tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600111676330272452024-03-05T12:49:03.188-08:00Random Bits Of Randomnesscewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-85675961691223733062012-07-27T08:02:00.001-07:002012-07-27T08:02:24.555-07:00WAS I REALLY GONE SO LONG?One day, almost 3 years ago, I just disapeared from here! I didnt mean to do that. I recently had my first look at my blog in all that time and I cant believe I just abandoned it like that. I actually like my little blog. I was just beginning to even get a few people who would read occasionally and then I deserted them too! <br />
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One thing that happened was: BARRACUDA. That would be the content filtering network of choice by the I.T. staff at work. It didnt matter that I only worked on my blog during my lunch hour.(ok--and maybe a slow time here and there) It was now a FORBIDDEN website. Seeing as how there was just no free time going on in my house after work to pay attention to my blog, it just came to a halt.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Later, I even got rid of my internet access at home. I know---can you believe it? But, I'd developed a little addiction to Family Feud on Facebook and decided that if I had time for Facebook, but not time for my quiet time with God and Bible study, then I had to do whatever it took to stay away from Facebook. We were already blocked from it at work.....BARRACUDA...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And guess what? It really wasnt that bad. I have actually survived and thrived without internet access at home. I get e-mail notifications if someone posts on my FB wall or tags me in a comment or picture. Sometimes that can cause a little bit of urgency to get on FB. I will want to reply to the message or see what kind of picture someone has posted of me without my knowledge! People are "liking" it and commenting on it and I dont even know what it is. I will feel this need to get to a computer with internet access that is not blocked from all the fun stuff. But, soon--that feeling goes away. I realize the world wont come to an end if I cant immediately (or even at all) post my feelings on a matter or my response that I'm sure everyone would have thought was so clever and witty. And--so what if everyone in the world has seen a picture of me and I didnt get a chance to see if I would approve of it. If it made me look too fat, wrinkly, etc-----it was probably a perfect likeness of me! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, anyway-- something brought me back to my little blog. And it so comfortable here. At first I didnt feel like I could write here anymore. How would I begin? What could I say? Can a person who is not a writer get writer's block anyway?? : ) So, I decided to just jump in and start typing. And guess what? It was super easy to just start rambling mindlessly once again! I hope I will get to stay for awhile.</span>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-82879416291690342472009-10-29T23:59:00.000-07:002009-10-29T23:59:00.366-07:00Skywatch Friday- Boulder Lake- Idaho<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGIYYh4aP4A_CCGzI_-RnoVhxT4LR1u2rNj9y22rEisSzKlAGdDr-QfVaAJHKpKi37pa0VBupS8kOgiJlBNYmPKSTmQdICDQRlupxsw7w27MYrVhkaURfNDee8Rh_SsuW1rEK2KklmfvF/s1600-h/Boulder+Lake+skywatch+photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393035191128621138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGIYYh4aP4A_CCGzI_-RnoVhxT4LR1u2rNj9y22rEisSzKlAGdDr-QfVaAJHKpKi37pa0VBupS8kOgiJlBNYmPKSTmQdICDQRlupxsw7w27MYrVhkaURfNDee8Rh_SsuW1rEK2KklmfvF/s400/Boulder+Lake+skywatch+photo.jpg" border="0" /></a> Boulder Lake near McCall, Idaho. I took this while on a hike in July of 2007</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>View More Skywatch Friday Photos from other bloggers</strong> <a href="http://www.skyley.blogspot.com/">HERE<br /></a><br /></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-69325721977553875792009-10-22T23:59:00.000-07:002009-10-22T23:59:00.142-07:00Skywatch Friday- The Road to Agdash<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGuVwZDXZXTr9BAImKVmjvHLGrbQj1iKfc5NMGt3PEcOX0-2JJZgOv4mgzg57z2dZkkps4v0w0D-daHQShQG5NwOE9p7H-xPl9DEioyXtCWWoMN4FgJyJWt1iMOY8m8OVmBt5hwrNfcVH/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(704).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384502613537718146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGuVwZDXZXTr9BAImKVmjvHLGrbQj1iKfc5NMGt3PEcOX0-2JJZgOv4mgzg57z2dZkkps4v0w0D-daHQShQG5NwOE9p7H-xPl9DEioyXtCWWoMN4FgJyJWt1iMOY8m8OVmBt5hwrNfcVH/s400/Azerbaijan+(704).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is a photo my brother took while we were in the car on our way to Agdash, Azerbaijan while on a trip in March of 2009. </div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-61800449898669316352009-10-18T13:38:00.001-07:002009-10-18T13:53:38.606-07:00We Had Beautiful Clear Gulf Water........<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>And thank goodness for that! Can you imagine being out swimming and not being able to notice one of these critters until they were right there on ya??!!!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkc-utmZ2hZeoIJ_VwumbvQlOzIf7HgyfLaSDL6amQvJ9a4PPcHNQMHARYgULWeu5bMV1xXeBZpDKLensDjp7Y5a24XXa_vBvUYivSUpmWAAa7l694wO7lQCuidDfgCpPqkQwkqKIIPb10/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394043804243951186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkc-utmZ2hZeoIJ_VwumbvQlOzIf7HgyfLaSDL6amQvJ9a4PPcHNQMHARYgULWeu5bMV1xXeBZpDKLensDjp7Y5a24XXa_vBvUYivSUpmWAAa7l694wO7lQCuidDfgCpPqkQwkqKIIPb10/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2RlrwSm8AjzIVSpKNZ09oXo9WxGisb7kpyoLRFJddqRWhcslUSybJ8GGnkld-t5aSTA3EBt7HJCuC_4Tfq3aQDCAiO-eQfzsJWKuddWzq5nSL2L9qD-1xvc3nthfwZdwhJuFQ-N5DDlt/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394043792471645186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2RlrwSm8AjzIVSpKNZ09oXo9WxGisb7kpyoLRFJddqRWhcslUSybJ8GGnkld-t5aSTA3EBt7HJCuC_4Tfq3aQDCAiO-eQfzsJWKuddWzq5nSL2L9qD-1xvc3nthfwZdwhJuFQ-N5DDlt/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And how about this thing.................<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eUszCSeusE7Upc-IoY2IRsnIYQ60P9DW17exAQ4jJajN0SIByWj34iNC6MhJ-nhxiRG6x3GaLJdOX3Abgzbkrss7diIGq-uXcjTONQCSrGrK-TS1HohqsD2xZzb-3C4D60piL7BI1Loy/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394043786006167314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eUszCSeusE7Upc-IoY2IRsnIYQ60P9DW17exAQ4jJajN0SIByWj34iNC6MhJ-nhxiRG6x3GaLJdOX3Abgzbkrss7diIGq-uXcjTONQCSrGrK-TS1HohqsD2xZzb-3C4D60piL7BI1Loy/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /></a>We stayed clear of the water for awhile. After all, it's their home! Later though, they cleared out and , yes--we did jump on in!<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-43787641110785332332009-10-16T19:55:00.000-07:002009-10-16T20:12:48.485-07:00I'm at the beach!<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7_wAfsD9MCn8SORpsGLkru5liv46kRnoryWB1K6WHj9ssdFjd4Pr0e7eHx1rmXVQrHDaPP9_tAaoft7D_ZHo7mmXpHXYL9hIktPydZ6IhglN8bv-XBCjQ4d6PEghz1hlNaZLHde_8RDi/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398509939285922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7_wAfsD9MCn8SORpsGLkru5liv46kRnoryWB1K6WHj9ssdFjd4Pr0e7eHx1rmXVQrHDaPP9_tAaoft7D_ZHo7mmXpHXYL9hIktPydZ6IhglN8bv-XBCjQ4d6PEghz1hlNaZLHde_8RDi/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> My cousin and I drove the 3-1/2 hours down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Destin</span> this afternoon to meet the family at the beach. They've been here all week. <em>Some </em>people had to work though.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dUw1mQpJOGp-sqKV7VhR1WYjeT0rD8uuQO824V2P76S7l3fsvvb7fbNxXRqByGTGlwurJeiCCEEk-H5XMYV1o3GqEb0fsmsRfdOuPpsIAQNLkoDtaDTbJ3O64EeczoV4pH9EaF4EvX2g/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398496535164402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dUw1mQpJOGp-sqKV7VhR1WYjeT0rD8uuQO824V2P76S7l3fsvvb7fbNxXRqByGTGlwurJeiCCEEk-H5XMYV1o3GqEb0fsmsRfdOuPpsIAQNLkoDtaDTbJ3O64EeczoV4pH9EaF4EvX2g/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">We got here just in time to see the sun setting.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E-A9dxmJgwUf5DHDuLJbhahEk1hNW0galEO_zvL-HcQBt9qF2Prak-EyIKcm8gFpP2uBV-9ZXE5a8fOdp8RBIEEO8d7WCsstTOT6jueCEZEuA0ex8_r62H6ffpHSPW1PItn898N4q_nt/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398486051233826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E-A9dxmJgwUf5DHDuLJbhahEk1hNW0galEO_zvL-HcQBt9qF2Prak-EyIKcm8gFpP2uBV-9ZXE5a8fOdp8RBIEEO8d7WCsstTOT6jueCEZEuA0ex8_r62H6ffpHSPW1PItn898N4q_nt/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We saw this tree while walking to the beach. Which came first? The fence or the tree??</div><br /></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-69392453539156348342009-10-15T21:25:00.000-07:002009-10-15T22:17:48.152-07:00Well, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> usually write about current events, but I will have to make an exception and write about the events that unfolded today as I watched a home made helium balloon soar through the air while thinking that a small child was on board.