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Panke" /><category term="transgender" /><category term="snow" /><category term="leaves" /><category term="Church in Japan" /><category term="medicine" /><category term="blog update" /><category term="Books" /><title>Beckywithasmile</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Becky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Beckywithasmile" /><feedburner:info uri="beckywithasmile" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Beckywithasmile</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHQns7eCp7ImA9WhVTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-4050744372432149951</id><published>2012-02-27T18:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T18:32:13.500+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T18:32:13.500+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beckywithasmile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="project 365" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366 Project" /><title>366 Project, Week 6</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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(36/366) The super tiny produce section in my local grocery store. Thankfully it was full this time when I went in. (Side note, I’m now 1/10 of the way finished with this project – wow!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img height="282" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZF86UkHY-G8/T0tIrnI4n2I/AAAAAAAAC7A/KztvqjB4jjs/s700/2012-02-06%2520Bento%2520Day%2520003.jpg" style="margin: 4px 0px;" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(37/366) It was bento day at the junior high school. So I packed up my lunch and put it in my cute bento box. &lt;br /&gt;
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(38/366) Was trying to see if I could stop the snow. Not really the greatest of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;
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(39/366) I was staring at my banana saying “I know I should eat it, but I really want something sweet.” This is the result. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img height="282" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rSNVQE8xxWM/T0tIt0UrFtI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/JORzO2Kv7iE/s700/2012-02-09%2520Shimokin%2520037.jpg" style="margin: 4px 0px;" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(40/366) What my desk looked like that day – lots of Japanese study and tea, not a lot going on at the elementary school. This is actually what a lot of my days look like. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img height="283" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eJW-UawOyLg/T0tItw_YXBI/AAAAAAAAC7g/u_5VlS520Xk/s700/2012-02-10%2520HS%2520%2520002.jpg" style="margin: 4px 0px;" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(41/366) My favorite buttons in the staffroom! Push the smaller of the two pink ones and then the bigger one and hot water comes out! In the winter time, they are so wonderful because a hot cup of tea is my favorite way to spend slow afternoons. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img height="283" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SwHvm0k045w/T0tIum6aNcI/AAAAAAAAC7o/RaqvP2a2Wnk/s700/2012-02-11%2520Girls%2520Night%2520017.jpg" style="margin: 4px 0px;" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(42/366) I spent the weekend with some friends. One was trying to make Valentines Chocolate for her husband and co-workers. We were her test subjects (pretty good role to play in the making of chocolates).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-4050744372432149951?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/oLyypMOkJkg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4050744372432149951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-6.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/4050744372432149951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/4050744372432149951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/oLyypMOkJkg/366-project-week-6.html" title="366 Project, Week 6" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VenGs5PDtGo/T0tIr_x57nI/AAAAAAAAC64/U03EozKyTQQ/s72-c/2012-02-05%2520Grocery%2520Store%2520%2520003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFQnc9eSp7ImA9WhVTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-5506492773865955346</id><published>2012-02-21T16:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T18:03:33.961+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T18:03:33.961+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="landscape photos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366 Project" /><title>366 Project, Week 5</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sc41loEj99Q/T0NIngLbPWI/AAAAAAAACww/JR3H9PXQU9I/s1600-h/2012-01-29%252520Sunday%252520%252520006%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-29 Sunday  006" border="0" height="355" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aRU9-rMJjHE/T0NIouwB_lI/AAAAAAAACw4/1FuNXUS8yXk/2012-01-29%252520Sunday%252520%252520006_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-29 Sunday  006" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(29/366) A sign I drive by regularly for an old rest stop that has since closed down. It has several old vending machines inside and a window that used to be for ordering Bentos (what the sign says). &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-y7GinjPGrKQ/T0NIp994fzI/AAAAAAAACxA/NOVwhTCCrDg/s1600-h/2012-01-30%252520After%252520school%252520%252520005%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-30 After school  005" border="0" height="277" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0sLH_0D9jwY/T0NIragADcI/AAAAAAAACxI/DvbQ_DyUthA/2012-01-30%252520After%252520school%252520%252520005_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-30 After school  005" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(30/366) I was driving home and realized I still hadn’t taken a photo for the day. I spotted this scene and knew I wanted to capture it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2btJX1Rxwr8/T0NIseSaZMI/AAAAAAAACxQ/-2LCtQKnlrM/s1600-h/2012-01-31%252520Kita%252520Ochiai%252520021%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-31 Kita Ochiai 021" border="0" height="342" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ffsMjbY0aYo/T0NItVzR0CI/AAAAAAAACxY/eB8KS6u4KBA/2012-01-31%252520Kita%252520Ochiai%252520021_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-31 Kita Ochiai 021" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(31/366) Driving back from an elementary school, I spotted this scene. I wanted to capture it but the power poles kept getting in the way. I decided to try and embrace them and see what happened. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RWBfg5uJcio/T0NIuqcLlMI/AAAAAAAACxg/kBQ9ZJ4SdDg/s1600-h/2012-02-01%252520Dinner%252520%252520008%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-02-01 Dinner  008" border="0" height="275" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rOXxeQqRT7c/T0NIvuOMCHI/AAAAAAAACxo/DvCX-XWZyDo/2012-02-01%252520Dinner%252520%252520008_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-02-01 Dinner  008" width="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(32/365) I made sweet and sour chicken for dinner and wasn’t super happy with the results, so I decided to see what affect flash would have on the photo. Using my wireless flash, I was able to make my dinner stand out more and the background darker. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mfTlybirzFo/T0NIxJHJMbI/AAAAAAAACxw/5RZoy6g9Ejs/s1600-h/2012-02-02%252520Snow%252520%252520020%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-02-02 Snow  020" border="0" height="282" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-AkX1ynYAVIU/T0NIxyw5XGI/AAAAAAAACx4/n7XzgA0AOLc/2012-02-02%252520Snow%252520%252520020_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-02-02 Snow  020" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(33/366) After my success with the sweet and sour, I decided to see if I could isolate the strawberries. I liked the results. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HeA3Sl82EYE/T0NIz5gZ4tI/AAAAAAAACyA/ZzcqG2ptQqA/s1600-h/2012-02-03%252520Random%252520%252520006%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-02-03 Random  006" border="0" height="280" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-u7quKtERYF0/T0NI01Zk2qI/AAAAAAAACyI/XcyoyOY3UUM/2012-02-03%252520Random%252520%252520006_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-02-03 Random  006" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(34/366) If it’s the breakfast of champions, can it also be the dinner of champions? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BNA_tuWCtw8/T0NI2k2_BkI/AAAAAAAACyQ/m2O4uBJvhRg/s1600-h/Boarding%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Boarding" border="0" height="320" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yu8EFpBX02I/T0NI3zmmahI/AAAAAAAACyY/Wrf-U_6-t1E/Boarding_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Boarding" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(35/366) This was the fun part of the day – I went snowboarding with two of my students. One is about the same height as me and the other is super, super short (and cute!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-5506492773865955346?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/n6qzvMYJatA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5506492773865955346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-5.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5506492773865955346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5506492773865955346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/n6qzvMYJatA/366-project-week-5.html" title="366 Project, Week 5" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aRU9-rMJjHE/T0NIouwB_lI/AAAAAAAACw4/1FuNXUS8yXk/s72-c/2012-01-29%252520Sunday%252520%252520006_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04MRnc6eyp7ImA9WhRaF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-1105036413812185845</id><published>2012-02-20T22:52:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T22:53:07.913+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-20T22:53:07.913+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teaching English" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teaching English in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ESL" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mad libs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="JET" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ALT" /><title>Fun times</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
