846465746771833033?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1846465746771833033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1846465746771833033&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1846465746771833033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1846465746771833033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/ick-on-stick.html' title='Ick on a Stick'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eOJBwX1M0g8/TXlUsmtfygI/AAAAAAAABXg/4Kr0vd9_eMc/s72-c/IMG_0494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8208584989016866593</id><published>2011-03-09T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T06:00:00.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew 11:29'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida Christian Writers Conference'/><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xvNxnGQRvj8/TXaP4BHMhoI/AAAAAAAABWc/zXzJDsyR3LU/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xvNxnGQRvj8/TXaP4BHMhoI/AAAAAAAABWc/zXzJDsyR3LU/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some of us at the conference. These are my good friends Clella and Laura and Johnnie-&lt;a href="http://kindredheartwriters.com/"&gt;Kindred Heart Writers&lt;/a&gt; all. But sadly our fifth&amp;nbsp;heart, Jeanie,&amp;nbsp;could not come.&amp;nbsp; Sniff....sniff. We all only get together one time a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kDJrekRGb5c/TXaQoKpN3WI/AAAAAAAABWg/rKdNZfurREE/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kDJrekRGb5c/TXaQoKpN3WI/AAAAAAAABWg/rKdNZfurREE/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, there's a story about those cupcakes! If I'm bribbed, I might tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And style shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2EuRo4dkLW0/TXaQzUyFFUI/AAAAAAAABWk/K3GqkVauOns/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2EuRo4dkLW0/TXaQzUyFFUI/AAAAAAAABWk/K3GqkVauOns/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And met more new friends. This is Alisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q8K22cieCX8/TXaQ8NuTG_I/AAAAAAAABWo/vr9tBLOkVSI/s1600/IMG_0483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q8K22cieCX8/TXaQ8NuTG_I/AAAAAAAABWo/vr9tBLOkVSI/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, and of course went to the wonderful classes, bought books,&amp;nbsp;met editors, authors, agents,&amp;nbsp;and became inspired once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conferences&amp;nbsp;help me renew&amp;nbsp;my dedication to&amp;nbsp;write. (They can be daunting, too.) But whooeee. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think whatever interests you have, a good learning get-a-way should be required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Walk with me and work with me-watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace."&lt;/em&gt; Matthew 11:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me be a good student of Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8208584989016866593?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8208584989016866593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8208584989016866593&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8208584989016866593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8208584989016866593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xvNxnGQRvj8/TXaP4BHMhoI/AAAAAAAABWc/zXzJDsyR3LU/s72-c/IMG_0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6962133272749777768</id><published>2011-03-02T06:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T06:00:20.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLCWC'/><title type='text'>Florida Christian Writers Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1taAPJJ0Ymc/TWzsuFlPSVI/AAAAAAAABU0/b-OQm7VvyHY/s1600/khw-pov.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1taAPJJ0Ymc/TWzsuFlPSVI/AAAAAAAABU0/b-OQm7VvyHY/s400/khw-pov.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ha, talk about different POVs! (Points of Views) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what is fun about a conference. You meet different editors, writers, and agents all teaching their specialty. Plus meeting some great friends. Sooo, I'll be there through Sunday. Hopefully, promoting my latest goofy writing to some willing editor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back blogging sometime next week with my mind full of instructions and techniques. (My bag will probably be full of new books too. yikes-sorry hubby.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya'll behave yourselves while I'm gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know which one is me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6962133272749777768?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6962133272749777768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6962133272749777768&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6962133272749777768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6962133272749777768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/03/florida-christian-writers-conference.html' title='Florida Christian Writers Conference'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1taAPJJ0Ymc/TWzsuFlPSVI/AAAAAAAABU0/b-OQm7VvyHY/s72-c/khw-pov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7311963203749370516</id><published>2011-02-26T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:31:18.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hippos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galatians 6:2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burdens'/><title type='text'>Take a Load Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UzHyYz9HL-Q/TWmFuwl7YGI/AAAAAAAABSM/nVvbCljCUAA/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UzHyYz9HL-Q/TWmFuwl7YGI/AAAAAAAABSM/nVvbCljCUAA/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This hippo&amp;nbsp;lives at&amp;nbsp;Busch Gardens. I've&amp;nbsp;watched them on TV&amp;nbsp;as they&amp;nbsp;stomp and splash into the water. Then they&amp;nbsp;float around with&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;eyes and visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...of course they float, they have plenty of extra fat.&amp;nbsp;Seriously, you&amp;nbsp;wouldn't think that would help them float, would you? Hmmmm, seems like I float well, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But I don't&amp;nbsp;often see them under the water. Check this picture out. His feet aren't even touching the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ALMJItXT0tU/TWmFvF51pcI/AAAAAAAABSQ/TT7YDU7yDZM/s1600/IMG_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ALMJItXT0tU/TWmFvF51pcI/AAAAAAAABSQ/TT7YDU7yDZM/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As big as he is, his swimming is graceful. Looks like he is pointing his toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think God wanted some part of them to be graceful. The water "takes a load off" and refreshes, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ."&lt;/em&gt; Galatians 6:2 (TNIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, if somone heavy with burdens, may I help lighten his load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7311963203749370516?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7311963203749370516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7311963203749370516&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7311963203749370516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7311963203749370516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/take-load-off.html' title='Take a Load Off'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UzHyYz9HL-Q/TWmFuwl7YGI/AAAAAAAABSM/nVvbCljCUAA/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5383453503902566012</id><published>2011-02-23T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:00:08.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clearwater Marine Aquarium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Corinthians 12:9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Clearwater Marine Aquarium and Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-595TXsq25QA/TWPfWbjd1PI/AAAAAAAABMA/d7uqMF5co3I/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-595TXsq25QA/TWPfWbjd1PI/AAAAAAAABMA/d7uqMF5co3I/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Clearwater Marine Aquarium is literally a life saver for so many area water creatures. Most of the site is open to the public. They&amp;nbsp;demonstrate and educate the public about all things marine life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney recently made a movie about Winter, the tailless dolphin here. Yes, it's a true story and Winter&amp;nbsp;lives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjQuuyXkG0M/TWPhquTubAI/AAAAAAAABM0/mZ2dwjtjjHE/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjQuuyXkG0M/TWPhquTubAI/AAAAAAAABM0/mZ2dwjtjjHE/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was tangled in a crab trap. Rescuers freed her, but her tail had to be amputated. She can swim some but not well. Someone with a lot of know-how invented this tail for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlJxcc3eM_Y/TWPhr1pR__I/AAAAAAAABM8/ydoXsCu7gfE/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlJxcc3eM_Y/TWPhr1pR__I/AAAAAAAABM8/ydoXsCu7gfE/s400/IMG_0252.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Now she can swim vertically and horizontally. She is a "spokesperson"&amp;nbsp;for other amputees. Both young and old come to interact with her. And the Disney&amp;nbsp;movie set built a special tank and left other goodies for us to enjoy after the movie was finished. (Should be out this summer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And then he said to me; 'My grace is enough; it's all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Corinthians 12:9 (MS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Awww, man, you mean I can't use "my" limitations as an excuse?&amp;nbsp;My limits are not His limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, where's my tail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5383453503902566012?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5383453503902566012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5383453503902566012&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5383453503902566012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5383453503902566012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/clearwater-marine-aquarium-and-winter.html' title='Clearwater Marine Aquarium and Winter'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-595TXsq25QA/TWPfWbjd1PI/AAAAAAAABMA/d7uqMF5co3I/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7837956757712898461</id><published>2011-02-19T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:58:55.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galatians 5:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful running'/><title type='text'>Joyful Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmnVpCrbxCQ/TWBkF1vwvSI/AAAAAAAABKs/3qywEmxKdME/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmnVpCrbxCQ/TWBkF1vwvSI/AAAAAAAABKs/3qywEmxKdME/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baseball is almost here! Hubby and I went to the Tampa Bay Rays Fan Fest today. The crowds were there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOE3uog2r7k/TWBkHDhkC_I/AAAAAAAABK4/7FOhdgjeSIM/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOE3uog2r7k/TWBkHDhkC_I/AAAAAAAABK4/7FOhdgjeSIM/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See?&amp;nbsp;They had&amp;nbsp;games and activities for adults and kids to do. Autographs, give-aways, selling season tickets-all there to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There was one activity I kind'a wanted to do, but thought it would be silly with no kids in tow. I probably could've borrowed somebody's, ya think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhTSpBzMkLw/TWBkIicOdCI/AAAAAAAABLM/iQRNNqjCNHs/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhTSpBzMkLw/TWBkIicOdCI/AAAAAAAABLM/iQRNNqjCNHs/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Run the bases.&amp;nbsp;The Dad there&amp;nbsp;wanted to run fast&amp;nbsp;so he&amp;nbsp;put his kid on his shoulders. Why can't us, ahem, older folk have that kind of fun? Oh, the joy of running where you never get to run.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You were running superbly! Who cut in on you, deflecting you from the true course of obedience?"&lt;/em&gt; Galatians 5:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I become so set in my ways that I don't try new exciting things? What if that's what the Lord wants me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapping on my tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7837956757712898461?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7837956757712898461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7837956757712898461&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7837956757712898461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7837956757712898461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/joyful-running.html' title='Joyful Running'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmnVpCrbxCQ/TWBkF1vwvSI/AAAAAAAABKs/3qywEmxKdME/s72-c/IMG_0414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8888302787179904856</id><published>2011-02-16T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:23:58.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 6:31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarpon Springs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishermen'/><title type='text'>Kiss a Fish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eswduXdGVc/TVlJVGGRM3I/AAAAAAAABJw/Xdh_Xe8NERE/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eswduXdGVc/TVlJVGGRM3I/AAAAAAAABJw/Xdh_Xe8NERE/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here in Tarpon Springs, FL fishermen and spongers&amp;nbsp;line the marina.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;town is mostly Greek and&amp;nbsp;they have an&amp;nbsp;area, called the Sponge Docks. Very touristy and fun to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and I&amp;nbsp;saw this boat, which had just pulled in from days of deep water fishing. The boat&amp;nbsp;docked behind a fish market and this man&amp;nbsp;was unloading their catch. He throws the frozen fish down that chute you see on the right. I assume it shoots straight down to the inside of the market. Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fisherman continued working while we stood and watched, I guess not wanting to waste time and get on&amp;nbsp;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his guy! We must've looked liked tourists with our cameras and he took a few minutes and played the ham. Did make for a good picture though and made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IodocjiNVE/TVlJV7mCICI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0ivtRG-9TRI/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IodocjiNVE/TVlJV7mCICI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0ivtRG-9TRI/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here is a simple rule of thumb for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you; then grab the initiative and do it for them!" &lt;/em&gt;Luke 6:31 (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father may I stop in my schedule&amp;nbsp;long enough to brighten a day or give a laugh or two. But Lord, don't&amp;nbsp;make me&amp;nbsp;kiss a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8888302787179904856?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8888302787179904856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8888302787179904856&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8888302787179904856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8888302787179904856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/kiss-fish.html' title='Kiss a Fish?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eswduXdGVc/TVlJVGGRM3I/AAAAAAAABJw/Xdh_Xe8NERE/s72-c/IMG_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1009521664314574078</id><published>2011-02-12T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:00:00.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windshield wipers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Timothy 4:2'/><title type='text'>My Sunshine Wipers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmdt3_U3Gos/TVWXcCM4ABI/AAAAAAAABJQ/jeTU4rOlpuw/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmdt3_U3Gos/TVWXcCM4ABI/AAAAAAAABJQ/jeTU4rOlpuw/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After work the other night,&amp;nbsp;it was dark and raining. I got in my car and my windshield wipers wouldn't work. Luckily at night with the street lights it seemed a bit easier to see through the rain, also being familiar with the&amp;nbsp;road helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next day, I thought about taking the van to the mechanic, but since it was sunny-they worked. Argh! I called my mechanic and he needs to see them when they &lt;em&gt;won't &lt;/em&gt;work to diagnose the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, fine. The following morning, with the dew all over my windshield, they wouldn't work, but by the time I got home, and oh, yeah, it was sunny, they worked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be ready in season, and out of season."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Timothy 4:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may I do what You created me to do whether I feel like it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1009521664314574078?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1009521664314574078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1009521664314574078&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1009521664314574078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1009521664314574078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-sunshine-wipers.html' title='My Sunshine Wipers'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmdt3_U3Gos/TVWXcCM4ABI/AAAAAAAABJQ/jeTU4rOlpuw/s72-c/IMG_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3277112946844081470</id><published>2011-02-09T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:15:24.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecclesiates 9:10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><title type='text'>Who's to Blame?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TVL7OiJvtTI/AAAAAAAABI4/jysrzIN5Njo/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TVL7OiJvtTI/AAAAAAAABI4/jysrzIN5Njo/s400/IMG_0394.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can you see what this says? "Cannot display web page."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am posting today using my hubby's wireless connection that he needs for work. I'm sorry I haven't visited ya'll&amp;nbsp;this week-but this is why. My cable connection would work for a minute, then cut out. Or it wouldn't open any emails-just sat there spinning, spinning and even that got slower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my, then the wheel stopped. Frustration and aggravation! I am just fit to be fried. I had planned to do a lot of research and rewriting this past weekend for the upcoming Florida Writers Conference, which is&amp;nbsp;the first week in March.&amp;nbsp;But nooooo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have a bit of hope,&lt;em&gt; tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; the cable guy comes out with a new modem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, all this is that bit of wire and it's connection's fault or the cable service, right? Noooooo. Mine. I have waited until the last weeks to buckle down and write. Tell me I'm not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿"Whatever your hand finds to do, verily do it with all your might."&lt;/em&gt; Ecclesiastes 9:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why do I wait? Lord may I not blame others for things I need to take care of in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3277112946844081470?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3277112946844081470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3277112946844081470&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3277112946844081470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3277112946844081470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/whose-to-blame.html' title='Who&apos;s to Blame?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TVL7OiJvtTI/AAAAAAAABI4/jysrzIN5Njo/s72-c/IMG_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3131196760862010864</id><published>2011-02-05T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:08:28.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm 91:14-16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold-on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opossum'/><title type='text'>L, M. N, O-Possum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TU1fVvsenjI/AAAAAAAABII/VJ_7A7CiEhc/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TU1fVvsenjI/AAAAAAAABII/VJ_7A7CiEhc/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just when I think I have seen it all in my backyard, this happens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;dark and foggy&amp;nbsp;early one morning last week. I was&amp;nbsp;drinking my coffee before work when we heard&amp;nbsp;a loud noise. It sounded&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;a huge heavy-weight squirrel pounced on my patio screen. Hubbie and dog jumped up to look. Hubbie turned on the light, but didn't see anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dogs next door started barking frantically and their owner had to call them inside several times. We thought then it was&amp;nbsp;one of the neighborhood's&amp;nbsp;"free range" cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was light I let Major out again. He ran behind the trees and bushes and stopped dead in his tracks and just stared. Sooo, I walked around and saw this! On our PVC fence!! I frantically called the dog in and got my camera. (Okay-I'm a nut case with the pics...sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TU1fVK4aGxI/AAAAAAAABIA/RYtGLGTnz3g/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TU1fVK4aGxI/AAAAAAAABIA/RYtGLGTnz3g/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Euuueeeee! What to do? Those possums are creepy. He was stuck there-dogs on either side. The animal control wanted too much money to come get him. So, I went on to work, and sometime in the morning he got down. Amazing! (He must have jumped to the fence from a tree?) As much as I was scared, he must've been more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TU1fur3cgFI/AAAAAAAABIU/vbmq-gVB06M/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TU1fur3cgFI/AAAAAAAABIU/vbmq-gVB06M/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"'If you'll hold on to me for dear life,' says&amp;nbsp;God, 'I'll get you out of&amp;nbsp;any trouble. I'll give you the best of care if you'll only get to know and trust me. Call me and I'll answer, be at your side in bad times; I'll rescue you, then throw you a party. I'll give you a long life,&amp;nbsp;give you a long drink of salvation!'"&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 91:14-16&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lord, I'm a'holding! Remember the O-Possum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos:karenevans﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3131196760862010864?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3131196760862010864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3131196760862010864&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3131196760862010864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3131196760862010864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/l-m-n-o-possum.html' title='L, M. N, O-Possum!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TU1fVvsenjI/AAAAAAAABII/VJ_7A7CiEhc/s72-c/IMG_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2807761438911995541</id><published>2011-02-02T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:00:18.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gentle chirps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elijah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Kings 19:11-13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whisper'/><title type='text'>Gentle Chirps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TUXVciwgoGI/AAAAAAAABFA/u1esT9Wjc_8/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="369" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TUXVciwgoGI/AAAAAAAABFA/u1esT9Wjc_8/s640/IMG_0377.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waiting on my dog to do his "thing" in the back yard, I saw little shadows flit over my head. I heard gentle little chirps.&amp;nbsp;I knew&amp;nbsp;the birds&amp;nbsp;were there. But I couldn't see them. Major was focused on this tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got my camera to zoom in and find what kind of bird was chirping. Why? Oh, just because, and doing this same chore gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just took a bunch of&amp;nbsp;pics&amp;nbsp;in the area where I thought they might be. After I uploaded the pictures, I enlarged them and found this one! Yay! I couldn't believe how well this little&amp;nbsp;guy blended right in with the tree. No wonder I couldn't find him when he landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then he was told, 'Go, stand on the mountain at attention before God, God will pass by.' A hurricane wind ripped thought the mountains and shattered the rocks before God, but God wasn't to be found in the wind; after the wind, an earthquake, but God wasn't in the earthquake; and after the earthquake, fire, but God wasn't in the fire; and after the fire a gentle and quiet whisper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Elijah heard the quiet voice, he muffled his face with his great cloak; went to the mouth of the cave, and stood there. A quiet voice asked..."&lt;/em&gt; 1 Kings 19:11-13 (Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I wait for God in the great and wild things, when He probably wants to talk to my life in quiet, gentle ways. The little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Elijah, may I be responsive to the whisper of God and stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2807761438911995541?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2807761438911995541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2807761438911995541&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2807761438911995541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2807761438911995541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/02/gentle-chirps.html' title='Gentle Chirps'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TUXVciwgoGI/AAAAAAAABFA/u1esT9Wjc_8/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2519247239224142323</id><published>2011-01-29T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T08:17:27.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans 15:7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curvey pine tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accept others'/><title type='text'>Accept the Curves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TUKt1RbOQCI/AAAAAAAABDk/h-j4j-MoKdI/s1600/P1010570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TUKt1RbOQCI/AAAAAAAABDk/h-j4j-MoKdI/s400/P1010570.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know, I'm a bit strange, but the twisted limbs on this pine tree caught my eye. I love the artistic curves and twirls. Most pine trees that I know are just straight-limbed. This one has dropped some of it's needles already, but that made this picture even more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come in all different ways. Not all are straight and even. Some have lost their needles. (Isn't that a nice way to put it?) But shouldn't that make them more interesting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I might even be in that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wherefore, accept one another, just as Christ also accepted us to the glory of God."&lt;/em&gt; Romans 15:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,&amp;nbsp;let me rejoice in&amp;nbsp;the uniqueness of each person weathered by their environment, heritage or personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2519247239224142323?