<br /><br />As soon as a co-worker told me the story, and we started watching video clips online, I prayed and then sent out an urgent prayer request e-mail that this little boy would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>. I guess not only being a parent, but also being a grandmother to a small boy, just caused me to have major empathy pain for this boy's parents. It was a horrible feeling to think of being totally helpless and unable to reach a small child in need. And that is when I knew I needed to pray.<br /><br />I prayed that this obviously <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mischievous</span> boy was oblivious to what was going on. Or that he was having the time of his life on the joyride. Of course- If he had a dad like mine, it would be the last thing he'd enjoy in a very long time! ; ) But, I would rather think he was having fun and not panicking and crying. <br /><br />Then, I thought--no--even better--------I pray that the boy is not even in the balloon. I hope that this little guy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">accidentally</span> set this balloon adrift and then knew he was in some DEEP TROUBLE, and decided to go hide somewhere. And then, as things got even worse, he was even more afraid to come out. And, in the end, that is exactly what happened. Praise the Lord for this ending. <br /><br />I guess I was able to relate to this last scenario. Maybe we all can in some way. I was telling my "hiding from trouble, when I was a kid" story to a cousin today and she thought I should share it. But, the story I like best is one about my brother.<br /><br />When he was about 3 years old, I was with him and my mom in Kmart, when all of a sudden my mom realizes that he was not standing beside her. She called for him and he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">didn't</span> answer. We looked around--no Jimmy (he had not yet become J.T.). So, pretty soon the whole store is looking for Jimmy. We are pretty panicked by this time. Yes, even I was getting a bit concerned for the safety of my little brother. Finally, with an ever so slight quiver in her strong-sounding voice, and not wanting the worst to be true, my mom yells something that I think went like this , "Jimmy you tell me where you are right now or you are going to be in big trouble!" <br /><br />And, then as he comes popping out of a rack of clothes very close by, that we had passed many times in our search, he announces to everyone in a sweet little voice , <em><strong>"Here me!"</strong></em> <br /><br />Yes--He had decided to have fun and hide in a rack of clothes. But, as he realized that everyone in the store was looking for him, and he was going to be in trouble, he decided he would just keep on hanging out in the rack of clothes to prolong any punishment coming his way.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">don't</span> even remember if he got punished. I'm not even sure I got punished when the whole neighborhood was looking for me that time and I was hiding under the car. At least we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">didn't</span> shut down flights at an international airport or have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Blackhawk</span> helicopter in the air at a cost of $4600.00 an hour to fly. Then again--we might have got our backsides worn out. <br /><br />Well, anyway-----I guess we all have our stories of trying to hide from our punishment. And I guess sometimes we have to face the music, and sometimes we are pardoned. I'm very thankful for answered prayers for a happy outcome today!cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-65382467355044595362009-10-15T18:48:00.000-07:002009-10-15T18:57:42.122-07:00I have neglected my blog lately. But I have been devoting time to some things that I needed to be doing. I had been using my lunch hour at work for "blog time", but we are no longer allowed to access blogs from work anymore. <br /><br />But I have taken care of a lot of things and hopefully can manage my time to get in here and write again. I have missed it very much. <br /><br /><strong>In the meantime-------today I found out that I am the featured guest host on</strong> <a href="http://www.skyley.blogspot.com/">Skywatch Friday!</a> <strong>I didnt even know till someone left me a comment about it! I am honored!! </strong>There are truly beautiful and amazing pictures that people post as a part of Skywatch Friday, so it is truly an honor to be allowed to have my picture among them!cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-59980728344132198222009-09-25T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-25T00:01:00.296-07:00Skywatch Friday - Cloudy Sunset in Haleiwa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6SLLnLlrmfukIzZQ-6v2BKcCf15f8adCi_UIqUiGYs8EBxzhkWM_sGJMHrG5Q6PIvujJ6AFfWaVnvh5fnbBOKL3vWdsTWhhv7tyHtU1zRBZUoecOwBTpUcYXSndq7ZNyZM_TSVguZZnU/s1600-h/skywatch+friday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385265854098420482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6SLLnLlrmfukIzZQ-6v2BKcCf15f8adCi_UIqUiGYs8EBxzhkWM_sGJMHrG5Q6PIvujJ6AFfWaVnvh5fnbBOKL3vWdsTWhhv7tyHtU1zRBZUoecOwBTpUcYXSndq7ZNyZM_TSVguZZnU/s400/skywatch+friday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHNzGbQmTyH_FtYNx5lmMEzPgqsQxvQJPFujpN2WqyRV8utkBncntMitUYLRD4IXlQRWjXOzqqwTKX1iczqhlEKDBNBmo1R5Tnm7M-4f4oTnb1-IsKVbVUKDqvV44LFNVRztk4esrPHNO/s1600-h/DSC01771_019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384165378638110834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHNzGbQmTyH_FtYNx5lmMEzPgqsQxvQJPFujpN2WqyRV8utkBncntMitUYLRD4IXlQRWjXOzqqwTKX1iczqhlEKDBNBmo1R5Tnm7M-4f4oTnb1-IsKVbVUKDqvV44LFNVRztk4esrPHNO/s400/DSC01771_019.jpg" border="0" /></a> This picture was taken in August of 2006 in Hawaii. We made a special trip to the side of the island that was supposed to be best for viewing the sunset. Dark clouds rolled in right at sunset though. Oh well--I'll take a cloudy sunset in Hawaii any time!<br /><div><div>See more Skywatch Friday posts <a href="http://skyley.blogspot.com/">HERE</a></div></div></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-70803602900651460692009-09-23T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-23T07:40:39.557-07:00Wordless/Wordful Wednesday - Will I Ever Pass This Way Again?<div align="center">sorry for the spacing--it didnt show that way in my preview and I cant fix it!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuUisFGS6YyeVh3kOS1xf-_gqVQwQBUchxhmJIYmMDGlgpqxyQWh1qAFDM69OS4GM91K6rJP8w1b4PWjwPmQbr2Dh1v8Ts0ckkp2VFBPEDTHe72gq-2VG0KNLkNVFpwxMKWFINxnbVO4j/s1600-h/distance+between+azerbaijan+and+montgomery,+al.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384515435693723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuUisFGS6YyeVh3kOS1xf-_gqVQwQBUchxhmJIYmMDGlgpqxyQWh1qAFDM69OS4GM91K6rJP8w1b4PWjwPmQbr2Dh1v8Ts0ckkp2VFBPEDTHe72gq-2VG0KNLkNVFpwxMKWFINxnbVO4j/s400/distance+between+azerbaijan+and+montgomery,+al.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just a visual to see the distance between Alabama and Azerbaijan</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mopNKvbnfme5RF5alvpeQrVU-E60JFXl8sGhhp_-2IIka_D3p3-41-bBMAfuhuJ4IyjkudOg6KiBe3RjgEl1eEK_IeJxTPBOwRXsS6zlve0D9308KXNWKviuKH6VydlyYV83NBv1kxE6/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(235).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384512937876043698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mopNKvbnfme5RF5alvpeQrVU-E60JFXl8sGhhp_-2IIka_D3p3-41-bBMAfuhuJ4IyjkudOg6KiBe3RjgEl1eEK_IeJxTPBOwRXsS6zlve0D9308KXNWKviuKH6VydlyYV83NBv1kxE6/s400/Azerbaijan+(235).JPG" border="0" /></a> This is a road I walked along in March of 2009. Now I am sitting on my couch 6700 miles away--a whole world away, wondering if I will ever walk down that road again.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4VMoX8Gaudqp6kHKEgm909RIH5O7Cs7qfK9G-IuUCAdcjDeGPSY1ADtRzQh9jBUAY1qi92odHiFj7khhLxs5NkWYaIhhu2bt-8cbdEGS183PXp23BKuSugNoH6VgPPeg1XYkYd6DqQXF/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(120).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384512345603446514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4VMoX8Gaudqp6kHKEgm909RIH5O7Cs7qfK9G-IuUCAdcjDeGPSY1ADtRzQh9jBUAY1qi92odHiFj7khhLxs5NkWYaIhhu2bt-8cbdEGS183PXp23BKuSugNoH6VgPPeg1XYkYd6DqQXF/s400/Azerbaijan+(120).JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Will I ever see the smiling faces of all the wonderful people I met while I was there?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7w9rvomdizjhyTkETws9HIV8slr0NsaTenw-JEglOMMhdINrnX4GOLvsae4RcKl33RYh5VfMo7OwANopU2i6SVe2pDPKaIn6z_XmPPaah7_OKW_nEStRjUoun3tTo9RE2liWH-A1s1Et-/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(900).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384511662599852530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7w9rvomdizjhyTkETws9HIV8slr0NsaTenw-JEglOMMhdINrnX4GOLvsae4RcKl33RYh5VfMo7OwANopU2i6SVe2pDPKaIn6z_XmPPaah7_OKW_nEStRjUoun3tTo9RE2liWH-A1s1Et-/s400/Azerbaijan+(900).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Of all the fun I had even though I could not speak the language of my new friends and they knew very little of mine except for "thank you" and "my name is....." which they liked to practice often. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYloZV9NGM_mkpNcVLnl7b4_BBgJS-t5CjC_7h0_c8K5Ahwi4wieCnTQIOwSRPiFq1pZN-CmzHGM8iMhSz9-rNMZy_mJzx05scVdbF8rNa3wPvecHAncKMHcTNJIfXhBpdsCXE8JQahkZ/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(930).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384511316684023266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYloZV9NGM_mkpNcVLnl7b4_BBgJS-t5CjC_7h0_c8K5Ahwi4wieCnTQIOwSRPiFq1pZN-CmzHGM8iMhSz9-rNMZy_mJzx05scVdbF8rNa3wPvecHAncKMHcTNJIfXhBpdsCXE8JQahkZ/s400/Azerbaijan+(930).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p>Will I ever see our wonderful hostess, who allowed us to stay with her even at great risk. A risk that made itself evident while we were there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cVlhOShvopZOqeV0bSNb40zI_4TTfe8o0gkJh9HUlCytNQRQvmmIE8bqcqVLIw5nHTEWDhSwgVaLP6ugcRz5iwNxmWd3rlPzXm1Zyhwj8P3bFhCGCmz9RSUZwRquXVlhSOIMFY_MbGXp/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(119).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510947689388562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cVlhOShvopZOqeV0bSNb40zI_4TTfe8o0gkJh9HUlCytNQRQvmmIE8bqcqVLIw5nHTEWDhSwgVaLP6ugcRz5iwNxmWd3rlPzXm1Zyhwj8P3bFhCGCmz9RSUZwRquXVlhSOIMFY_MbGXp/s400/Azerbaijan+(119).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I may not ever see our amazing translator and friend again, in this lifetime, but she will always have a very special place in my heart and memory.<br />.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbyBVRBTLB75phs_uCfp8ZMLRxLhb7mKNLVmGysGIox5Z1SxwrkIMvTHewFSyyA3ro47dW2gRex9b1g1rLbNWQ8yemfS1dQzx4b7miMQ9xuHDNVT1VYtpy-8grwB4_I9MQ1hbat9j2jkW/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(205).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510522251767650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbyBVRBTLB75phs_uCfp8ZMLRxLhb7mKNLVmGysGIox5Z1SxwrkIMvTHewFSyyA3ro47dW2gRex9b1g1rLbNWQ8yemfS1dQzx4b7miMQ9xuHDNVT1VYtpy-8grwB4_I9MQ1hbat9j2jkW/s400/Azerbaijan+(205).JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And of course I wont ever forget this amazing person. An excellent teacher. Full of joy and a pretty good bit of spunk too! She is one of many examples I saw on my trip of someone who lives their faith daily and will sacrafice all for that faith.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg4LPjh13-mqXQSQ9iqY3yX7wPNCY9qT11_BVk4dczg5w9GgUqTl4CrnvPhnd702sg0spOtjhyphenhypheng9eWp3goyQBHgOjxVtgk_Y-WPDBRnItzela5Lo-UiTV9x5u8p7VfOeTzkXhAg_wZgNiq/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(742).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510108376199730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg4LPjh13-mqXQSQ9iqY3yX7wPNCY9qT11_BVk4dczg5w9GgUqTl4CrnvPhnd702sg0spOtjhyphenhypheng9eWp3goyQBHgOjxVtgk_Y-WPDBRnItzela5Lo-UiTV9x5u8p7VfOeTzkXhAg_wZgNiq/s400/Azerbaijan+(742).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /><br />Ok--and of course-it would be fun to be around the table again with these wonderful people. Always a great meal. And a never-ending supply of chai (tea), which is a symbol of hospitality in Azerbaijan.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurlPrAi4nyos2wo1fsQAeObbAx1xJvy3z983hHHU-_T9IYqEFEjaO6iPC_UPuAxYH05_uCAtkq-d3l35RJKe0j1wOtduuy7GkNEJbu0oPmm1WB_5Y_4K36vRRgZ2ZMH1wNuRXcGnFfDef/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(873).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384509502235294354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurlPrAi4nyos2wo1fsQAeObbAx1xJvy3z983hHHU-_T9IYqEFEjaO6iPC_UPuAxYH05_uCAtkq-d3l35RJKe0j1wOtduuy7GkNEJbu0oPmm1WB_5Y_4K36vRRgZ2ZMH1wNuRXcGnFfDef/s400/Azerbaijan+(873).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Why am I smiling? I guess cause I got caught doing the dishes. It was very hard to get someone to allow me to help around there! For some reason, I didnt mind doing the dishes there like I do at home. I guess that is why my sink is full!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5mrFiBWzoU1xqri-C6XlrEIOu2ETChN8LgvXhWgbOakwa1px3K1TIBV3iHU5K2D3IGLkLF8OO1RoYifaIazfFMMXYuKvfd52niO9DYHyOE3I0Nk9K7gdOo-H3cKBh46TSK_xZE9AcbM6/s1600-h/Azerbaijan+(742).JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />See More Wordless/Wordful Wednesday posts here:<br /><center><a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://assets.blogaliciousdesigns.com/clients/angie_7clown/html.png" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.ordinaryandawesome.com/search/label/WW" target="_blank"><img alt="The chronicles of my Ordinary and Awesome life, family, and thoughts at www.ordinaryandawesome.com. Ordinary and Awesome is also the Mostly Wordless Wednesday headquarters as well as the home to several original awards and memes." src="http://subjectivebeauty.com/WW.png" border="0" /></a></center>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-837766069704776112009-09-22T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:04:37.553-07:0010 on Tuesday- 10 Things I Need To Plan For<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>10 things I need to plan for --</strong><br /></span><br />1) my niece's baby shower I will be co-hosting next month<br /><br />2) a day to finish taking wall paper down in my bathroom and repainting<br /><br />3) to actually find someone to make some minor repairs around my house<br /><br />4) to go to the Dr. early one morning, without eating or drinking and get some blood work done<br /><br />5) getting off my lazy hiney and start working out so that my weight doesn't start bothering my lower back and knee.<br /><br />6) a time to get together with a certain person who is supposed to help me with a slide show I am preparing of a mission trip to New Orleans<br /><br />7)a time to do more sight seeing downtown and take more pictures for my <a href="http://www.randompicsbycolleen.blogspot.com/">photo blog</a>.<br /><br />8) a time to sit and do more writing<br /><br />9)a certain time of day- each day for Bible study and prayer time.<br /><br />10) healthy meals ahead of time and healthy foods on hand so I don't eat the wrong things.<br /><br />See more about 10 on Tuesday <a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/">here</a>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-4561183855676041962009-09-18T01:00:00.000-07:002009-09-21T22:53:51.684-07:00Skywatch Friday- New Orleans<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP30z8p1K3Vrsttbo6GLiEfyoPFLh3IJ_ZEpJnlGZZ0W1_mO03coiPOj2M9UwRXk99RDQc3rfUzuG6Hpk1rdU7huvk6bJuVZfaN3zNQgm3ed_xToBMduvflxhFogsTicQ9Anh9ILHHmHZn/s1600-h/New+Orlean+sunset.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382657942385225858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP30z8p1K3Vrsttbo6GLiEfyoPFLh3IJ_ZEpJnlGZZ0W1_mO03coiPOj2M9UwRXk99RDQc3rfUzuG6Hpk1rdU7huvk6bJuVZfaN3zNQgm3ed_xToBMduvflxhFogsTicQ9Anh9ILHHmHZn/s400/New+Orlean+sunset.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This was taken July 09, while I was on a mission trip to New Orleans, LA. Off to the left, in the distance you can see the tall buildings along the river, near the French Quarter. Over where this picture is taken, you can see all the rubble and what remains of an area that had several different restaurants built over the water, near the marina. Amazing how the areas each were affected differently by Hurricane Katrina. Across the horizon you can see a very long bridge.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>See more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Skywatch</span> Friday Photos Here: <a href="http://skyley.blogspot.com/">http://skyley.blogspot.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-29618204932509434372009-09-16T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-16T04:14:44.589-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujOkYCPVWCSSi01PlJRrVaIrRkw4u0GCN9TjlZS2IO3lE_IcNTxSIJqohO0QwNdUK6SRAjDnPGMZSAxMomNuEb_Gh0S47zJSM2i9F0nf-qefdhnButMDkjeXuzrQfc4PVcNyCGp6bNoMK/s1600-h/061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381906129353175922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujOkYCPVWCSSi01PlJRrVaIrRkw4u0GCN9TjlZS2IO3lE_IcNTxSIJqohO0QwNdUK6SRAjDnPGMZSAxMomNuEb_Gh0S47zJSM2i9F0nf-qefdhnButMDkjeXuzrQfc4PVcNyCGp6bNoMK/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /></a> Last weekend I was in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Seagrove</span> Beach, FL with other singles from my church for our annual Beach Retreat. We have been coming to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Highpointe</span> Resort the last several years.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ccenter%3E%3Ca%20target=%22_blank%22%20href=%22http://www.ordinaryandawesome.com/search/label/WW%22%3E%3Cimg%20border=%220%22%20src=%22http://subjectivebeauty.com/WW.png%22%20alt=%22The%20chronicles%20of%20my%20Ordinary%20and%20Awesome%20life,%20family,%20and%20thoughts%20at%20www.ordinaryandawesome.com.%20Ordinary%20and%20Awesome%20is%20also%20the%20Mostly%20Wordless%20Wednesday%20headquarters%20as%20well%20as%20the%20home%20to%20several%20original%20awards%20and%20memes.%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/center%3E"> As much as I absolutely love sitting on the beach, digging my feet in the sand</a>, and listening to the waves crashing in to shore, when I come to this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">particular</span> place, I do something I rarely do at other resorts or hotels at the beach. I actually spend more time at the pool than the beach. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESIOEA8fo35qn_EYK34qvf5atVqXRZBGOde9ODhRGMJ3ZDZYIfWGSruJFWpai3faueoYdKj-B_Mz1JeAhz1RowR40y7DPfAf5mIas62tuxGUF5nGnM1d6KMxN9Vr6q2nTe0Vc89bVfWah/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381906128515031698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESIOEA8fo35qn_EYK34qvf5atVqXRZBGOde9ODhRGMJ3ZDZYIfWGSruJFWpai3faueoYdKj-B_Mz1JeAhz1RowR40y7DPfAf5mIas62tuxGUF5nGnM1d6KMxN9Vr6q2nTe0Vc89bVfWah/s400/064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This place has the most beautiful and relaxing pool I have ever seen. It winds around through two "islands" and several <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">waterfalls</span>. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Check out other Worldful/Mostly Wordless Wednesday posts by clicking the buttons below:</div></div><br /><center><a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://assets.blogaliciousdesigns.com/clients/angie_7clown/html.png" border="0" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://www.ordinaryandawesome.com/search/label/WW" target="_blank"><img alt="The chronicles of my Ordinary and Awesome life, family, and thoughts at www.ordinaryandawesome.com. Ordinary and Awesome is also the Mostly Wordless Wednesday headquarters as well as the home to several original awards and memes." src="http://subjectivebeauty.com/WW.png" border="0" /></a></center>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-24743624638603360992009-09-14T22:33:00.000-07:002009-09-14T23:02:11.696-07:00Time to get a Peep Hole!I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haven't</span> been visiting here as much lately. I miss posting here, but mostly I miss reading all my favorite blogs. I had been in a habit of writing/posting on this blog and my photo blog during my lunch hour. But, the reins have been pulled in tighter and now I cannot access any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blog spot</span>.com sites anymore at work. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> have much time in the evenings to post. I'm up late tonight only because of an incident that happened earlier that has caused me to not be able to sleep.<br /><br />Seems someone wanted to visit my next door neighbor. This someone, who had been drinking, came to my house instead of my neighbors house. I was just about to go to bed when I heard someone knocking on my front door. Unfortunately I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> have a peephole on my door, and although I can look out the window and see most of the front porch, I cannot see someone who is standing right in front of the door.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wasn't</span> expecting anyone, so I went to the door and asked, "Who is it?" The person replied with some name that I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didn't</span> understand and the voice was not familiar. After asking the person to repeat his name, I told him that I did not know him. He was not happy with me saying this and let me know with a few choice words. I told him to go away. <br /><br />He asked me who i was and when I said I was the owner of this house, he told me in a very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">descriptive </span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">obscene</span> way that I was lying.<br /><br />So, I went and got my phone and dialed 911. I told the man what was happening. I was more startled than I thought. I guess talking about it made me feel more nervous. The 911 dispatcher asked me to please take a deep breath and stay calm.<br /><br />At this time, I looked out the window and could see the backside of this man standing on my porch, leaning against my brick column. He was about 6ft tall, slim, wore a long sleeve button down style shirt, tucked into some Levis that looked pressed, and had grey hair. He was just leaning on this column, smoking a cigarette.<br /><br />He saw me peeking out the window, and came back to knock on the door some more. At this point, I decided that he really was looking for the house next door. but, not everyone looking for my neighbor is going over for a nice little visit. this man sounded very mad about something. And he was getting angrier and angrier that I would not let him in .<br /><br />At this time, i went to the door and told the man he was at the wrong house. This made him angry and caused the 911 dispatcher to tell me to just not talk to him. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">didn't</span> know what state of mind he was in, if he'd try to break in, or if he had a weapon.<br /><br />This guy then starts to beat on my door. Its more to get my attention than to try and break in. But it was very frightening, nonetheless! The 911 dispatcher helped me to stay calm and told me the policeman was less than five minutes away. I am so glad I had called the emergency number and had accepted the dispatchers offer to stay on the line till the police arrived.<br /><br />When the policeman arrived, he knocked on the door and asked me if I knew the gentleman, but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">didn't</span>. The man said he was looking for someone in particular who used to live in this house. I recognized the name as my neighbor. I told the policeman that it was my neighbor this man was looking for. The man STILL insisted that it was my house. At this time I look out and get a better look at the vehicle he must have driven. it is a big truck that I have seen parked at my neighbor's house before. Yikes--this guy must really be out of it!<br /><br />The police officer told the man they were going to go next door to look for his friend. Finally, when they got next door, the man's fuzzy memory started coming back to him, and he realized he was indeed, at the wrong house.<br /><br />I was very thankful for the 911 dispatcher and the police officer.cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-80517669744138033212009-09-04T10:40:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:50:44.618-07:00As I start this blog post, we fade into a scene from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111127/">Serial Mom</a>:<br /><br />The trial for the mom accused of being a serial killer has just ended. She has been found not guilty of killing people for behavior she deemed offensive and inappropriate.<br /><br />Juror #8 (who has just helped serial mom to be a free woman) is talking on a payphone, when Beverly (serial mom) comes up behind her and grabs the phone from her,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000678/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Beverly Sutphin</a>: <strong><em>You can't wear white after Labor Day! </em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0372553/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Juror #8</a>: That's not true anymore.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000678/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Beverly Sutphin</a>: Yes it is! Didn't your mother tell you? Now you know. [She whacks her in the face with the phone]<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0372553/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Juror #8</a>: <strong><em>No! Please! Fashion has changed! </em></strong><br /><strong><em><br /></em></strong><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000678/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Beverly Sutphin</a>: <span style="font-size:130%;">No... it hasn't</span>. [She hits her again]<br /><br />Has fashion changed? Is it ok to wear white after Labor Day? Stacy and Clinton from<a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html"> What Not To Wear say its ok.</a> They also say your shoes don’t have to match your handbag. How liberating is that?<br /><br />I have followed a lot of Stacy and Clinton's rules. And, since I live in an area where people are sometimes known to wear shorts in December, I may sneak in a wearing or two of the white capris after Labor Day.<br /><br />But--maybe not. And definitely not to work. Why? Because that rule is just ingrained in me I guess. And because down south, we just follow this rule.<br /><br />I remember when I was younger, the excitement of being able to debut my new white shoes for Easter. And those shoes were worn all summer and put away after Labor Day. They probably didn’t fit much past Labor Day anyway. And probably had so many of those black scuff marks on them that don’t like to come off, that they were ready to be chunked anyway. <br /><br />I did a little research and found that the rule did seem to originate with just white shoes, and then expanded to encompass white clothing as well.<br /><br />No one could say for sure where and why this rule originated. There was mention that it started because white reflects light and heat, so wearing white would make one cooler. Another version stated that in the 1950's more people were entering the middle classes and were unaware of the standards they needed to keep, so they were given specific rules in order to fit in.