This evening my neighbor R, who went boarding with invited me over after Eikaiwa (my adult English class). She bought some cake this weekend and decided to share it with me. (yum!) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujDvbXhzg-s/T0JNpXtbTLI/AAAAAAAACwo/VnYCJhnjXa4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujDvbXhzg-s/T0JNpXtbTLI/AAAAAAAACwo/VnYCJhnjXa4/s200/photo.JPG" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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After cake, we were talking and somehow parts of speech came up. She was surprised when I asked about it and I explained that usually in America we don't straight out study them, but we do things like mad libs that make us learn them. I was kind of explaining the game, but she didn't seem to be getting it, so I decided we should try it. The first one was the funniest and luckily she understood it pretty easily. (The next one was about the beach and required a lot more understanding of American culture).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Here's what she came up with (the formatting is a bit weird):&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;A CHARMING STORY WITH A HAPPY ENDING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;Once upon a/an cell phone (NOUN), there were three little pigs. The first little pig was very pretty (ADJECTIVE), and he built a house for himself out of cds (PLURAL NOUN). &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;The second little pig was handsome (ADJECTIVE), and he built a house out of body soap (PLURAL NOUN). But the third little pig was very sweet (ADJECTIVE), and he built his house out of genuine boots (PLURAL NOUN). &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;Well one day, a mean old wolf came along and saw the houses. 'how! (EXCLAMATION!)' he said. 'I’ll move (VERB) and I’ll hike (VERB) and I’ll blow your house down.' And he blew down the first little pig’s butterfly (NOUN) and the second little pig’s surf board (PLURAL NOUN). The two little pigs ran to the third pig’s house. Thereupon, the wolf began blowing, but he couldn’t blow down the third little pig’s heater (NOUN) house. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9c85c0;"&gt;So he drove (VERB - PAST TENSE) off into the forest, and the three little happy (ADJECTIVE) pigs moved to Chicago and went into the sausage business.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Giving credit: This came from the iphone app. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-1105036413812185845?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/U-JFrlb87F4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1105036413812185845/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/fun-times_20.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/1105036413812185845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/1105036413812185845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/U-JFrlb87F4/fun-times_20.html" title="Fun times" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujDvbXhzg-s/T0JNpXtbTLI/AAAAAAAACwo/VnYCJhnjXa4/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/fun-times_20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDQns9eip7ImA9WhRaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-7901858767977358773</id><published>2012-02-17T23:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T23:24:33.562+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-17T23:24:33.562+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="night" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boarding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><title>Night boarding</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Uz_U5ltvjg/Tz5iXjIR-JI/AAAAAAAACu4/jRExivygEIU/s1600/IMG_5652-777698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710109534258854034" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Uz_U5ltvjg/Tz5iXjIR-JI/AAAAAAAACu4/jRExivygEIU/s320/IMG_5652-777698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A night boarding adventure with my friend, R. &lt;br /&gt;
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She even helped me practice toe-side. Falling on my knees in the snow on our local hill wasn't as bad as I had thought, though the snow was packed pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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**Testing out mobile posting, so you're getting a pretty terrible iphone photo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-7901858767977358773?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/QbCPmp-pYx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7901858767977358773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-boarding-adventure-with-my-friend.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/7901858767977358773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/7901858767977358773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/QbCPmp-pYx4/night-boarding-adventure-with-my-friend.html" title="Night boarding" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Uz_U5ltvjg/Tz5iXjIR-JI/AAAAAAAACu4/jRExivygEIU/s72-c/IMG_5652-777698.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-boarding-adventure-with-my-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcERH85fSp7ImA9WhRaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-137411912650237832</id><published>2012-02-15T19:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T19:00:05.125+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T19:00:05.125+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ninguru terrace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Furano Burger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Furano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><title>A day in Furano</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
The day started with meeting a friend at the station just before lunch time. After we met, we went and found the visitor’s guide that now features us! &lt;br /&gt;
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While in the visitor’s center, we spotted a flier for Furano Burger and said let’s go there for lunch, we’d both heard good things. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_W_laQcJiJY/TzkNLJfsNOI/AAAAAAAACro/jBQYsxuFQtI/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520028%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 028" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gwdmvU43jSc/TzkNLxEmcKI/AAAAAAAACrs/1ej-GBt_FYQ/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520028_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 028" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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R’s favorite Japanese past time is looking through the Café books they put out. Here she’s found the one that featured this café and is investigating thoroughly. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rQ0AW_tcd5o/TzkNNFHOTkI/AAAAAAAACr0/AUCXGWYb_nk/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520029%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 029" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dJnRJWoYUNM/TzkNODJSHTI/AAAAAAAACr8/LBk0cwMkkYk/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520029_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 029" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After I went looking for some good photos around the shop, our food came. This is the standard Furano burger. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wOG-TwxAqPE/TzkNPO6zr5I/AAAAAAAACsE/AxSpRZKQtuA/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520040%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 040" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Jy7qEdbS4xs/TzkNQErjXRI/AAAAAAAACsQ/paKUT6q_uQI/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 040" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When we finished our food, we went on some not so exciting errands and then headed up to the New Prince Hotel area to visit Ninguru Terrace – the perfect place for a stroll in the winter snow. And when it’s not Christmas or birthday shopping time, a cheap place to explore.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1mNvCQiZkBE/TzkNRYVgrbI/AAAAAAAACsY/QAiWVq7lGok/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520047%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 047" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PY-_-b537y8/TzkNSscgzNI/AAAAAAAACsg/zOxBH5ATqOM/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520047_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 047" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When you walk up, these snowmen greet you – on one side of the map, they say Ninguru Terrace. On the other side, they say “he yokoso” (welcome to). Such a fun way to enter. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gb6z8BUyC8g/TzkNTjO9nCI/AAAAAAAACsk/qqGOLdDNpds/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520049%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 049" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lpXdp24DLW0/TzkNUtasTUI/AAAAAAAACsw/HsJxpvtdQ9M/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520049_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 049" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The snow and being in the middle of the forest was so pretty! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ivpx1UbnbjQ/TzkNXMGULGI/AAAAAAAACs4/d9aHxKexNRc/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520058%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 058" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VQmyILKnjoA/TzkNYDPs7bI/AAAAAAAACtA/56t4f5q3tUA/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520058_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 058" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch out for bears!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-awNVZarnOCE/TzkNZXNgqtI/AAAAAAAACtI/JRitu2FzM9M/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520059%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 059" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-naYBb4n9uPw/TzkNabt3y-I/AAAAAAAACtQ/-wQtOXnp9hU/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520059_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 059" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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More snow, cottages and stairs! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Vm2YeiyM0r4/TzkNd79rpUI/AAAAAAAACtY/0GvWC1jhePw/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520060%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 060" border="0" height="369" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bnwjDh4Yw8I/TzkNfBELMrI/AAAAAAAACtg/WvuY6yE0JKY/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520060_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 060" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After our walk around we had gotten cold enough we decided it was time to go check out the last of the Onsen in Furano we hadn’t visited – the one in the New Prince Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their onsen wasn’t particularly huge or with lots of baths, but it had a lot of nice resting areas. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we came back out we saw the night lights of the terrace and decided it warranted a quick walk through, just enough to take a few pictures and head to the car. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qnBowJXg_XU/TzkNlpxzcjI/AAAAAAAACuI/lVmUfRG84PQ/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520079%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 079" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kwLGux748qU/TzkNm6cOOsI/AAAAAAAACuQ/t3Ga1FtiZms/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520079_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 079" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The lights made everything look so magical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-137411912650237832?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/qQuatgeJoPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/137411912650237832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-in-furano.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/137411912650237832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/137411912650237832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/qQuatgeJoPM/day-in-furano.html" title="A day in Furano" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gwdmvU43jSc/TzkNLxEmcKI/AAAAAAAACrs/1ej-GBt_FYQ/s72-c/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520028_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-in-furano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGSXg7eip7ImA9WhRaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-8383156458094165590</id><published>2012-02-14T16:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:53:48.602+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T16:53:48.602+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning" /><title>Awesome photo tip</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Toward the end of last year, I somehow found myself on &lt;a href="http://blog.brookesnow.com/"&gt;Brooke Snow&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. After reading just a few posts and looking at her pictures I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;
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I absolutely love the way she captures life. She deems herself a lifestyle photographer, but I just like the way she captures her subjects - couples, kids, families all of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier this week I watched one of her most recent blog posts, a "tiny tip." Such a great tip, nothing super huge or ground breaking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch to see the tip: (she does a better job explaining it than I do).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BVSqZP6dGvE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you already do this? Is this a helpful thing for you or not? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-8383156458094165590?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/W5BvC3aOpq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8383156458094165590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/awesome-photo-tip.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/8383156458094165590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/8383156458094165590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/W5BvC3aOpq4/awesome-photo-tip.html" title="Awesome photo tip" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/BVSqZP6dGvE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/awesome-photo-tip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAAQnczfip7ImA9WhRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-1035315605641412045</id><published>2012-02-13T21:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T21:55:43.986+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T21:55:43.986+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo walk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kanji" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ALT" /><title>Watch out!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
This afternoon I had to make the long walk home from my junior high. It is about an hour of walking, up hill both ways (if you count the bridges) and in the snow. Of course, because I only go there once a week, I have an annoyingly large amount of things to take with me. Ugg! &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I decided that after a rough day (nothing related to school), that I was going to make it a fun walk home, take my time. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-L97cSeboZOI/TzkGHkz8g0I/AAAAAAAACpM/hABuxGAyLmg/s1600-h/2012-02-13%252520Walk%252520home%252520016%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-02-13 Walk home 016" border="0" height="297" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-C53Lw8jSKPE/TzkGIs4PvgI/AAAAAAAACpQ/rcQDsZjQCag/2012-02-13%252520Walk%252520home%252520016_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-02-13 Walk home 016" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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While not my favorite of the ones I took, I liked this one. The sign says “chui” (pronounced chewy) and means caution . . . and it’s pointing at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Watch out for the petite, female foreigner with a camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-1035315605641412045?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/tgHvkufvwOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1035315605641412045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/watch-out.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/1035315605641412045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/1035315605641412045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/tgHvkufvwOk/watch-out.html" title="Watch out!" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-C53Lw8jSKPE/TzkGIs4PvgI/AAAAAAAACpQ/rcQDsZjQCag/s72-c/2012-02-13%252520Walk%252520home%252520016_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/watch-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQH09cCp7ImA9WhRaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-8295579323069116627</id><published>2012-02-12T20:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:13:01.368+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T20:13:01.368+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366 Project" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home" /><title>366 Project, Week 4</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
What a start to a year! In the first 6 weeks, I had a whirl-wind visit home, got really sick, didn’t re-contract and crashed my car. I’ve managed to keep up with most of the 366 project photos, but I haven’t been so good about posting them. &lt;br /&gt;
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During week four, I finished with the weird illness I had again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bpHby1gdgZY/Tzedd-02oeI/AAAAAAAACjw/GwC1YvxEzlg/s1600-h/20120122Kindle%252520001%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="20120122Kindle 001" border="0" height="320" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cbrzSYEhkbM/TzedfJ_jpiI/AAAAAAAACj4/eMQlgZHC_94/20120122Kindle%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="20120122Kindle 001" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(22/366) I continued to be sick and spent tons of time reading on my new Kindle. Since I was around my house, I decided to see what happened if it ran out of batteries, entirely. The photo above is the result, and the only photo I took that day. &lt;br /&gt;