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2519247239224142323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2519247239224142323&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2519247239224142323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2519247239224142323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/accept-curves.html' title='Accept the Curves'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TUKt1RbOQCI/AAAAAAAABDk/h-j4j-MoKdI/s72-c/P1010570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8559035007809395995</id><published>2011-01-26T06:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:49:52.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bind up wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 147:3'/><title type='text'>Okay, Who Does This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TT770i9-9wI/AAAAAAAABDA/mu8tgCscTUQ/s1600/P1010571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TT770i9-9wI/AAAAAAAABDA/mu8tgCscTUQ/s320/P1010571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Normally our garbage fits and stays nicely in these heavy duty bags. This particular week we did&amp;nbsp;major&lt;br /&gt;cleaning in the garage. Crushed down some metal items and stuffed them in the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you're supposed to do, right? Stuff them in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the ends still poked out through the bag. So being considerate of my garbage men, I placed duct tape over those "pokey" ends to keep the men from hurting themselves. (Or was it, I didn't want to look like the local junk yard?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, honestly, has anyone else ever done this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm147:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a major overhaul in life comes and the regular "bags" I use don't work, Lord please duct tape all the gaping open wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8559035007809395995?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8559035007809395995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8559035007809395995&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8559035007809395995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8559035007809395995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/okay-who-does-this.html' title='Okay, Who Does This?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TT770i9-9wI/AAAAAAAABDA/mu8tgCscTUQ/s72-c/P1010571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2318420919756787560</id><published>2011-01-22T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:35:01.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms 36:9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>Three Views, One Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TTrppYSodCI/AAAAAAAABC0/Z56p8FHtq4g/s1600/IMG_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TTrppYSodCI/AAAAAAAABC0/Z56p8FHtq4g/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OH, no, this plane is going to crash into the moon! At least&amp;nbsp;from my view point. I'm down below next to this palm tree. (I was trying to get this neat picture of the moon during daytime and then this airplane flew right into my viewfinder.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from the planes vantage point, the people inside&amp;nbsp;probably don't even see me standing in my front yard waving my camera to the sky. But they can see the moon even better, yet know they aren't headed anywhere near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang with me-the moon, if there was anyone on it, knows for a fact the plane's not gonna' crash into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it sure looks like it to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In Thy light we see light."&lt;/em&gt; Palms 36:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel sometimes. My circumstances are going to crash into something horrible, far away. I can see it in my mind's eye and heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from God's vantage point, He knows half of what I imagine will never come to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord may Your facts over rule what my worries see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2318420919756787560?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2318420919756787560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2318420919756787560&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2318420919756787560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2318420919756787560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-views-one-fact.html' title='Three Views, One Fact'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TTrppYSodCI/AAAAAAAABC0/Z56p8FHtq4g/s72-c/IMG_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4697321796584364898</id><published>2011-01-18T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:51:04.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulture vandals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James 1:19-21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Vulture Vandalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="videoElement nowplaying"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/components/video/vultures-are-vandals-at-myakka-river-state-park/750592958001/2652468001/"&gt;&lt;img height="156" src="http://brightcove.vo.llnwd.net/d13/unsecured/media/1486870331/1486870331_750752950001_OT-332823-HO-VULTURESx.jpg?pubId=1486870331" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="videoElement nowplaying"&gt;(Photo:Tampa Bay. com) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link &lt;a href="http://vultures./"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/components/video/vultures-are-vandals-at-myakka-river-state-park/750592958001/2652468001"&gt;http://www.tampabay.com/components/video/vultures-are-vandals-at-myakka-river-state-park/750592958001/2652468001&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see video of these rather unattractive birds and what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper article said Nissans was their car of choice.&amp;nbsp;But they also like roof shingles, seat cushions on boats, and vehicles. Oh, and screens and pool covers seem to attract them. They really don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vultures&amp;nbsp;are not attractive to me, but I know God made them for a specific purpose. To clean up the dead animals. Now that I think of it, a nice dainty white feathered bird would look really gross eating a dead thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Donaghy, a park biologist at Myakka&amp;nbsp;River State Park&amp;nbsp;has never touched one. Besides being mean and big, they smell. She states the Turkey vultures have a unique defense, they projectile vomit. OH YUK! Can you imagine dead stuff vomit??? Okay enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't get over the question of&amp;nbsp; "why,"&amp;nbsp;why were&amp;nbsp;they acting out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Post this at all the intersections, dear friends; Lead with your ears, follow up with your tongue, and let anger straggle along in the rear. God's righteousness doesn't grow from human anger. So throw all spoiled virtue and cancerous evil in the garbage."&lt;/em&gt; James 1:19-21 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I acted out in anger, only to make as much sense as these vulture vandals? Do my words stink? I probably look just as ugly, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father don't let me dig in the garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4697321796584364898?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4697321796584364898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4697321796584364898&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4697321796584364898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4697321796584364898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/vulture-vandalism.html' title='Vulture Vandalism'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2627277252937898921</id><published>2011-01-15T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:00:01.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galatians 5:22-23'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-control'/><title type='text'>I Toad You So!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TTC8r6diOBI/AAAAAAAABBg/LOa5gtgg1ys/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TTC8r6diOBI/AAAAAAAABBg/LOa5gtgg1ys/s640/IMG_0062.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me after all my Christmas goodies&amp;nbsp;with the&amp;nbsp;family. We had tons of food. My son helped me make the most delicious standing rib roast and&amp;nbsp;dijon-marmalade ham to name a few. Then we had cookies, snacks and my daughter made wonderful truffles and other candies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with my amazing will power I ate all that I could, fearing there would be nothing left the next day. HA! There was even some left over after I sent everyone home with stuff. And I know it's sinful to waste things, so I couldn't just throw it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get this. Libbie at &lt;a href="http://themiddlestsister.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Middlest Sister&lt;/a&gt; has a contest going for the best looking cupcake and I'm considering it!! (See her post dated, Monday, Jan. 10th.) Now you know you can't make just ONE cupcake......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take a picture of what kind of toad this is, so if anyone knows, please tell me. (Taken again at Busch Gardens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy....gentleness, self-control&lt;/em&gt; (self-restraint.) Galatians 5:22-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why did that word get slipped in there? I guess my angst with it shows how much I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord, just one more cupcake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2627277252937898921?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2627277252937898921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2627277252937898921&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2627277252937898921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2627277252937898921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-toad-you-so.html' title='I Toad You So!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TTC8r6diOBI/AAAAAAAABBg/LOa5gtgg1ys/s72-c/IMG_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5296166339521141884</id><published>2011-01-12T06:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:00:03.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippians 4:19'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Moments'/><title type='text'>Creative Moments of Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSx6IizZ08I/AAAAAAAABAg/8MjVxqCLNiE/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSx6IizZ08I/AAAAAAAABAg/8MjVxqCLNiE/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the moment this picture captured. NOT that my mouth was going, but that my son and grand kids are all doing a craft together.&amp;nbsp;My granddaughter&amp;nbsp;and I went outside&amp;nbsp;and found&amp;nbsp;cool leaf and fern shapes. There were plenty around and she chose her favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supplied the acrylic paints, paper and crayons. It was a wonderful time. We talked, painted, and enjoyed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSx6Izt7lxI/AAAAAAAABAs/4jD4t_yXi6o/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSx6Izt7lxI/AAAAAAAABAs/4jD4t_yXi6o/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what my granddaughter created. She went for the tie-dyed look. I love it with all the colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can be sure that God will take care of everything you need, his generosity exceeding even yours in the glory that pours from Jesus."&lt;/em&gt; Philippians 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What craft does God want me to do? But, Lord....I don't have.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has supplied all that I need to do whatever He calls me to do. And you know what's best? He enjoys creating that talent with us. He&amp;nbsp;delights in those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5296166339521141884?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5296166339521141884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5296166339521141884&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5296166339521141884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5296166339521141884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/creative-moments-of-delight.html' title='Creative Moments of Delight'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSx6IizZ08I/AAAAAAAABAg/8MjVxqCLNiE/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3063177594415377810</id><published>2011-01-08T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:39:44.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty and strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busch Gardens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ephesians 3:14-19'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tigers'/><title type='text'>Beauty and Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSdn2K_9aKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/__Y2_Gt1jYM/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSdn2K_9aKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/__Y2_Gt1jYM/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love tigers.&amp;nbsp;I took these photos&amp;nbsp;at Busch Gardens. When we've been&amp;nbsp;to the exhibit before, they've been&amp;nbsp;asleep. But this was later in the day and some were prowling about. I'm in awe of the beauty that belies their&amp;nbsp;strength. (Sorry about some of the reflection, all these pics were taken through the exhibit windows.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSdn20yeL5I/AAAAAAAAA-4/LFM9ya8pzIk/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSdn20yeL5I/AAAAAAAAA-4/LFM9ya8pzIk/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We soon discovered that it was feeding time as this one kept going to the door. Some were getting a bit cranky, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart felt sorry that these animals who are physically&amp;nbsp;able eat&amp;nbsp;whatever they catch,&amp;nbsp;had to wait for others now&amp;nbsp;to feed them. I love Busch G., but I guess it's just seeing all that strength going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My response is to get down on my knees before the Father, this magnificent Father who parcels out all heaven and earth. I ask him to strengthen you by his Spirit-not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength-that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you'll be able to take in with all followers of Jesus the extravagant dimensions of Christ's love. Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb the depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God."&lt;/em&gt; Ephesians 3:14-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my spiritual strength dependant on others? Church, teachers, friends? Or do I spend some time learning on my own to feed my&amp;nbsp;inner strength through His Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&amp;nbsp;my aging exterior belie&amp;nbsp;the inner strength. Praying all us'n live this year to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSdn36uE46I/AAAAAAAAA_E/Y6SYtHUDs7c/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSdn36uE46I/AAAAAAAAA_E/Y6SYtHUDs7c/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, this is just an extra picture. That's my son and grandson across the exhibit waving to us~ &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3063177594415377810?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3063177594415377810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3063177594415377810&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3063177594415377810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3063177594415377810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-and-strength.html' title='Beauty and Strength'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSdn2K_9aKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/__Y2_Gt1jYM/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2941020841715963444</id><published>2011-01-04T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:15:32.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Thessalonians 5:24'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>My Christmas was wonderful. My home was filled to the brim with family. Enjoyed every moment and missed all ya'll. I will be visiting soon. But of course, like a proud Grammy, I have to show you pics of my fun. So hang with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I have to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had young and old, sorry Mom and Dad (it's a football pillow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMw603sTMI/AAAAAAAAA8w/pMgtHMOGeJY/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMw603sTMI/AAAAAAAAA8w/pMgtHMOGeJY/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and tickling and plopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMv02tBFpI/AAAAAAAAA84/MSFL4GjjNQA/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMv02tBFpI/AAAAAAAAA84/MSFL4GjjNQA/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMv1W5WM0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/hdHRIc_ZWms/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMv1W5WM0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/hdHRIc_ZWms/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and smiling and "trying to be mean" (they all love the football)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMv2EyjTII/AAAAAAAAA9E/2A5VK8dbav4/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMv2EyjTII/AAAAAAAAA9E/2A5VK8dbav4/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to smooching and hugging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSM0mp-evCI/AAAAAAAAA94/6-_68ZO8CjU/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSM0mp-evCI/AAAAAAAAA94/6-_68ZO8CjU/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMwQQUm2II/AAAAAAAAA9Q/m2-56ukcUZg/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMwQQUm2II/AAAAAAAAA9Q/m2-56ukcUZg/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMwRvlaBUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ki95MSfD54k/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMwRvlaBUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ki95MSfD54k/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all tired for the night. (Yes, I have 2 football pillows)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMwSDu2JfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/wI_4Y3p9JGk/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMwSDu2JfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/wI_4Y3p9JGk/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew, me too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this new year and all it's surprises. (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Faithful is He who calls you, and He also will bring it to pass."&lt;/em&gt; 1 Thessalonians 5:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DO know is that God is with us all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2941020841715963444?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2941020841715963444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2941020841715963444&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2941020841715963444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2941020841715963444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaack!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TSMw603sTMI/AAAAAAAAA8w/pMgtHMOGeJY/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1411606314575721804</id><published>2010-12-16T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:57:59.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew1:21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas faces'/><title type='text'>Christmas Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHf6cieJI/AAAAAAAAA60/QAiXd__isoY/s1600/shelly+christmas+doll.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHf6cieJI/AAAAAAAAA60/QAiXd__isoY/s320/shelly+christmas+doll.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whether&amp;nbsp;young﻿ or old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqUy-IUVeI/AAAAAAAAA7c/q3CpEqr3xhY/s1600/christmas+buc-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqUy-IUVeI/AAAAAAAAA7c/q3CpEqr3xhY/s320/christmas+buc-2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHeuraPdI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ak8eebsMTiM/s1600/ashley+christmas.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHeuraPdI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ak8eebsMTiM/s320/ashley+christmas.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas brings expressions&amp;nbsp;to faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHewryZmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/e0i5A4_sFg4/s1600/david+christmas+gi+joe.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHewryZmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/e0i5A4_sFg4/s320/david+christmas+gi+joe.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHfTefnOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nyRzN2XalQY/s1600/christmas+faces+kids.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHfTefnOI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nyRzN2XalQY/s320/christmas+faces+kids.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqL9l9jdXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wFf1eo_CKWQ/s1600/video+game+guys+christmas.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqL9l9jdXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wFf1eo_CKWQ/s320/video+game+guys+christmas.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watch&amp;nbsp;the faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHfK5UZWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/pA1utg--HT0/s1600/madee+pawpaw+santa.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHfK5UZWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/pA1utg--HT0/s320/madee+pawpaw+santa.jpeg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I pray that each of you dear friends have many happy faces this Christmas. My house will be full&amp;nbsp;and running over this year. I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will be my last post until after Christmas. I may get to peek in&amp;nbsp;on you once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And she will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for it is He who will save His people from their sins." &lt;/em&gt;Matthew 1:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if that doesn't bring a smile to your face.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1411606314575721804?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1411606314575721804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1411606314575721804&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1411606314575721804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1411606314575721804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-faces.html' title='Christmas Faces'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TQqHf6cieJI/AAAAAAAAA60/QAiXd__isoY/s72-c/shelly+christmas+doll.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4745316679780554591</id><published>2010-12-07T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:38:50.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew 2:9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Treasures'/><title type='text'>December Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TP6fIC553eI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9xMGZqys_kM/s1600/P1010575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TP6fIC553eI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9xMGZqys_kM/s400/P1010575.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Years ago, no, I'm not telling you how many, but when my kids were little-like in the post below, I&amp;nbsp;made these stockings from a kit. Let me tell you it was difficult, because it was a surprise from Santa and I didn't want them to see the stockings&amp;nbsp;until Santa came on Christmas morn. All moms know what I talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT a close up, so you can't see the mistakes. But these stockings held more than candy and toys. They held a mother's love, a desire to bring joy, and all the memories of childhood stitched in the fabric. Now each Christmas they&amp;nbsp;give me&amp;nbsp;special joy to pull them out of their Christmas box. A family treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a special Christmas decoration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And having heard the king, they went their way; and lo, the star, which they had seen in the east, went on before them, until it came and stood over where the Child was. And they came into the house and saw the Child with Mary His mother; and they fell down and worshiped Him; and opening their treasures they presented to Him gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh."&lt;/em&gt; Matthew 2:9, 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often wondered what Mary did with the gifts. The treasures they gave were&amp;nbsp;beyond&amp;nbsp;Mary and Josephs&amp;nbsp;means and station. Did she&amp;nbsp;keep them until His death? Did Jesus ever ask about them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures mean more than fancy gifts to me. Treasures&amp;nbsp;beyond cost&amp;nbsp;are those loaded with meaning and love. Will you share a treasure? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4745316679780554591?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4745316679780554591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4745316679780554591&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4745316679780554591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4745316679780554591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-treasures.html' title='December Treasures'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TP6fIC553eI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9xMGZqys_kM/s72-c/P1010575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7933473679765284310</id><published>2010-12-02T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:24:16.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December Love-poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link-along'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah 9:6'/><title type='text'>December Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TPe0rqiXIeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/qQYKfhsmK3Q/s1600/Image+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TPe0rqiXIeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/qQYKfhsmK3Q/s320/Image+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love December for many reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hustle and bustle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and shopping arm muscles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's lights and bows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Rudolph's nose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's cookies and icings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and gift-giving hiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's children and family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and excitement and worry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's laughter and squabbles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and stories grown to fables,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(okay I know that doesn't rhyme, but just change the "a" sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's open-handed joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and love for each&amp;nbsp;girl and boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's mangers and cradles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and softly lit candles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the soul's reason for living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Jesus came giving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's forgiveness, peace and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which shines down brightly from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿That's why I love Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want to try your own "ditty", let me know in the comments when it's up on your blog and I'll put a link to you on my next post. I think I'll just continue this all December, and see what happens. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm only posting once a week through December. I'll have a house full come Christmas! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been by your blog in a bit-I will. So play along with the &lt;strong&gt;December Love&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For&amp;nbsp;a child has been born--for us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gift of a son--for us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isaiah 9:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photo:karenevans-when my two were little:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7933473679765284310?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7933473679765284310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7933473679765284310&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7933473679765284310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7933473679765284310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-love.html' title='December Love!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TPe0rqiXIeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/qQYKfhsmK3Q/s72-c/Image+%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4599320608338044548</id><published>2010-11-23T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:54:51.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 12:6-7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew 6:26'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Another Thanksgiving Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOwlh8C8vdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7Z8W-BkjJt4/s1600/P1010529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOwlh8C8vdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7Z8W-BkjJt4/s320/P1010529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds."&lt;/em&gt; Matthew 6:26﻿ (MSG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the price of two or three pet canaries? Some loose change, right? But God never overlooks a single one. And he pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail--even numbering the hairs on your head! So don't be intimidated by all this bully talk. You're worth more than a million canaries."&lt;/em&gt; Luke 12:6-7 (MSG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Both scriptures were spoken by Jesus, the Son of God. That He knows each bird and my "hair count" flabbergasts my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How else can I be but thankful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOwl5TZ8tbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4zvyRtLi3qk/s1600/P1010532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOwl5TZ8tbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4zvyRtLi3qk/s320/P1010532.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have a Blessed Thanksgiving week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4599320608338044548?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4599320608338044548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4599320608338044548&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4599320608338044548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4599320608338044548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-thanksgiving-bird.html' title='Another Thanksgiving Bird'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOwlh8C8vdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7Z8W-BkjJt4/s72-c/P1010529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-780401033708463387</id><published>2010-11-18T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:11:03.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Thessalonians 3:3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clearwater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironman'/><title type='text'>Riding with the Buzzards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOUv-lGQ3jI/AAAAAAAAA4c/rx9t4Xb_uos/s1600/P1010397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOUv-lGQ3jI/AAAAAAAAA4c/rx9t4Xb_uos/s320/P1010397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My hubbie and I were in the middle of the &lt;a href="http://www.myclearwater.com/gov/depts/parksrec/news/ironman/ironman10/index.asp"&gt;Cleawater Ironman World Championship&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It consists of 1.2 mile-swim, 56-mile bike ride, and&amp;nbsp;a 31.1-mile run. There were about 1,8000 racers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo, we actually&amp;nbsp;drove in our car along side one of the blocked lanes along the bike trail. Try as we might, there was no turning left until about 14 miles up the road. So "technically we were in the race, right? lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boulevard has&amp;nbsp;tall road lights. On the top of several I noticed buzzards. Yes, they do frequent that area around the preserves there. I wondered if any of the bikers noticed that? Me, I'd be buzzard meat, if I even got that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the buzzards now, "Hey, where's the meat on those things? They're all bones and gristle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the male winner won in 3:41:19, and the female in 4:06:28. Boggles my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen and protect you from the evil one."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Thessalonians 3:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spiritual race, do "buzzards" see a strong gristly racer, or am I soft and easy to take down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, in Your faithfulness stretch my spiritual muscles and make them strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-780401033708463387?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/780401033708463387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=780401033708463387&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/780401033708463387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/780401033708463387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/11/riding-with-buzzards.html' title='Riding with the Buzzards'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TOUv-lGQ3jI/AAAAAAAAA4c/rx9t4Xb_uos/s72-c/P1010397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3480729421882867884</id><published>2010-11-11T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:13:16.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebrews 12:1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old car show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Day'/><title type='text'>Couldn't Have One Without the Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNv37eL3FwI/AAAAAAAAA4A/HGrG1efk3kI/s1600/auto+show+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNv37eL3FwI/AAAAAAAAA4A/HGrG1efk3kI/s320/auto+show+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Veteran's day, thank a veteran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this picture at an old auto show. Check out the mounted guns, yet set in the park where you can relax and be free. We wouldn't have one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNv37-8PnkI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EwUBDw01hIE/s1600/auto+show+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNv37-8PnkI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EwUBDw01hIE/s320/auto+show+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look again from the opposite view. It's a snack wagon. Freedom. The men who served and serve, &lt;em&gt;Thank You!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;(Yes, that's me and Major in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNv38GXxejI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TK4c4qQQ3vg/s1600/auto+show+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNv38GXxejI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TK4c4qQQ3vg/s320/auto+show+019.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So if you see a military man or woman today, thank them, or better yet, as fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://tendergraces.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;, does, pay their tab for lunch. Hey, be alert and make someones day who sacrifices for you. (That's hubbie in this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance, and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us."&lt;/em&gt; Hebrews 12:1 (NAS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you see what this means--all those pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we'd better get on with it. Strip down, start running --and never quit!"&lt;/em&gt; (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, may we run, defending our country and our faith. Thank you Veterans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3480729421882867884?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3480729421882867884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3480729421882867884&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3480729421882867884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3480729421882867884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/11/couldnt-have-one-without-other.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Have One Without the Other'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNv37eL3FwI/AAAAAAAAA4A/HGrG1efk3kI/s72-c/auto+show+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3409096328532333747</id><published>2010-11-06T06:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:13:32.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth residual'/><title type='text'>Truth Residual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNRp03U_atI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Ju7UZ81MYeM/s1600/P1010468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNRp03U_atI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Ju7UZ81MYeM/s320/P1010468.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Check this out! Here's my son, Dave playing with his band &lt;em&gt;Truth Residual&lt;/em&gt;. While we visited the grandkids, we also did a few things with their parents. You know, just so they wouldn't be jealous....smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave and the band played the first night we were there to a large church youth group. I just beamed the whole time. It's been so long since I've heard him play or sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Find them on their website &lt;a href="http://www.truthresidual.com/media.html"&gt;http://www.truthresidual.com/media.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you can hear some of&amp;nbsp;the songs they played. I love their music. They wrote all the songs on the playlist except &lt;em&gt;Mighty to Save&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Every song has a&amp;nbsp;history as these do, which makes them special to us.&amp;nbsp;Dave&amp;nbsp;plays the bass guitar and is the back up singer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Oh, if you have speakers to plug in, you can hear the bass and drums in better mix.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNRpJzh0v5I/AAAAAAAAA14/Emvn8qzSlhU/s1600/P1010478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNRpJzh0v5I/AAAAAAAAA14/Emvn8qzSlhU/s400/P1010478.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All these young men have a heart for the Lord and want to reach others through their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch them on YouTube&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CW_QUZPAgFg&amp;amp;feature=mfu_in_order&amp;amp;list=UL"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. There are two videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth."&lt;/em&gt; 3 John 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me share a bit more about my trip. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3409096328532333747?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3409096328532333747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3409096328532333747&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3409096328532333747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3409096328532333747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/11/truth-residual.html' title='Truth Residual'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNRp03U_atI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Ju7UZ81MYeM/s72-c/P1010468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2925107799028407269</id><published>2010-11-03T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:00:04.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 51:10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>What Needs to Fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNAdbeNAZUI/AAAAAAAAA08/VMlpBHhLR6o/s1600/P1010507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNAdbeNAZUI/AAAAAAAAA08/VMlpBHhLR6o/s320/P1010507.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leaves both once brilliant, now appear burned, dead and crackly. You can still see a bit of the color left in one. But neither started out that way. It almost seems a shame that the colored leaves must fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wonder what would happen if the fall leaves stayed on the trees? Would the tree limbs not grow longer and stronger? What if the tree didn't want to change? Hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God, and sustain me with a willing spirit."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 51:10 (NAS)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life&lt;/em&gt;." (MS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What leaves in my life need to fall&amp;nbsp;for my&amp;nbsp;growth and strength?&amp;nbsp;Lord take&amp;nbsp;my unwillingness to let go of what I consider&amp;nbsp;bright and&amp;nbsp;shiny that will soon become dead and crackly. Create a "genesis" in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNAdbpyg_XI/AAAAAAAAA1E/uu75xEO7azE/s1600/P1010508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNAdbpyg_XI/AAAAAAAAA1E/uu75xEO7azE/s320/P1010508.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;****Oh, check out my friend&lt;a href="http://www.outnumberedmom.com/2010/10/invitation-and-giveaway.html"&gt; Laura's&lt;/a&gt; blog for her "own" book giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2925107799028407269?