<br /><br />Whatever the reason, I know that Southern girls used to be raised following this rule and that it is still highly regarded among most women. <br /><br />Even though a lot of schools actually start school a couple of weeks before Labor Day, it just seems to be the weekend that wraps up the summer for most people, even though fall doesn’t begin for a couple more weeks.<br /><br />And with Fall, we start thinking of Fall clothing and Fall activities. And white clothing and shoes are usually packed away till the following Spring.<br /><br />I'm wearing my white capris and white sandals today. But, already I am feeling like it is time to say goodbye till the rules say we can meet again.cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-42427670483370579612009-09-02T09:36:00.000-07:002009-09-02T09:48:46.974-07:00Wordless/Wordful Wednesday- Rowdy Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9HX4E_zRvH_kIVh1fn4FGYBbdf-9mMOI8K8B9_Mrey4M6K2iZ21NhP-O7VWOM_vncPkKUo4GJMuJ7qURiwRn6PSF5qvZK-ZDkRxSUGzCURNiQMFIXkJ1MmTr6qTAFlPF8AOmvF9XLp4gg/s1600-h/rowdy+girl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909901396794306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9HX4E_zRvH_kIVh1fn4FGYBbdf-9mMOI8K8B9_Mrey4M6K2iZ21NhP-O7VWOM_vncPkKUo4GJMuJ7qURiwRn6PSF5qvZK-ZDkRxSUGzCURNiQMFIXkJ1MmTr6qTAFlPF8AOmvF9XLp4gg/s400/rowdy+girl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I don't know this <span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#330099;">"ROWDY GIRL</span>"</span> , just thought it was such a cute photo and copied it off a website. She's just doing her thing, watching the parade. I like that. I hope she had a great time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>HERE'S THE STORY THAT ACCOMPANIED THE PHOTO</em>:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div>A spectator watches dancers in a street parade during the annual Asakusa Samba carnival in Tokyo, Japan, Saturday, Aug. 29, 2009</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>See more Mostly Wordless or Wordful Wednesday Posts here:</strong></div><div></div><div><a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/">Seven Clown Circus-Wordful Wednesday</a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.ordinaryandawesome.com/">Ordinary and Awesome-Mostly Wordless Wednesday</a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-42889958760644582262009-09-01T06:40:00.000-07:002009-09-01T06:48:06.579-07:0010 Things On Tuesday--Ten Things I Hate About TravelingToday I'm gonna join in on a meme that I have been following lately. You can see more <a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/?p=271">HERE</a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haven't</span> figured out how to "grab" a button yet.)</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT TRAVELING</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>1)</strong>Deciding what to pack. I like to pack as light as possible, but you also want to be prepared for different weather situations, etc. And as some of you know--I have a habit of second guessing myself <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span>!! ; )<br /><br /><strong>2)</strong> When flying, having to worry about the three ounce/quart size bag rule for liquids. Especially since I like to just have a carry- on bag and not check luggage if possible.<br /><br /><strong>3)</strong>Not knowing how to pack and keep things wrinkle free (a trick my mom has mastered), so I hope I will have an iron available where I will be staying.<br /><br /><strong>4)</strong>People making fun of me because I want to iron over my clothes while on vacation<br /><br /><strong>5)</strong>Having to wait forever, it seems, to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">deboard</span> the plane. I get a little claustrophobic.<br /><br /><strong>6)</strong>Getting to my destination and wanting the item that I decided not to pack.<br /><br /><strong>7)</strong> When traveling to a different country , having to figure out a different currency and wondering how much I'm paying for something.<br /><br /><strong>8)</strong>Living out of my toiletry bag and not being able to have a place for it all in the bathroom.<br /><br /><strong>9)</strong>Not having electrical outlets in convenient places for drying hair and using curling iron/hot rollers.<br /><br /><strong>10)</strong>Someone making a comment about me using the curling iron and hot rollers while on vacation.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>--so <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">this was a tough one because <em>I LOVE to travel</em></span></strong>. If I had to travel for business, it might be a different matter. but since its usually to go on vacation, to visit family or to go on a mission trip (where I know I will have to be flexible) ,<em><span style="font-size:130%;"> the things I gripe about are really just trivial things that I will choose to accept any day to be able to travel!<br /></span></em></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-42235616191144835672009-08-28T14:05:00.000-07:002009-08-28T14:14:55.149-07:00Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones..........<span style="color:#000066;">We all said it as kids, or at least heard someone else say it. Maybe one child yelling it across the schoolyard playground at another child. <em><strong>Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones, But Words Will Never Hurt Me.<br /></strong></em><br />But, that was just a defense, wasn't it? Really those words did hurt. We just felt it necessary to put up a front and let everyone know that we were just fine. There was probably a hint of hurt in our voices as we sang that little phrase.<br /><br />Sometimes words can hurt just as much as sticks and stones. They can leave emotional scars just as sticks and stones can leave physical scars.<br /><br />I know physical scars can sometimes fade. If not, my knees, shins and elbows would be nothing but scars from falls, skateboard mishaps and bicycle crashes. Emotional scars can fade sometimes too. But, the memory of what caused the emotional scars do seem to stay with us longer than the memory of what caused that skinned knee or elbow.<br /><br />People use words as weapons. People use words to hurt other people. To belittle other people. They can be very effective weapons. Some people just have a talent for wielding them and hitting their target dead center.<br /><br />I have always tried to not use words in that way. As weapons. To hurt someone in a fight. Because they are something, that once said, can never be taken back. You have tarnished the relationship you had with the person forever. It will never be quite the same.<br /><br />I also know that if someone can feel angry enough to want to hurt me with words, that they will do it again. That they will use words as a weapon again and again. Even if they are sorry afterwards<br /><br />I have tried to remember that if I use words to hurt someone, that I will later regret it. That it will make me feel bad.<br /><br />I also know that using negativity with someone, intentional or not, is just as hurtful as purposely using words to hurt someone you are angry with.<br /><br />Especially with kids. Kids should not have to hear negativity all the time. There should be another way to present an issue in a more constructive way. Negativity weighs a person down. And negative words cannot be taken back, just like the hurtful words spoken in anger. That is something I need to work on.<br /><br />Although I try not to use words to intentionally hurt someone, I realized that I sometimes use words to punish someone or to make someone realize how serious I am about something. If they hear me use words in this way, then they will know that I mean business. And they will take heed.<br /><br />But, that doesn't really work either. And it only makes me feel bad for saying words I cannot take back and wish I didn't say.<br /><br />Words hurt, just like those sticks and stones. Words cant be taken back. That is true. Remember that the next time you are about to let that word roll off your tongue and go flying at someone else.<br /></span>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-84301202514001660432009-08-27T08:11:00.000-07:002009-08-27T10:21:38.217-07:00Ignorance is BlissI know something that someone else would like to know. Well- they might not<em> like </em>to actually know , but would like the information. It would help them understand one little situation. It would take away one frustration and time consuming ordeal, but it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doesn't</span> solve anything in the end. Its something I'd want to know. In fact, I've been in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">similar</span> situation. So, I know I'd want to know the information whether I liked it or not.<br /><br />Only problem is, <em>I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> really know the person who would like to know</em> the info. And this person <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wouldn't</span> like to hear it from me. It might make this person uncomfortable to know<em> how</em> I know the information.