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(23/366) Continued illness and an unhelpful doctor’s visit – it was decided even after I got really sick that I had a cold. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-LRM5VtMd5dY/TzedgXgikiI/AAAAAAAACkA/TEAr3-286lA/s1600-h/2012-01-24%252520Jeans%252520%252520008%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-24 Jeans  008" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-icxB1k1i8vU/Tzedhd09WlI/AAAAAAAACkI/6D7Q7zcShz8/2012-01-24%252520Jeans%252520%252520008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-24 Jeans  008" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(24/366) What does one see all day when they’re sick on the couch? Oneself, of course! Here are my jeans. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xiZSGYlFwUA/TzedijyjRKI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Bj5qajYiIQ4/s1600-h/2012-01-25%252520Jacket%252520%252520001%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-25 Jacket  001" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-C4sZID7gdbM/TzedkPULeII/AAAAAAAACkY/AbqT276l0P8/2012-01-25%252520Jacket%252520%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-25 Jacket  001" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(25/366) My new winter jacket. One of the reasons I liked it was the textured pattern it had. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Vsq65BPzbic/TzedlNJn1PI/AAAAAAAACkg/PxdNO48_sg4/s1600-h/2012-01-26%252520Shimokin%252520009%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-26 Shimokin 009" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YBYugNFMhUo/Tzedl8ZasvI/AAAAAAAACkk/xU0cXzZXl4U/2012-01-26%252520Shimokin%252520009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-26 Shimokin 009" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(26/366) Back to school – finally! This was on my beautiful drive home from the school that is the farthest from where I live and I love the drive. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wgkaPplX29E/TzednL7qMQI/AAAAAAAACkw/5SrXQMv5nII/s1600-h/2012-01-27%252520Pen%252520%252520006%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-27 Pen  006" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-JzjepyuGw34/TzedoFQFRsI/AAAAAAAACk0/A3MEyFyw4e0/2012-01-27%252520Pen%252520%252520006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-27 Pen  006" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(27/366) I signed my contracts today with a pen similar to this, it was a hard decision. I will be leaving the JET program in August and most likely Japan, too. I’ll be sad to leave my town, friends I’ve made here and to not be able to study Japanese so easily, but I’m super excited to be back in a place where good friends don’t live so far away. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0oHc3M4sdx0/TzedpLfLw-I/AAAAAAAAClA/vG_5aJ14YFI/s1600-h/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520025%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 025" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-H9dX7gcFX8o/TzedqQNF-zI/AAAAAAAAClI/FcnC4yB6ank/2012-01-28%252520Day%252520with%252520Ros%252520025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-28 Day with Ros 025" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(28/366) I met a friend in the town near mine today. The sky was so bright and the LCD screen on the back was so hard to see, I decided to shoot in raw. This is the first photo I’ve taken from start to end in editing in raw. The clouds that day were so amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-8295579323069116627?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/oyIa_OjQVmo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8295579323069116627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-4.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/8295579323069116627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/8295579323069116627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/oyIa_OjQVmo/366-project-week-4.html" title="366 Project, Week 4" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cbrzSYEhkbM/TzedfJ_jpiI/AAAAAAAACj4/eMQlgZHC_94/s72-c/20120122Kindle%252520001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAEQXozcSp7ImA9WhRbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-2965942998944247927</id><published>2012-02-06T19:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:38:20.489+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T19:38:20.489+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doctor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japanese Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car accident" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><title>Update</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Woke up to really bad neck pain, nothing else still hurt from snowboarding, so I knew it wasn't related. On a happy note - it's the fastest I've bounced back so far!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Got the email just before second period that, as I thought, my insurance didn't cover my car. Sadly, I've had it less than 6 months. I spent most of second period trying not to cry (the neck thing really didn't help).&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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After my last class, my supervisor and I went to the hospital in the big town. They took x-rays and everything in &amp;nbsp;my neck is fine. He basically gave me a&amp;nbsp;prescription&amp;nbsp;version of what I had been doing - Salonopas patches of amazing and pain reliever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then we headed out to my car to collect my stuff. The minute I saw it I had to hold back the tears again. More than anything it's frustrating. And the whole pile of "what if I had . . ." questions wanted to jump back in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thankfully my supervisor was then willing to head back into town to give a friend a box for an upcoming ALT meet, so I don't have to try to get it on the train (or in a car with friends).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I'm back and feeling loads better with just the patch on my neck . . . kinda wishing I had refused the pain meds and only taken these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-2965942998944247927?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/RJEboYAKX2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2965942998944247927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/update.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/2965942998944247927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/2965942998944247927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/RJEboYAKX2U/update.html" title="Update" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BRX09eSp7ImA9WhRbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-2393202115751997879</id><published>2012-02-05T21:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:45:54.361+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T21:45:54.361+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow driving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="driving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car accident" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="accident" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow troubles" /><title>Yesterday</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I’ll start this post off, by saying I’m ok. 私は元気です。&lt;br /&gt;
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You probably realize something not so happy is coming after that. &lt;br /&gt;
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The short version of the story is yesterday I hit some ice, lost control of my car and it’s pretty badly damaged. But, as I addressed before, I’m ok. &lt;br /&gt;
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For the longer version of the story, read on. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last week a friend had come out and so we did a bit of shopping, went to an onsen and rented movies. I had exactly a week to watch them and return them. Meaning, they were due on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;
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When Saturday rolled around, I was tired and let myself sleep in. I decided I’d go to the movie store after boarding with some students (which was awesome and I intend to blog about it later). Off I went, with a mug of chai in one hand and a purse in the other. &lt;br /&gt;
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Though we’d had a pretty good blizzard while my students and I were boarding, the weather had cleared up. The roads in my area and the farm-y next bit were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I got to the forest-y bit of the drive, the weather turned horrible again. It was snowing so badly that the visibility was really low and the cars ahead of me were kicking up tons of snow. I got through that just fine and after the forest-y bit of the drive it was pretty good weather again. Because of this I took the back road into town, instead of the slow road filled with lights. &lt;br /&gt;
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I realized that when other cars drove past, I would suddenly lose visibility and suddenly. So I kept pretty close to the speed limit – 60k (around 35mph). Not fast by any means. &lt;br /&gt;
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Along that road, my car slipped and suddenly wasn’t going straight any more (this was a long, straight road). Instead, I was headed across the other lane and for the snow covered fields on the other side. I tried to slow down, but my car wasn’t to be deterred. I saw the power pole coming, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Thoughts flashed through my mind of what the outcome might be of this one. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hit on the left passenger side, right about the same place as that wheel and did a 180. My car stopped facing the road. I turned on my hazard lights, in hopes that someone would stop, as people have every time&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve gotten myself into a snow jam. &lt;br /&gt;
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I decided it was time to get out and see how bad the damage was. I couldn’t open my door. I decided to crawl out the window, because sitting and not knowing was going to make me even more nervous about what happened. &lt;br /&gt;