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2925107799028407269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2925107799028407269&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2925107799028407269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2925107799028407269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-needs-to-fall.html' title='What Needs to Fall?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TNAdbeNAZUI/AAAAAAAAA08/VMlpBHhLR6o/s72-c/P1010507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6126255466534199828</id><published>2010-10-30T06:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T07:57:11.764-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple picking'/><title type='text'>What Are We Doing?</title><content type='html'>While in Virginia, I did something for the first time. Can you guess from this picture?&amp;nbsp; Duh, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3hfNbdnI/AAAAAAAAAz0/U2_Rs6znHUk/s320/P1010550.JPG" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My hubbie said, all this time he thought I was taking a picture of him, but I just wanted the half eaten apple. Ha, I thought it was funny. Yes, we went apple pickin'! The orchards are on Carter Mountain, the weather was beautiful, and the paths steep. I didn't know, well yes I did, how out of shape I was. My calves were barkin' at me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3hgILRWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/39H6g7w2-8w/s1600/P1010545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3hgILRWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/39H6g7w2-8w/s320/P1010545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are the Pink Lady apples. We also picked Winsap and Fuji. The mountain, packed with people, apples and the beauty of the&amp;nbsp;fall leaves made for a wonderful day. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3h5SkaPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Q8kp9yNZ20k/s1600/P1010543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3h5SkaPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Q8kp9yNZ20k/s320/P1010543.JPG" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My heart filled with joyfulness at the beauty of God's creation. How&amp;nbsp;great and good is He.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3i0oSFfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZyUtxLwnP_Y/s1600/P1010546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3i0oSFfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZyUtxLwnP_Y/s320/P1010546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How great is Thy goodness which Thou hast stored up for those who fear Thee."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 31:19 (NAS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What a stack of blessing you have piled up for those who worship you."&lt;/em&gt; (Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy the blessings He gives and continues to pile up for His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6126255466534199828?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6126255466534199828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6126255466534199828&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6126255466534199828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6126255466534199828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-are-we-doing.html' title='What Are We Doing?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMt3hfNbdnI/AAAAAAAAAz0/U2_Rs6znHUk/s72-c/P1010550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-7352367034623614782</id><published>2010-10-27T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T06:00:12.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times of the seasons'/><title type='text'>Happy Pumpkin Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMbxWC04XrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/yfTSbsa2bG0/s1600/P1010555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMbxWC04XrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/yfTSbsa2bG0/s320/P1010555.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love pumpkins. I like to decorate with them, and eat pumpkin pie, cookies, lattes, cheesecakes, and&amp;nbsp;anything else. I think it's because they are&amp;nbsp;available&amp;nbsp;only in the fall each year. They do make the holidays&amp;nbsp;special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are my most favorite "pumpkins!" And I love them more than those orange thingies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMdK2xQGEpI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Ws9MF8gGbeg/s1600/P1010563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMdK2xQGEpI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Ws9MF8gGbeg/s400/P1010563.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My trip was marvelous! Plenty of hugs, laughter, games, and kisses. I think it's extra special since I only see them a couple of times a year. (Though I would love to see them often--forget the extra special.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not show you all my pictures at once. Smile....but you will see more of them! Be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven--&lt;/em&gt; Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the Lord planned this event for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me lovingly wait until the appointed time to see my family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout you? What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-7352367034623614782?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/7352367034623614782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=7352367034623614782&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7352367034623614782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/7352367034623614782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-pumpkin-time.html' title='Happy Pumpkin Time'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TMbxWC04XrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/yfTSbsa2bG0/s72-c/P1010555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-6594583367595826371</id><published>2010-10-20T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T06:00:00.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see grandkids'/><title type='text'>I'm Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLsTOoy41UI/AAAAAAAAAt4/pwJzVesKHT4/s1600/115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLsTOoy41UI/AAAAAAAAAt4/pwJzVesKHT4/s320/115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All-righty my dear blogger friends. I'm swapping you for a bit,&amp;nbsp;to see these two daaarling grandkids. Oh, and of course my son and his wonderful wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;absolutely positive I will come back with plenty of pictures, too! I will miss you and might get a chance&amp;nbsp;or two to visit---but don't hold your breath!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:melissaevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-6594583367595826371?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/6594583367595826371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=6594583367595826371&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6594583367595826371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/6594583367595826371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-excited.html' title='I&apos;m Excited!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLsTOoy41UI/AAAAAAAAAt4/pwJzVesKHT4/s72-c/115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-1194608268552034478</id><published>2010-10-16T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:52:08.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs 10:22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part tres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggie classes'/><title type='text'>Doggie Class-Part Tres/Trey or Whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLmbFVvuhzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/7YVUkvzwfkY/s1600/maj+class+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLmbFVvuhzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/7YVUkvzwfkY/s400/maj+class+4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Continuation from the last two posts.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought doggie treats to use as rewards for learning and accomplishments. See Major looking the opposite way from the instructor? Ha. He was tired of being told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he sure perked up when the teacher took her turn with him. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she was so good, smelled like doggies, or Major had a sudden inspiration to work? Noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had chopped up beef hot dogs in her treat bag! My regular dog biscuits didn't satisfy him any more. He wanted something new. People food was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his stomach didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLmcYTFponI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fUImdwPXvBo/s1600/major4-2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLmcYTFponI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fUImdwPXvBo/s320/major4-2010+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we are back to his regular dog treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God's blessing makes life rich, nothing we do can improve on God."&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 10:22﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How many treats do I need from God to keep me working? Isn't what He's done, enough "treats" to last me an eternity? Why do I sit and turn the other way until He sends another treat? Why not just work&amp;nbsp;because of love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lord, help me to remember You are all the reward I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-1194608268552034478?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/1194608268552034478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=1194608268552034478&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1194608268552034478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/1194608268552034478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/doggie-class-part-trestrey-or-whatever.html' title='Doggie Class-Part Tres/Trey or Whatever!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLmbFVvuhzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/7YVUkvzwfkY/s72-c/maj+class+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-4058737357744404434</id><published>2010-10-13T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T06:00:04.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 13:13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snarly jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggie classes-part deux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barkers'/><title type='text'>Doggie Class-Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLRZ-1DOMjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/uhoafKPrx8g/s1600/maj+class+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLRZ-1DOMjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/uhoafKPrx8g/s400/maj+class+6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Major is the white dog, second from the left. Some owners are kneeling next to their dogs in an attempt to get them to sit. Class is just so much fun and entertaining, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a dog in class who would constantly bark whenever we walked around. I thought, surely the teacher will jump on that behavior problem quickly. His bark was loud and annoying. But nooooo, she did not. I wondered why, but after a few lessons, all the dogs learned to do their work and ignore him. Now Major isn't bothered&amp;nbsp;when other dogs bark. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLRb0YT94tI/AAAAAAAAAto/NvldrFJmaWk/s1600/maj+class+8-lily+and+jack.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLRb0YT94tI/AAAAAAAAAto/NvldrFJmaWk/s320/maj+class+8-lily+and+jack.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is cute brown dog, Jack, was Majors best doggie friend. They loved to play. At first I was hesitant because he looked mean. The upper lip would curl and he would bark. But that was his way of "smiling" and saying hi. We laughingly called him, "Snarly Jack." (We still use that&amp;nbsp;term for some people.) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You call Me Teacher and Lord, and you are right, for so I am."&lt;/em&gt; John 13:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have&amp;nbsp;"barkers" around you, either in the form of people, circumstances or personal attitudes? I know the Lord&amp;nbsp;must remind me&amp;nbsp;to ignore those other things and concentrate on my job. And what about the "Snarly Jacks?" I find many people, behind that rough exterior, want to enjoy friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come, Lord, dogs figure this out quicker than I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-4058737357744404434?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/4058737357744404434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=4058737357744404434&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4058737357744404434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/4058737357744404434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/doggie-class-part-deux.html' title='Doggie Class-Part Deux'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TLRZ-1DOMjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/uhoafKPrx8g/s72-c/maj+class+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-2600352593844566039</id><published>2010-10-09T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:31:46.