<br /><br />I'd like to be able to tell this person but the situation <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">isn't</span> right. And, although I have been in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">similar</span> situation, and want this person to be able to have this information to use it accordingly, I also wonder if I want to tell my information partly for other reasons. For self-serving reasons. To let another person involved know that I know.<br /><br />That's not a good reason to tell someone something. I want to be better than that. Sometimes, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> you wish you just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">didn't</span> know????cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-53286462816649044802009-08-26T12:02:00.000-07:002009-08-26T14:19:51.698-07:00Wordless/Wordful Wednesday- The Doggie Repairman<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>Pluto didn't bark or wag his tail and walk around on his leash anymore. Pluto needed new batteries. I was going to put new batteries in it, but the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Camster</span> decided he needed to fix it himself.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHbWUAJQ3Ns67DmbLwVN-VrbGP4ji2Alt-2AJUFPzpE9aDEcvH-srYmtStbYNLMBTeeI-C4eh3FFyjGYyZ061xPQsXYUndLzyeZDt873gCB0IcxXpsmY3BQuRnLqBbj0SiC_PZGgYXi-t/s1600-h/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374380871566300370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHbWUAJQ3Ns67DmbLwVN-VrbGP4ji2Alt-2AJUFPzpE9aDEcvH-srYmtStbYNLMBTeeI-C4eh3FFyjGYyZ061xPQsXYUndLzyeZDt873gCB0IcxXpsmY3BQuRnLqBbj0SiC_PZGgYXi-t/s400/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> This was some tough work! You can tell he's serious about it. He's all stretched out laying on the ground. It helps him to work better</span>.<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEhurhJ0V39PcNK0Rq8bOl8eA79nzQtw7tJbRUNlS3yNvxgeIgWS3AnaLThzNLbJ7z9UPmr-cyUfiA5qFUMFuBuLFhkwanEiX6qFrkzv-oYaKOfaZ4vnUjakVBlT1BuepKW2uBUx10Gqw/s1600-h/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374380864830987826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEhurhJ0V39PcNK0Rq8bOl8eA79nzQtw7tJbRUNlS3yNvxgeIgWS3AnaLThzNLbJ7z9UPmr-cyUfiA5qFUMFuBuLFhkwanEiX6qFrkzv-oYaKOfaZ4vnUjakVBlT1BuepKW2uBUx10Gqw/s400/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbACkYnk_osObao7_NjIFInkQ8ZfxBH-R_yGKGRkHR4mgAo1nlYSU_R1mqFzY9sj_tHlU3kHHRzp-LWkp8dxYHzfMGodREBcEC-MkrKBqKPT8DTPtbzNHcrOYY3l3-I348C9gApj4lIrv/s1600-h/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374380854699366130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbACkYnk_osObao7_NjIFInkQ8ZfxBH-R_yGKGRkHR4mgAo1nlYSU_R1mqFzY9sj_tHlU3kHHRzp-LWkp8dxYHzfMGodREBcEC-MkrKBqKPT8DTPtbzNHcrOYY3l3-I348C9gApj4lIrv/s400/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HMMM</span>.......wonder if this other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doggie</span> over here needs some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fixin</span>' ?????? Since I have the screwdriver out and all.<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dEJo3dihAjpltUKZ3SWZFCyDdfrj0x2kaK6di7c8jP2NjLqos8H87GcKWU6uP3e6Ix4twpn6bWpyPBgH2FWDDM6Pih8eyL9DWNPAweCVw-INhpdoMbzNMbZTVlMuhEueetFqj4h13dfr/s1600-h/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374380846670108386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dEJo3dihAjpltUKZ3SWZFCyDdfrj0x2kaK6di7c8jP2NjLqos8H87GcKWU6uP3e6Ix4twpn6bWpyPBgH2FWDDM6Pih8eyL9DWNPAweCVw-INhpdoMbzNMbZTVlMuhEueetFqj4h13dfr/s400/cam+%26+amy+at+park+aug+09+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Bingo's looking a little worried. He's hoping the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Camster</span> doesn't decide he needs some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fixin</span>' too!<br /></span></strong><br /></span><br /></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-17983352527780528682009-08-24T10:49:00.000-07:002009-08-24T11:39:49.902-07:00On a Quest to find Tales from The GraveHey there. <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">I am on a little fact finding adventure and its getting kind of interesting!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span><br />Last week I headed over to the cemetery to take pictures of Hank Williams grave/memorial . I was thinking about making Hank the "H" for my <a href="http://randompicsbycolleen.blogspot.com/2009/08/need-to-do-some-shopping-in-montgomery.html#comments">Montgomery Daily Photo ABC's of Montgomery </a>Blog. <br /><br />Anyway-so I get over there and notice to the right of Hank's Memorial, are two neat, long rows of headstones all the same size and style. They have the cutest flowers all perfectly manicured in front of them. I'm wondering if these are new grave markers, because I have never seen them before. I walk over to take a closer look and see that they are marking the graves of young men who were members of the French Air Force. And most of them died on 13th of November 1941. <br /><br /><strong>Now I'm really interested</strong>. <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"> <span style="color:#cc6600;">What happened to cause the death of all these French men on the same date, or shortly thereafter?</span></span> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">And why are they buried in Montgomery, AL, so far from their homes</span>? </em> So far from their parents , who left messages to their brave sons, engraved on headstones.<br /><br />I walk down a little further and there , the names start to look a little different, and I notice that these are graves of members of the Royal Air Force. With almost all the dates of death showing as the 13th of November, 1941.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I really need to find out the story of these people and why they are buried here!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br />I headed back to my computer and started doing a search, but could not come up with anything. I looked up information on the cemetery and found out that the main part is maintained by the city of Montgomery, but the annex, where these graves are located, is privately owned a department of the State of Alabama. I decided to go ahead and e-mail the contact person shown for the main part of the cemetery to see if he could point me in the right direction.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This morning I got an e-mail</span> from him giving me the name , address, and phone number of a gentleman, whom he said could help me with this information. This man has a French sounding name. And he lives close by Montgomery. <br /><br />I was feeling a little hesitant about calling someone I don't know, but certainly want to find out the information. Not long after I received my contact information, a customer walked in, who I know lives on the same road as this man with the French sounding accent. I asked the customer if he knew of this man and he did! <span style="font-family:verdana;">They live across the street from each other</span>!!<br /><br />I was able to find out that this man was about 80 years old. <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"> He is from France and was a navigator on bomber planes that flew missions over Germany during WWII</span>. He came to the U.S. to teach Navigation at Craig Air Force Base in Selma, AL. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>So, now I all I have to do is get up the nerve to make the phone call! </strong></span>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-72374142143260776042009-08-17T19:22:00.000-07:002009-08-17T19:59:49.517-07:00Around The World And Back In a WeekendI've been away from this blog for a few days. <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I've been traveling to cities all around the world</span>. <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>Yep---in just one weekend</strong></span>. <em>And you can too..........</em><br /><br />I dont remember how. But, somehow, about a month ago,<span style="color:#009900;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">I ran across a blog, who's blogger posted a picture almost everyday of his home city in Turkey</span>. </span>He would give a brief description of what was going on or what the scenery was in the picture. I just thought it was very interesting. I decided to follow <a href="http://coskunphotos.blogspot.com/">this blog.</a><br /><br />Last week, I noticed that he followed someone from Sheki, Azerbaijan, which certainly interested me, because of my <a href="http://randombitsbycolleen.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-again.html">mission trip</a> to that country recently, as well as getting to have a tour of Sheki on one day of our trip.<br /><br />Ok--sometimes I am a little bit slow. Or maybe I've just been so busy lately, but at first I didnt see that there was a theme going on with these two blogs, as well as other blogs that they followed.<br /><br />But, finally I did realize that these blogs are a part of <a href="http://www.citydailyphoto.com/portal/index.php?sid=41dc527e00088a3d549d3893eb4b21ad">City Daily Photo</a>. <em><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A whole network of bloggers from cities all across the world who post one picture a day of their home city.