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Outside I discovered that my door was just jammed in the snow my car had jammed itself into. I walked around to the other side. I found that I had smashed in the panel above the wheel and the wheel was at about a 30-45 degree angle. I didn’t know whether my wheels were turned so I wasn’t sure whether to be worried or not yet. &lt;br /&gt;
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After sitting there for a minute I finally managed to wave someone down from within the car – surprisingly a few cars passed. That car and one more stopped to help. The guys who got out called the police for me, gave a description of where I was and passed on my number. Then they headed off. &lt;br /&gt;
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I waited. When L texted me back from my “please pray” text. I decided to call and talk to a familiar voice. L was good company in something like this. She has a super calming voice and wouldn’t let me regret what would happen, with all of my “if only I had done . . . instead” comments, she came back with you never know when these things might happen. &lt;br /&gt;
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After a few minutes on the phone with her I saw emergency lights getting closer and closer. Suddenly, about a quarter mile from where I was, they stopped. Then another one came. I didn’t know why they weren’t coming, but I could only imagine something worse had happened on the road. &lt;br /&gt;
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After about 25 minutes on the phone with L, I decided I needed to call the police and see what was happening. L looked up the numbers for me and I was about to get off when another car pulled over. It was another guy who seemed to have a car full of people. This time though, when he spoke, I realized I knew the voice (he was wearing glasses that I’ve never seen). He’s one of the men in my eikaiwa and his family (all of whom I teach at eikaiwa or elementary school), the S family, were in the car. &lt;br /&gt;
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He and I talked for a few minutes, when the tow truck showed up. The tow truck guy helped me out of the car and then suggested I wait with the S family in the car. I discovered that his kids who I adore were in the back. Mrs. S asked me what had happened and I told her. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I was telling her, the phone rang, it was the police, telling me there had been an accident down the road and they’d be along soon (probably 40 minutes after they had been called). &lt;br /&gt;
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The tow truck looked at it for a while, but I suspect they weren’t allowed to do anything until the police came, since they were called. They came a few minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;
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The police man climbed into the car (he was invited) and took my name and info and then asked me questions. Mrs. S helped for the bits of Japanese I didn’t understand. &lt;br /&gt;
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After he left, Mrs. S told me she’d call a name I didn’t recognize at the BOE. Just as she was telling me this, my supervisor Mrs. K called. Mrs. S took the phone and explained what happened in Japanese for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Then they finally began to pull my car out. Initially it was thought I’d be able to drive my car, but when they pulled it out, it was increasingly obvious that the tire was not in the direction it should have been.&amp;nbsp;It turns out that the hit not only damaged that panel but my&amp;nbsp;axle&amp;nbsp;as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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The S family followed the tow truck and my car to the shop in the big town. We retrieved my stuff and a few things I thought I might need in the next week. I left loads of stuff in my car and figured I’d get it out later. &lt;br /&gt;
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The mechanic estimated it costing 50-60 man ($5-6,000) to fix it. Mrs. S said something about insurance and when I said I didn’t think it covered my car, she said Mrs. K had said something. I’m not sure what will be the result of that, but I’ll find out tomorrow at school. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the end the S family stayed with me through the ordeal with the tow truck and then to take my videos back (most expensive video rental ever!) and to grab something to eat (I had expected to eat dinner in&amp;nbsp;Furano and it was past 9 pm at this point).&lt;br /&gt;
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The funniest part of the whole thing is that during the combini food stop, Mrs. S and I headed in, walked past the mat for wiping your feet and hit a wet spot, I could see her lose her balance and couldn’t do anything as I lost mine too. We both went down on the floor hard. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the whole thing we drove back into town together. I’m so thankful that God provided someone to help me with all the Japanese and all the details. I’m not sure I could have explained what had happened or done any of it as well as the S family helped me with it. &lt;br /&gt;
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During week 3/4 I got sick. So there are a few holes as I just didn’t think about getting a photo. &lt;br /&gt;
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(15/366) The mountains on my drive home from church. I loved the combination of sky and mountains. &lt;br /&gt;
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(16/366) My kindle cover. I had forgotten to take a picture and it got toward the end of the day. I really liked the texture of the edges. &lt;br /&gt;
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(17/366) My students were playing karuta. Karuta is a Japanese traditional game where one person calls out a word that corresponds to various cards. These were in super stylized calligraphy, so I couldn’t read them well enough to play. For example, I looked at this one, skipped the crazy calligraphy on the left, and read it “さも” (sa-mo). One of my students had to point out the squiggle on the right which reads “し” (shi), so it actually says “しさも” (shisamo). &lt;br /&gt;
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(18/366) I got super sick on Wednesday this week, including puking and a fever. I was barely able to keep myself going through the day, let alone remembering to be creative and take photos. &lt;br /&gt;
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(19/366) Though I finished getting sick the night before, I continued to have a fever and very little energy on Thursday. I spent most of the day on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;
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(20/366) On Friday, I ended up feeling good enough to move around a little. My supervisor brought me fruit and as I looked at it sitting on my table, I liked how the light caught the plastic on the bag. It took me several shots to get the variety of light the way it is now. I finally ended up bumping the exposure down while focusing on the right part of the bag. I don't really love the way I framed it, but I was finally happy with how I caught the light.&lt;br /&gt;
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(21/366) While browsing pinterest this day, I noticed someone had made a really cute zipper pack for their headphones. I thought, “that looks cool! I should do that.” Then I realized that I didn’t need to, I had already had the non-sewing version of this idea – use a coin purse. I especially liked this shot because of the star on the silver part of the lower headphone. I kept spotting it in the camera, but couldn’t tell, in camera, if I had caught it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-4072649724658369576?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/mDr-QZGt_So" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4072649724658369576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-3.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/4072649724658369576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/4072649724658369576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/mDr-QZGt_So/366-project-week-3.html" title="366 Project, week 3" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Y49XxOux8bA/TyqFs2kf7gI/AAAAAAAACcg/XJZl04Joagg/s72-c/2012-01-15%252520Church%252520018_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-project-week-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEBQ34yfyp7ImA9WhRbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-363840877802559685</id><published>2012-01-31T21:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:24:12.097+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T21:24:12.097+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="accident" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mailbox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><title>An accident</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
It was a cold morning and despite my gloves, hat and scarf I was cold on my walk to the BOE (Board of Education, like a school district). I had to pick up the car so I could use it to get to some of my schools that are outside the area where I actually live. &lt;br /&gt;
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My mittens are a little bit big for my hands and despite being size small, I often feel like I’m trying to do things while wearing oven mitts – big and awkward. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I began to open the garage door, my purse began to slip down my arm. With an oven mitt-ed hand, I tried to save it. Despite my attempt, my mittens did not want to go with it. &lt;br /&gt;