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='29'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew 11:28'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come and learn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggie classes'/><title type='text'>Doggie Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TK-pQehrnNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kugZ4TvVcY4/s1600/major+class+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TK-pQehrnNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kugZ4TvVcY4/s320/major+class+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Major was about a year old when I took him to class. Yes, all ya'll non-doggie persons, people do take dogs to class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, he learned the basics, like sit, heel, stay and come...sometimes. Major is a smart, social, fun-loving guy who never meets a stranger, either human or animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But he didn't pass the class with flying colors. Sigh. The one&amp;nbsp;command he wouldn't do was the recall-to come back to&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;me &lt;/u&gt;after staying. He would run right past me to the nearest dog to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The teacher&amp;nbsp;suggested I&amp;nbsp;buy a retractable leash, so when he runs to the end, he would be stopped with a jerk. Good idea! Took one to the next class. As predicted when I called "Come," he ran past me and as&amp;nbsp;the leash pulled, guess what I did? I grabbed the leash instead of letting him reach the nearest dog! Bad move!&amp;nbsp;The cord burned my hand good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, the teacher said he was just too exuberant for his&amp;nbsp;own good. Maybe when he's a year or&amp;nbsp;two older he might calm down. (He's 3 now, still waiting.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TK-pHXoQN0I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ycyMi6qeDAQ/s1600/maj+class+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TK-pHXoQN0I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ycyMi6qeDAQ/s320/maj+class+7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sad thing is, I&amp;nbsp;wanted to get him into the&amp;nbsp;CGC (Canine Good Citizen) class so he&amp;nbsp;could make hospital visits and such. But that one thing keeps him from passing and having a good time&amp;nbsp;visiting people, which he would so enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come to Me....and learn from Me."&lt;/em&gt; Matthew 11:28,29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life of lessons what is the one thing that God wants to correct or teach me? Why do I insist on running ahead doing my own thing, when He wants to teach me? And yes, to finish the analogy, His teaching is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; for&amp;nbsp;my enjoyment and good. Have you ever felt like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may I come and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos:karenevans (and Major)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-2600352593844566039?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/2600352593844566039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=2600352593844566039&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2600352593844566039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/2600352593844566039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/doggie-classes.html' title='Doggie Classes'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TK-pQehrnNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kugZ4TvVcY4/s72-c/major+class+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8170151428088168770</id><published>2010-10-06T07:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:11:46.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 44:21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner of the tree hole'/><title type='text'>Winner of the Holloween Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKundaeahfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xPsXu3rtiek/s1600/P1010461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKundaeahfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xPsXu3rtiek/s400/P1010461.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, I will never look at this tree the same way. All your delightful comments almost had me, I said almost, on my belly peeking into the hole in the root at the bottom of this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;root is hollow. A bed of carpenter ants lived there until I&amp;nbsp;tripped over it a few months ago. Ugh, gross and all that! After a can of bug spray and then I think I used a bottle of Clorox they were gone. Now small little mushrooms grow there from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments were all fun and clever, it was difficult to choose. Please go back and read them from the post below, you'll love'em. Since it was a Halloween genre, that helped me narrow it down, but was still hard. Thank you all for playing along! So anyway, with out further annoying chit-chat the winner is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lifesajourney-alicia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Would not God find this out? For He knows the secrets of the heart."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 44:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roots are&amp;nbsp;the life of the tree. My heart leads my actions. God knows the rotten areas and those that are infested with the "uglies." He will never trip over my doings and be surprised. He knows. AND He brings out the bug spray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I don't want any&amp;nbsp;holes in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Alicia, hope you enjoy your Halloween gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8170151428088168770?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8170151428088168770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8170151428088168770&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8170151428088168770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8170151428088168770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/winner-of-holloween-hole.html' title='Winner of the Holloween Hole'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKundaeahfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xPsXu3rtiek/s72-c/P1010461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5398486345613149064</id><published>2010-10-02T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T06:00:01.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holloween guess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippians 3:14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call of God'/><title type='text'>Hummmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKZX9yUJLHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lWY6EtDLKsY/s1600/P1010425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKZX9yUJLHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lWY6EtDLKsY/s400/P1010425.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you figure out what this is? I'm not gonna' tell ya until the next post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the deal; guess what it is and give me an imaginary&amp;nbsp;story line&amp;nbsp;to go with&amp;nbsp;it. Just a sentence or two, but must be in the Halloween genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner gets a little Halloween decoration prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let your imagination fly, just try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt; Philipppians 3:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I want that final prize of seeing Jesus. Wonder what other things He has in store for all His children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5398486345613149064?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5398486345613149064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5398486345613149064&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5398486345613149064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5398486345613149064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/10/hummmm.html' title='Hummmm'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKZX9yUJLHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lWY6EtDLKsY/s72-c/P1010425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-5113743233079065164</id><published>2010-09-30T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:34:04.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 John 1:3-4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistry creme lux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proof'/><title type='text'>Hide the Children and Bar the Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKSKXtSOebI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tYypZjAL8Gc/s1600/103564-dv-qv%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKSKXtSOebI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tYypZjAL8Gc/s200/103564-dv-qv%5B1%5D.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What you are going to see, may make you fall back in disgust. Protect the children's young eyes and you, be prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This picture is of me, no makeup, not even mascara-yikes! The naked face, age, blemishes and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But, can you tell which side I put the Artistry Creme Lux on? (I sure hope so.) :) &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt; see post below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I promise, this was only after 15 minutes! You can ask hubbie, if you think I'm lying. And he sure was anxious for me to do the other side, so my face wouldn't stick like this. teehee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKSI4Z5wFSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/9rX_PoxiO5Y/s1600/P1010446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKSI4Z5wFSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/9rX_PoxiO5Y/s400/P1010446.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The next morning everything was fine. The creme felt like the tingle you get when you eat mint. After two days, my blotchy skin has evened out some and a couple of my sun spots-hey, I live in Florida-have faded a bit. Wow. So, the verdict is-it works. Thank you dear daughter. (Check out her site in the post below.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We saw it, we heard it, and now we're telling you so you can experience it along with us, this experience of communion with the Father and his Son, Jesus Christ. Our motive for writing is simply this; We want you to enjoy this tool Your joy will double our joy."&lt;/em&gt; 1 John 1:3-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I found something neat in skin care, but this is even better. John saw and heard the proof of Jesus Christ, who is the Son of&amp;nbsp;our heavenly&amp;nbsp;Father. He gives&amp;nbsp;us joy,&amp;nbsp;so we want to share it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh, and to wash the bad taste out from the first picture, I'll leave you with a more pleasant one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKSItGCofjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Awx1IU90Npc/s1600/karen+pic+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKSItGCofjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Awx1IU90Npc/s200/karen+pic+3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-5113743233079065164?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/5113743233079065164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=5113743233079065164&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5113743233079065164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/5113743233079065164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/09/hide-children-and-bar-door.html' title='Hide the Children and Bar the Door'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TKSKXtSOebI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tYypZjAL8Gc/s72-c/103564-dv-qv%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3987007537367648821</id><published>2010-09-25T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T06:00:02.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luXury creme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 27:4'/><title type='text'>Do You Want Proof?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJu1ty-rloI/AAAAAAAAAss/anhygWJfZ0M/s1600/P1010403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJu1ty-rloI/AAAAAAAAAss/anhygWJfZ0M/s320/P1010403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My daughter, &lt;a href="https://www.amway.com/shellybowman?"&gt;Shelly,&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and husband talked me into trying a new product by their Artistry line of cosmetics and skin care.&amp;nbsp;Artistry Creme LuXury&amp;nbsp;just came out this year. (I already use the regular skin care and makeup.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They've worn me down. HA, you believe that? Then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEOzf5VV9FI"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Sandra Bullock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not impressed by movie stars...but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my question: I ordered it, special discount from daughter...smile...do you want to see visible proof&amp;nbsp;that it works?&amp;nbsp;I DO not like to put my picture out in blog land, but will do it for them, and ya'll. Like the before and after thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what'd ya say? (I'm told you can see a difference in just 15 minutes!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For further info check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TWEUzQSprw"&gt;advertisement site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the creme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 27:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Lord is the author of all beauty. I wonder if I&amp;nbsp;will even be able to stand near the glory of His beauty,&amp;nbsp;much less gaze?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;May I do what I can to take care of this body He gave me, to honor Him and not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3987007537367648821?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3987007537367648821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3987007537367648821&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3987007537367648821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3987007537367648821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-want-proof.html' title='Do You Want Proof?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJu1ty-rloI/AAAAAAAAAss/anhygWJfZ0M/s72-c/P1010403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-44994929733491277</id><published>2010-09-22T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:29:42.