<br /></span><br /></span></em>What an awesome idea! <strong>I LOVE to travel</strong>. To experience the people, architecture, landscape and customs of a different country and culture.<br /><br />And, although I have no training and very little skill, I love to take pictures.<br /><br />So, since I posted here last, I have been busy traveling the world through these different blogs. And I also took the time to set up my City Daily Photo Blog to share pictures of my city.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">You are invited to come by </span><a href="http://www.randompicsbycolleen.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">my Daily Photo Blog </span></a><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">and find out more about my hometown</span>. </span><em><strong>And, please take the time to look at the blogs of any cities around the world that you may be interested in.</strong></em>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-35209813235509240722009-08-14T11:34:00.000-07:002009-08-14T12:02:29.119-07:00Eating Ice Cream for a Good Cause<span style="font-family:georgia;">On the way home from work yesterday, I decided to stop by the grocery store.<br /><br />I flipped open my phone, and turned it on to call my daughter. It had been turned off because my battery was really low.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"> I've heard that there are actually people out there who put their phone on a charger every night.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've found when your battery gets to the point of making that little warning noise<span style="color:#993300;"> (quite irritating while trying to talk!)</span> , you can just turn off the phone for awhile and the battery magically gets a little bit of charge back in it. I can make a low battery last for a few extra days like this without putting it on the charger.<br /><br />Guess I kinda push my cell phone battery to the limits like I do the last little fumes of gas in my car. But, that's another story. And,well, yes I do happen to miss a call or two when my phone is off.<br /><br />Yesterday, I had missed not only a call, with voicemail (from my daughter) but also a follow up text message telling me, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"check your voice mail".</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>So, of course I didnt check my voice mail</em></strong>. I called my daughter immediately, thinking there was an emergency.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000066;">"Oh, hey mom. Did you check my voice mail?"</span><br /></span><br /><strong>No</strong><br /><br />My daughter: ..... <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">"Oh, well, um.... ", <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">said kinda sheepishly. </span> "I was just reading on Facebook that Dairy Queen will give a donation to <a href="http://www.chsys.org/">Children's Hospital </a>if you buy any size Blizzard today." <strong>(this last part said like she was doing a radio advertisement for the event)<br /></strong></span><br /><strong>Me: Oh really? (<em>oh- so -nonchalantly</em>)<br /></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">"Yes!"</span></strong><br /><br />We are both "Fans" of Children's Hospital on Facebook, as her son (my grandson I call "<a href="http://randombitsbycolleen.blogspot.com/search/label/the%20camster">The Camster"</a> in a lot of my posts) was at Children's Hospital the first two months of his life. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">I am so grateful that Children's Hospital was available for us during that time.<br /></span><br />So, I say, "That is very nice. What a nice thing for them to do."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">silence</span><br /></span><br />Me: "Ok--I am gonna go in the store now. I'll see you in a little bit. Bye."<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Well,</strong> YES!! <strong>----OF COURSE I drove through DQ and got Blizzards to bring home. One Oreo Blizzard and one M & M blizzard. And two balloons too! YAH! & YUM!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdSr69H9JDXHFJ8sc9VYH3He04Nim0oNN-wwTBPJw3yfOTugQVSyvyuDp8DkCwuct3oAUlHpXU_xqk3W3aSlnTFF5GJsdD0q9eCgGYOEd5KSaZpA5cQ9rBiZ5Td5ebqRrh2KldZqX3HdN/s1600-h/DQ+blizzard+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369890343420240146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdSr69H9JDXHFJ8sc9VYH3He04Nim0oNN-wwTBPJw3yfOTugQVSyvyuDp8DkCwuct3oAUlHpXU_xqk3W3aSlnTFF5GJsdD0q9eCgGYOEd5KSaZpA5cQ9rBiZ5Td5ebqRrh2KldZqX3HdN/s400/DQ+blizzard+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLSE9zgoX9N2B3QRPUVcX_5yjIpMZ-uCvamKR_nk_nosX2QfH0C4dq2O22uzkrmOSwQI_PUrIZa1hU0HdqwJGLWdRMwykDjiKGTuiRJ9R1F0dh64fOP7vY5Een9J73tI_kNpVmuLzY5kr/s1600-h/DQ+blizzard+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369890337216005426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLSE9zgoX9N2B3QRPUVcX_5yjIpMZ-uCvamKR_nk_nosX2QfH0C4dq2O22uzkrmOSwQI_PUrIZa1hU0HdqwJGLWdRMwykDjiKGTuiRJ9R1F0dh64fOP7vY5Een9J73tI_kNpVmuLzY5kr/s400/DQ+blizzard+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWaXtseROvnMKbX5TqF02EMwaqmcifY1WPzf9FtbPxnoNxpJ06u93Qe0nx-LYXhmlCV-1bht5r7MBrMCAO3q4Pz-Y5f0jXTh9nK2lvANau8HIQ62JFISiEh3yCfYTf4J0htSnF_uxfz7y/s1600-h/DQ+blizzard+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369890313233854130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWaXtseROvnMKbX5TqF02EMwaqmcifY1WPzf9FtbPxnoNxpJ06u93Qe0nx-LYXhmlCV-1bht5r7MBrMCAO3q4Pz-Y5f0jXTh9nK2lvANau8HIQ62JFISiEh3yCfYTf4J0htSnF_uxfz7y/s400/DQ+blizzard+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-35869415265327286462009-08-08T08:35:00.001-07:002009-08-08T08:51:40.110-07:00Where's my maid? Where's my yard boy? Y'all are FIRED!About 4 months ago, I wrote a little post about <a href="http://randombitsbycolleen.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturdays">Saturdays</a>. And how I should make the most of my Saturdays. So-----what have I done so far today?<br /><br />Well, first off, I did not keep up with housework during the week. So, I have a room to clean, and some laundry to do. I have a car that is desperate need of cleaning out so that I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> have to be reminded of all the junk food and frozen coffee drinks I've had the last week. <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OK</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OK</span>--the last two weeks </span><span style="font-size:85%;">("or so" <span style="font-family:arial;">said in a mumble</span>)</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong><br />I need to get my grass cut. But my lawnmower is not working. That is a whole different story, involving my neighbor. ahem! Wow--if I'd started this blog when I first moved in this house two years ago, you'd know my neighbor quite well by now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IRGH</span>!!<br /><br />Anyway--I digress--just as I have been doing all morning, knowing I need to get my housework done!!<br /><br />So--in about an hour, my friend is gonna call. Wanting to know if I've decided to buy a new lawn mower or if I am gonna borrow my mom's lawnmower and just see if mine can be repaired. She's gonna help me haul whatever I decide on getting!<br /><br />As much as I've paid others to cut my grass for me, while mine has been in and out of commission, I could have ALREADY bought a new lawnmower. <em>sigh!</em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">OK--so here I go-----I'm gonna get some laundry started. I'm gonna get dressed. Then my friend and I will meet for lunch and I will decide my lawnmower business.</span><br /><br />Then I just hope to goodness that I will have the ambition to get the yard work done. Oh--and clean my room too. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OK</span>---Off to salvage this Saturday!<br /><br />Hope you are having a great one!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-46595109682173565262009-08-07T14:03:00.001-07:002009-08-07T15:38:59.321-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;">I'm a dork </span>.<strong> I know it</strong>. <em>I admit it.</em><br /><br />I am sitting here with tears in my eyes.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;">Tears of happiness</span>.</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Over an e-mail.<br /></span><br />Well, yes, I am a dork, but maybe in this situation, I'm<br />just an extra sensitive person.<br /><br /><em>Remember <a href="http://randombitsbycolleen.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-in-mailbox.html">my other post </a>where I talked about how fun and<br />exciting it is to find a real piece of personal mail in my<br />mailbox?<br /></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well--something else that is really exciting is to receive<br />an e-mail from <a href="http://randombitsbycolleen.blogspot.com/search?q=someone+who+speaks+georgian">my friend in Azerbaijan</a></span>.<br /><br />We have not exchanged actual addresses to send mail to each<br />other. It might not be such a great idea. No sense doing anything<br />to cause the family any potential problems.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Problems? <span style="color:#000000;">Yeah- I get the feeling that the police in their</span></strong></span></em><br /><strong><em>village would look for just anything to cause problems for this family.