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My purse hit the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn’t think anything of it, because I didn’t hear any crashes or cracks. Then I stopped outside to take a photo of this mail box, I mean how often, in Portland, do we need to dig our mailboxes out of a pile of snow that is twice as tall? &lt;br /&gt;
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As I spun the zoom to get just the right angle, I noticed a shadow that seemed to move with my lens. Why, I wondered, was there a shadow on the lens? (see photo above)&lt;br /&gt;
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And then I realized that in dropping my purse this morning, I also dropped my camera! &amp;lt; insert thoughts of: "I haven't even had this camera for a year!", "Do I replace the lens or get a 50mm prime to make up for the small amount of lost range?", etc. &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I headed inside to inspect the damage. It seemed, from me looking at the camera, that the only thing I did was destroy the filter. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I left, I went to take some more pictures. It was a gorgeous day and I was in one of the prettiest areas of town. I went to zoom in and my once 18-55 mm lens had decided it wanted to be a 18-47mm lens – it wouldn't zoom all the way in. &lt;br /&gt;
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After another small panic, I zoomed all the way out and then back in. Thankfully, when I zoomed back in, it fixe the problem and I haven’t had a problem since. &lt;br /&gt;
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So glad I followed my friend, N’s advice and kept a filter on my camera!&lt;br /&gt;
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Inspecting the damage: &lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, it seems the only thing I really damaged was a filter. Thankfully, I had a mix up in lens sizes when I bought my camera and accidentally bought two in the size my camera calls for. I was back in business after a quick stop at home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-363840877802559685?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/6O_bPh3tt1w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/363840877802559685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/accident.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/363840877802559685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/363840877802559685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/6O_bPh3tt1w/accident.html" title="An accident" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pmbG2pDbcXI/Tyfb3zqNIvI/AAAAAAAACbc/h73ZcD0Ki3Y/s72-c/2012-01-31%252520Kita%252520Ochiai%252520003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/accident.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGRnc7cSp7ImA9WhRUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-6413401019025622579</id><published>2012-01-24T16:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:32:07.909+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T16:32:07.909+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366 Project" /><title>366 Project–Week 2</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
During the second week of the year, I had my last few days at home and then returned to Japan. &lt;br /&gt;
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(8/366) My sister and my good friend J. We had my dad’s side of the family plus a few friends over so I could see everyone while I was home. It was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;
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(9/366) We played Family Cranium that a friend gave us for Christmas. Family Cranium was loads of fun. Here E is drawing something with her eyes closed that my dad has to guess. She’s a really great artist, even with her eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;
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(10/366) The view as we left LAX and headed for SFO – I loved all the lines of water in this particular shot. On the way home I got the joy of flying down to LAX and then SFO before finally flying out for Haneda (Tokyo). It was a LONG day of flying. &lt;br /&gt;
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(11/366) This day only really existed for me on the plane. Finding the outlets that are always supposedly on planes was pretty exciting. I saw the guy in the row across from me pulling out his cord and I asked what he was going to plug it in to. Turns out they put these in a super sensible spot – under the arm rest! &lt;br /&gt;
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(12/366) Taking off from Haneda Airport (Tokyo). After an incredibly long layover in Haneda Airport, we finally left. Haneda does not like to share their electricity – there were a couple of desk spots, for using your computer, but no other plugs. If you’re like me and have a computer with very little battery life then you’re out of luck. &lt;br /&gt;
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(13/366) On my first day back to work, the office lady and I went out to lunch. I don’t know what the stuff in the container was – some sort of veggies that were stringy like Natto, but actually tasted good. &lt;br /&gt;
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(14/366) My luggage came! In Japan, people rarely travel with lots of luggage. Often, they send it via the post to wherever they are heading so they don’t have to deal with it on trains. When I arrived in Haneda, I sent my luggage ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-6413401019025622579?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/VQz6puJOK9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6413401019025622579/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-projectweek-2.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/6413401019025622579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/6413401019025622579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/VQz6puJOK9c/366-projectweek-2.html" title="366 Project–Week 2" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hPHINSZ6UW4/Tx5c3bf3vSI/AAAAAAAACUo/NoWEv8gcrFg/s72-c/2012-01-08%252520Rhumans%252520007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-projectweek-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8FQXY5eip7ImA9WhRVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-4699309165304999644</id><published>2012-01-19T09:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:43:30.822+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T09:43:30.822+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366 Project" /><title>366 Project–Week 1</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I decided to start a 366 project this year (same as a 365 project, but plus a day for leap year). This project consists of taking a photo everyday over the course of a year and posting them. &lt;br /&gt;
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I started on January 1, but due to the fact that I had a very limited 3 weeks at home, I didn’t get around to doing any editing/sorting of photos done while I was at home. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-c666sk3qXdY/TxdkGCljE8I/AAAAAAAACPA/wlmcHc17oVk/s1600-h/2012-01-01%252520SWR%252520001%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-01 SWR 001" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Z8W_Eg3NMpY/TxdkHQ3TT9I/AAAAAAAACPE/2qhPkcXHAxI/2012-01-01%252520SWR%252520001_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-01 SWR 001" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(1/366) First photo taken of the new year. These are my friends who we’ve deemed “The Crazies.” Our favorite kind of New Year’s Party consists of playing lots of games. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6LlR2GWFN58/TxdkIQMxuqI/AAAAAAAACPM/IjQJMxHaZRo/s1600-h/2012-01-02%252520Powells%252520005%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-02 Powells 005" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zwJ1XZWJE_g/TxdkJi02-SI/AAAAAAAACPY/3CYaz4TB2i0/2012-01-02%252520Powells%252520005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-02 Powells 005" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(2/366) A visit to the world’s largest book store! Powells, nick named “the City of Books” takes up an entire city block for it’s main store. It also claims that it’s the world’s largest new, used, rare and out of print book store. It also has a nice little spot across the street – that section is filled with the nerdy, science books. And I looked very smart walking in to find a book about Lightroom. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-kRpSKeLXCQ0/TxdkKtF00wI/AAAAAAAACPg/lC04v_sySr4/s1600-h/2012-01-03%252520Target%252520014%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-03 Target 014" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2Cefru2GPnE/TxdkL4J7CVI/AAAAAAAACPo/vR1cMeFL9UA/2012-01-03%252520Target%252520014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-03 Target 014" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(3/366) A family favorite, sausage spinach loaf. Not sure where my mom got this recipe, but she’s been making it since I was a kid. It’s pretty simple – roll out a rhodes bread dough (you could probably even make your own dough); layer spinach, jack cheese and sausage on it; roll it back up into a loaf shape and bake! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wFSoae-oZJM/TxdkMw5zDCI/AAAAAAAACPw/ixeKtbJNIOI/s1600-h/2012-01-04%252520Newberg%252520012%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-04 Newberg 012" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-LBKMD8jzMxY/TxdkOVtmiRI/AAAAAAAACP4/yicS5IXTiEQ/2012-01-04%252520Newberg%252520012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-04 Newberg 012" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(4/366) Tacos al pastor from the taco stand in my college town. The taco stand might be my favorite restaurant in the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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(5/366) My sister and brother-in-law took me out for breakfast. J’s cocoa came with more whip than I’ve ever seen on a mug of cocoa. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zx1v9pERbnY/TxdkRrIstWI/AAAAAAAACQM/AeoO3qNMcb0/s1600-h/2012-01-06%252520Air%252520Museum%252520091%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-06 Air Museum 091" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-U8OHWNfu06Y/TxdkSce8oNI/AAAAAAAACQU/G6mUy10Najg/2012-01-06%252520Air%252520Museum%252520091_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-06 Air Museum 091" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(6/366) For his Christmas present, I took my dad to the Evergreen Aviation &amp;amp; Space Museum. My dad is a Vietnam Vet (as you can tell by the stripes on his hat) and wanted to see helicopters, of which they only had a few in the main museum. Thankfully we asked before we went over to the space part and they told us that they were in the space museum’s area. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jT5J_QLEaWw/TxdkTek-OZI/AAAAAAAACQg/Bub-uCqZfcg/s1600-h/2012-01-07%252520Em%252520Date%252520014%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2012-01-07 Em Date 014" border="0" height="256" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CssTyyMQfO4/TxdkUT-R-vI/AAAAAAAACQk/YpIkpLEZknc/2012-01-07%252520Em%252520Date%252520014_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2012-01-07 Em Date 014" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(7/366) Took my littlest sister for a “sister date” shortly before I left. We played lots of games and went for ice cream. This game was our favorite. It was in Japanese and I could understand a lot of what it said, but they also had good pictures so E had no problem understanding either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-4699309165304999644?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/rDA61vQy2-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4699309165304999644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-projectweek-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/4699309165304999644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/4699309165304999644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/rDA61vQy2-s/366-projectweek-1.html" title="366 Project–Week 1" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Z8W_Eg3NMpY/TxdkHQ3TT9I/AAAAAAAACPE/2qhPkcXHAxI/s72-c/2012-01-01%252520SWR%252520001_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-projectweek-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUHRn0-cSp7ImA9WhRWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-718852783341637470</id><published>2012-01-07T17:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:00:37.359+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-07T17:00:37.359+09:00</app:edited><title>Where did the time go?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I'm sitting here and it's January 7th in one minute. Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought 3 weeks would be so much time with my family and yet, here I am almost at the end! I'm not ready to leave yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guess it's another lesson in having to remember to live in the present and enjoy every moment!&lt;br /&gt;
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More about my travels soon. I've taken tons of pictures with family and friends this year. I'm sure lots of them will end up back on my blog when I get back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-718852783341637470?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/__W5IqspTus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/718852783341637470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-did-time-go.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/718852783341637470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/718852783341637470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/__W5IqspTus/where-did-time-go.html" title="Where did the time go?" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-did-time-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDQnw6fip7ImA9WhRXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-6597019728321950960</id><published>2011-12-16T18:19:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:22:53.216+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-16T18:22:53.216+09:00</app:edited><title>Poetry</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I was chatting with my friend Brooke this evening and we were talking about poetry this evening. I told her that I think part of my problem with poetry is that my brain is still in elementary, everything must rhyme mode and high school everything must have a deep meaning mode and my brain just kind of falls apart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So she wrote this for me:&lt;br /&gt;
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"As weather gets colder &lt;br /&gt;
And I get older&lt;br /&gt;
It becomes more apparent&lt;br /&gt;
That I’m not a ferret"&lt;/blockquote&gt;
By &lt;a href="http://bandonrandon.com/blog"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt; (She's got a really cool website right now, check it out). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-6597019728321950960?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/ZwCzueDscsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6597019728321950960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetry_16.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/6597019728321950960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/6597019728321950960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/ZwCzueDscsQ/poetry_16.html" title="Poetry" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetry_16.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBQHk6cCp7ImA9WhRQGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-5513874492084796527</id><published>2011-12-14T22:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:12:31.718+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T22:12:31.718+09:00</app:edited><title>Help donate meals to kids in need</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Like &lt;a href="http://www.kidfresh.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kidfresh&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/Kidfreshfoods" target="_blank"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; to help them donate to kids in need through &lt;a href="http://www.cityharvest.org/" target="_blank"&gt;City Harvest&lt;/a&gt;! For each like they’ll donate 30 meals. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/Kidfreshfoods" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="275" src="http://www.kidfresh.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/CH-Landing-page-1.png" style="margin: 4px 0px;" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They are nearly at the end of their time to donate 300,000 meals to kids in need, so if you’re reading this today. Click the link and like kidfresh. &lt;br /&gt;
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Their foods sound like they’re full of veggies! I like the sound of that. &lt;br /&gt;
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I found this on &lt;a href="http://www.alldayidreamaboutfood.com/2011/11/blogging-for-those-less-fortunate-than.html"&gt;All Day I Dream About Food&lt;/a&gt;'s site. She has even more information than I'm posting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-5513874492084796527?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/AiIpXyks87o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5513874492084796527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/help-donate-meals-to-kids-in-need.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5513874492084796527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5513874492084796527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/AiIpXyks87o/help-donate-meals-to-kids-in-need.html" title="Help donate meals to kids in need" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/help-donate-meals-to-kids-in-need.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ARXk4fyp7ImA9WhRQFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-6018531711344160794</id><published>2011-12-11T20:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:12:24.737+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T20:12:24.737+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="December" /><title>Coming home</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
It's been a little while since I updated my blog. Updates about the past couple of weeks to come soon, but first . . .&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm coming home for Christmas next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Or for an exact time until my plane in Sapporo takes off:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="135" src="http://free.timeanddate.com/countdown/i2vybfcg/n622/cf101/cm0/cu4/ct5/cs0/ca0/co0/cr0/ss0/cac000/cpc000/pcd8873c/tcfff/fs150/szw320/szh135/iso2011-12-21T08:00:00" width="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's going to be fun to see my family. My mom told me this evening that my littlest sis had said that one of the reasons Christmas is her favorite is because she gets to see me. I can't wait to see her and give her a hug!&lt;br /&gt;