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Peter 1:5-6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsta chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-control'/><title type='text'>The Monsta Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJiqtke7BvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/qLm0hM2Ncfk/s1600/P1010428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519349043206751986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJiqtke7BvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/qLm0hM2Ncfk/s320/P1010428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubbie and I went shopping last weekend for a new chair for him. His favorite, a grey leather recliner, is umpteen years old. The fabric is worn off on the arms and cracking elsewhere. In fact, the duct tape to cover the bare spots keeps coming off! Ha, duct tape looks like leather, right? And it cures all things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the store, hubbie feel in love with this most comfortable recliner. It's microfiber and it cushions your arms and touche like a marshmallow. Sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when it was delivered, I couldn't help but laugh. I called hubbie and said our "monsta chair" is here. It literally swallowed me and the room at the same time. It took up the spot where I had my love seat! I kid you not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's going back. I went to a sister store and found the same chair in a normal person size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness, and to goodness knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control."&lt;/em&gt; 2 Peter 1:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, self-control. These words were written by impulsive Peter, so I can relate well. Why didn't we measure the approximate space for the chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I give wisdom a chance to speak or lose my self-control? Ummmm, sometimes. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord help me be wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-44994929733491277?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/44994929733491277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=44994929733491277&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/44994929733491277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/44994929733491277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/09/monsta-chair.html' title='The Monsta Chair'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJiqtke7BvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/qLm0hM2Ncfk/s72-c/P1010428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-3261362248202029519</id><published>2010-09-18T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:11:24.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 51:10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palms'/><title type='text'>"Sticking Around"</title><content type='html'>Here's a bunch of palms growing wild in my yard. But look closely. "One of these things is not like the other." Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxZSH5X9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/GXSMA35yz5U/s1600/P1010418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518230491355504594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxZSH5X9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/GXSMA35yz5U/s320/P1010418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha, here's a close up. I spotted this fallen stick in the palm. Being lazy I just left it there, knowing nature's wind would blow it out. But.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxZDO40kI/AAAAAAAAAsU/iLDRILt5cZk/s1600/P1010419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518230487358296642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxZDO40kI/AAAAAAAAAsU/iLDRILt5cZk/s320/P1010419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A week later and and it's still there. A rather interesting thing is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518230481926892370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxYu_8K1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/qKYJJ9cmFHg/s320/P1010414.JPG" /&gt;The plant appears to be accepting the stick as part of itself. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxYGoEWVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YLZmvLam5Us/s1600/P1010422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518230471089346898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxYGoEWVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YLZmvLam5Us/s320/P1010422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Should I leave it and see what happens? If you look at the first picture, the stick is already changing the "personality" of the plant. It's bending to accommodate the stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me."&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 51:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a natural thing for sticks of anger, bitterness, nagging, or even apathy...and so on to fall on me. But it's against God's creation for me to leave those sticks there.  I've found that if they hang around too long, my personality changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord let the winds of Your Spirit blow out all the useless sticks from my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo:karenevans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-3261362248202029519?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/3261362248202029519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=3261362248202029519&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3261362248202029519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/3261362248202029519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/09/sticking-around.html' title='&quot;Sticking Around&quot;'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJSxZSH5X9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/GXSMA35yz5U/s72-c/P1010418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-9073813213496407722</id><published>2010-09-15T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:29:14.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Corinthians 15:58'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor not in vain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get through the moment'/><title type='text'>Fingers Don't Fail Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJElkM3bvrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6fQhXtNzKvI/s1600/Massanutten_waterpark_021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517232322364817074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJElkM3bvrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6fQhXtNzKvI/s320/Massanutten_waterpark_021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toes curled gripping that plastic or rubber thingie and white knuckled fingers gripping the rope, she tried her best not to fall. She had to prove to family and herself (and anyone who cared to watch) that she could make it across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's almost there, pushing her little body and muscles to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, she did it! (Of course as her Grammy, I knew she would.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJElVHFi9NI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-mTZ-hFgxOw/s1600/Massanutten_waterpark_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517232063115359442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJElVHFi9NI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-mTZ-hFgxOw/s320/Massanutten_waterpark_022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Question is, was all that effort worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain." &lt;/em&gt;1 Corinthians 15:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often I become tired in both body and mind. Is what I do worth the effort? Yes, because the Lord knows what we can handle, and what we can't, He can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I remember Lord, You give grace for the moment. I can get through the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:&lt;a href="http://www.melissaevansphotography.com/"&gt;Melissa Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-9073813213496407722?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/9073813213496407722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=9073813213496407722&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/9073813213496407722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/9073813213496407722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/09/fingers-dont-fail-me-now.html' title='Fingers Don&apos;t Fail Me Now'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TJElkM3bvrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6fQhXtNzKvI/s72-c/Massanutten_waterpark_021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8347000035792574120</id><published>2010-09-11T08:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:12:11.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God openly wave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11 flag'/><title type='text'>Pride, Where do You Show It? 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515637434417344386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TIt7BgRK74I/AAAAAAAAArg/LAEkskjNhGw/s320/P1010412.JPG" /&gt;Look, here's my grandfather's flag and my patriotic wall. It's inside the hallway by my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All who enter my house walk by this and know exactly how I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to those outside, not close friends or family, don't ever see my wall. But today and every National Holiday, but especially today, 9/11, I add something outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TIt6ynLQu-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/xDym8q3ce5Y/s1600/P1010412.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515637188948709282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TIt6zN04z6I/AAAAAAAAArY/7L89O0D_iwA/s320/P1010413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't she look more beautiful in the outside waving proudly?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here's another way to put it; You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand. Now that I've put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand--shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven."&lt;/em&gt; Matthew 5:14-16 (Message-words of Jesus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I keep my God-colors hidden inside, so only those who are close to me know how I feel about God? Or wait until special holidays?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long may my colors openly wave for God and country!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8347000035792574120?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8347000035792574120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8347000035792574120&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8347000035792574120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8347000035792574120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/09/pride-where-do-you-show-it-911.html' title='Pride, Where do You Show It? 9/11'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TIt7BgRK74I/AAAAAAAAArg/LAEkskjNhGw/s72-c/P1010412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705885559500528653.post-8834426114241327408</id><published>2010-09-08T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:34:56.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard headed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbs 13:13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle caption'/><title type='text'>Look Ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TIY1rEdyu7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/vUzmKDTElW0/s1600/P1010379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514153807811099570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TIY1rEdyu7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/vUzmKDTElW0/s400/P1010379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;" Look Ma, no hands!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This little turtle is precariously teetering on the edge with an alligator swimming by. (See and enlarge picture in the below post.) It seems he's saying, "no body parts touching the water, I'm in no danger," all the while his Momma turtle yells at him to get his little hard-shell ashore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ignore the Word and suffer; honor God's commands and grow rich."&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 13:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How many times do I tempt danger, thinking I can get out of anything that comes my way, when I know good and well God is telling me something different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want my hard-headed-shell to be ashore with God's word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**Loved, loved the comments on my last post! They were all daaarling and funny, too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I know this turtle wasn't in danger at Busch Gardens, but sure fit the story well, didn't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;photo:karenevans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4705885559500528653-8834426114241327408?l=karenevans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/feeds/8834426114241327408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4705885559500528653&amp;postID=8834426114241327408&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8834426114241327408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4705885559500528653/posts/default/8834426114241327408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenevans.blogspot.com/2010/09/look-ma.html' title='Look Ma!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17012982939454873340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TFjOg-laNXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GsC2Ceanp20/S220/karen+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHugkoQLUpo/TIY1rEdyu7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/vUzmKDTElW0/s72-c/P1010379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