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />Why? Well- you can read about it <a href="http://www.releaseinternational.org/media/download_gallery/PoF270907.pdf#xml=http://releaseinternational.org.master.com/texis/master/search/mysite.txt?q=azerbaijan&order=r&id=884998f3d0700ac6&cmd=xml">here</a> or <a href="http://bloodtippedears.blogspot.com/2008/01/pastor-zaur-balaev.html">here.</a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fyi</span>-- he's out of prison</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>and back home now. </strong></span><br /><br />And--well, my<a href="http://randombitsbycolleen.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brother-legend-in-his-own-mind.html"> brother </a>and I kinda got caught up in our <a href="http://anspress.com/print108330.html">own little bit of trouble</a> while over there. <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ps</span>--I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wolton</span> Kalie</span></em> )<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">So--naturally ---I count it a blessing whenever I get to hear from </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">one of my friends in<a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/maps/europe/azerbaijan/"> Azerbaijan</a></span>!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;">And--blessings bring tears of joy to my eyes!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">I am a very blessed dork! Amen!</span>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260011167633027245.post-15888297150113285232009-08-06T08:47:00.001-07:002009-08-06T13:36:52.995-07:00This is what I've been stewing on---Glad I let it out!Boy, is God giving me the perfect opportunity this morning to work on not being bitter or holding a grudge! To trust in him & that He will provide for me.<br /><br />For about 17 years I have worked in a sales position for the same company. This company has branches in 6 different cities across three states. There has always been an average of about 4 people in my office, though at times there have been three and other times five sales people. Even though this is a sales position, our salaries or bonuses have never been based on individual sales. It has always been a combination of our office as whole and the other branches also.<br /><br />Yes, we have always had a daily print out to show our individual sales figures, and that has been something I have always used to gauge my progress. But there has never been a lot of stigma attached to any one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">individuals</span> figures, because we have worked together as a team.<br /><br />Because we have worked together as a team, we have always had unwritten rules of courtesy. If a co-worker was at lunch, and his customer called and gave me an order, I would give it to my co-worker to write up. And vice- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">versa</span>. If I quoted material to another salesperson's customer, I would give it to the other salesperson, in case we got the order. Sometimes, if a salesperson went through extra steps and measures to take care of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">another person's</span> customer, we would just let that salesperson write up the order. No big deal.<br /><br />This worked out well, because we could feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span> about being out sick or on vacation and know our customers would be in good care. They wouldn't be slighted by a salesperson saying, "I don't have time for this customer, I don't get commission off this sale."<br /><br />I have wonderful customers, who through out the years, have asked me, "Now don't I need to make sure I get you when I call back so that you get the commission for this?" Or some variation of that question. My reply has always been something like this: "Of course I would like you to call me back, but if I am not in the office or not available, you can talk to another salesperson. We do not get individual credit for orders." I understand that my customers are busy. And sometimes they want to take care of their business of ordering from me, and then move on to something else. I don't want to delay their work, just because I am at lunch, at an appointment, or with another customer.<br /><br />Well, now a lot of things have changed and it is causing me to have some hard feelings. First, off, the company has decided that part of the basis for deciding our year end bonus, will be our individual sales figures. Well, that really shouldn't matter too much, because, like I said earlier, we have always had an unwritten rule of courtesy and also have a good idea about who a customer usually tries to call first. And we honor that.<br /><br />So--what is the problem? A new sales person who has come in the last few years. He's doesn't play by our courtesy rules. If I am at lunch and one of my customers calls, he will write up the order in a heartbeat. Especially if it is a large order. If it is small,he might give it to me to write up. He checks the fax machine and will take large orders off of the printer, and disregard the small orders for someone else to write up.<br /><br />And ever since we have been told that our individual sales will count toward our year end bonus, this person has acted even more in a way that is not consistent with the courtesy we have always shown each other in this office. There have been several occasions where I quoted a customer, and even had the quote put officially into our computer quote system. Then, when the purchase order has been generated and faxed to us, he has taken the order and written it up himself. He did not bother to ask if anyone quoted the material. Knowing that if the purchase order had prices on it, then the customer got pricing somehow!! This has happened on a couple of very nice size orders of mine.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I also think that there are other underhanded things he is doing, but do not know for certain. And I do not like feeling that way. And I do not like the feeling I get knowing that am working with someone who does things like that.<br /><br />I know times are tough and I understand people have to provide for their families. I am all for someone wanting to be ambitious and successful. But not if he or she has to do it by stepping on someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">else's</span> toes , not displaying a good character and sometimes being out and out sneaky. It disappoints me to think this person would act this way, because we have to work so closely together. And outside of this issue, we actually talk and will do things for each other.<br /><br />I did confront this person when I found out he had written up some orders I quoted. And I have made comments that I know make him understand that I have not appreciated the fact that he wrote up certain orders instead of giving them to me. Another salesperson has had to do the same.<br /><br />But, it doesn't really do any good. In fact, it has become the office joke that he is an order hog. Some days it just bothers me more than others. I guess it was just bothering me this morning. In fact, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">my feelings</span> were a little hurt by the customer that called him and gave him the order, when I was not available. But, it is not my customer's fault. This customer is one of the main ones that was very concerned about making sure I got any individual commission on orders.<br /><br />I am just not the kind of person that feels comfortable now, going back and telling all my customers, "Hey--remember when I said it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OK</span> for you to talk to other sales people? Well- could you stop doing that?" I'm sure they would understand. I just cant do that. I'm just not like that. So-- I better learn to deal with it, right?<br /><br />I tell myself not to worry about <em>"getting my fair share".</em> That no matter what, God is going to take care of me. I tell myself to not worry about what this person is doing or how he is doing it, because in the end, he has to live with himself. I tell myself to just do a good job and God will bless me with good things. And to not stress and worry too much about this new inter-office "less than honorable" competition that seems to be going on. <em>And most importantly, to not get wrapped up in it , and do things that will make me unhappy with myself.<br /></em><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OK</span>----now that I've rambled on and let it all out, maybe this will help me to deal with things better. I'm not as upset as I was earlier, so that is a good thing.<br /><br /><strong>Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice<br />Ephesians 4:31 (New International Version)</strong><br /><br /><strong>But why do you judge your brother? Or why do you show contempt for your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of ChristRomans 14:10 (New King James Version)<br /><br /></strong><strong></strong>cewmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11763080389724882099noreply@blogger.com1