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I found this video on Google+ thanks to &lt;a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/107328949221172543768/posts"&gt;Ben Canales&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's one of the most beautiful videos of Oregon I've ever seen. Though I really love travel Portland's &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/B1B2_r6Azvg"&gt;Love Letter to Portland&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;video as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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This video is best viewed full screen. (Dad - if you click the arrow button in the bottom right, it will become full screen).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32852978?color=ff9933" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/32852978"&gt;Finding Oregon&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/uncagethesoul"&gt;Uncage the Soul Productions&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Makes me so excited to be home and see Oregon in all it's beauty while I'm there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-7920417103722390243?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/VH6ioWXJHE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7920417103722390243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-awesome-oregon-video.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/7920417103722390243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/7920417103722390243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/VH6ioWXJHE4/another-awesome-oregon-video.html" title="Another Awesome Oregon Video" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-awesome-oregon-video.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNR3g7fyp7ImA9WhRRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-5786855543893504343</id><published>2011-11-30T19:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:51:36.607+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T19:51:36.607+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloWriMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoBlogMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="November" /><title>30 days of blogging: Complete!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Today marks the end of NaBloWriMo (In trying to find some sort of image, I found out it’s a real thing)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYlbzz5LIn4/Tod-HUKqpKI/AAAAAAAAEYw/6xRVqZonwL8/s400/computergeekgir2011bsm.jpg" style="margin: 4px 0px;" width="267" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image found &lt;a href="http://chance-of-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/10/nablowrimo-day-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s been fun, but after this I’ll be slowing back down to a more normal blog pace of 2-3 times per month. I hope you enjoyed it despite the illnesses and other randomness that slowed me down a couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;
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With this, tomorrow starts the first day of December, so home in less than a month! Woo hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-5786855543893504343?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/vEm9Q223REQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5786855543893504343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-days-of-blogging-complete.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5786855543893504343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5786855543893504343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/vEm9Q223REQ/30-days-of-blogging-complete.html" title="30 days of blogging: Complete!" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYlbzz5LIn4/Tod-HUKqpKI/AAAAAAAAEYw/6xRVqZonwL8/s72-c/computergeekgir2011bsm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-days-of-blogging-complete.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQH49cCp7ImA9WhRRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-5326294364129843884</id><published>2011-11-29T19:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:54:21.068+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T19:54:21.068+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoBlogMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="requests" /><title>Almost 30 days of blogging</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Tomorrow is my last blog of NaNoBlogMo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is there anything you want to see photos of? Anything you'd like to hear about? Add questions, comments and ideas in the comments!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckywithasmile/6423760365/" title="Fushimi Inari by Beckywithasmile, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fushimi Inari" height="334" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6032/6423760365_bb5a80277e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(Sorry I don't have more to say today, this bug has taken away all energy and creative thinking).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-5326294364129843884?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/Bhg_yzh7ito" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5326294364129843884/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-30-days-of-blogging.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5326294364129843884?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/5326294364129843884?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/Bhg_yzh7ito/almost-30-days-of-blogging.html" title="Almost 30 days of blogging" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-30-days-of-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARXo-cSp7ImA9WhRRFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-3444001859103954880</id><published>2011-11-28T22:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:14:04.459+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T22:14:04.459+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doctor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medicine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><title>A doctor's visit</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I'm supposed to be blogging everyday in support of my NaNoWriMo friends. But I'm sick. So today you're getting a blog about my visit to the doctor here in Small Town, Hokkaido.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a weekend of not feeling so great and then going home sick today after lunch because I had no energy, my supervisor suggested that I visit the "hospital" in town. It's more like a clinic, and I've only ever seen the same doctor, so I assume there's only one.&lt;br /&gt;
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The visit always starts with me handing the receptionist my blue Japanese insurance card. Then we wait.&amp;nbsp;We, being myself and my JTE who was sent along to help with translation.&amp;nbsp;This time, because the flu/colds and other winter illnesses are happening all around, we saw 4 of my students and the guy under the superintendent of the school district while we were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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When they called my name, we missed it the first time because we were chatting with someone we knew. We go in and he points to a chair for me to sit on. My JTE sits on the bed for patients.&amp;nbsp;The doctor sits on his chair, next to his computer. He wears a flu mask covering his mouth, but he's moved it down, off of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;
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He asks me the normal questions about what's wrong, mostly in Japanese with very random bits of English mixed in. Asks me whether or not I have a fever. When asked this, I admit I haven't taken my temperature today, but I haven't had one all weekend. After this, he doesn't bother to take it (at home the doctor ALWAYS takes my temperature regardless of whether or not I've taken it and regardless of what I've come in for).&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I'm diagnosed as sick. Probably with the assumption I have whatever bug is going around. After being diagnosed, I pay the 1040 yen that is due to the doctor for the visit (less than $10) and head over to the pharmacy to pick up the drugs he's prescribed me.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the pharmacy, we hand in the papers and wait. Since it's such a small town, it doesn't take long for them to finish and call my name. The doctor has prescribed me with 3 kinds of medicine: cold/flu medicine, cough medicine and&amp;nbsp;phlegm&amp;nbsp;medicine.&lt;br /&gt;
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The pharmacist explains the drugs to me in Japanese, me understanding only a small amount and recognizing some of them as drugs I've been prescribed before and have at home from when I quit feeling bad after previous doctor's visits (don't worry, none of them were antibiotics).&lt;br /&gt;
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When he's finished his explanation, I pay for the medicine. It costs less than 500 yen (around $4). And head home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been given the ok to take a couple of days for rest if I need them. Hopefully the energy that usually fills my body will come back and I will have the energy to be back teaching soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckywithasmile/345246579/" title="Christmas Tree by Beckywithasmile, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Tree" height="500" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/165/345246579_e1da353fc1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Less than a month till Christmas! I'm so excited to come home and see my family and good friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-3444001859103954880?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/g6OuMWmW7hk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3444001859103954880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctors-visit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/3444001859103954880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/3444001859103954880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/g6OuMWmW7hk/doctors-visit.html" title="A doctor's visit" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctors-visit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMEQnk6cCp7ImA9WhRRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-3404601174247847076</id><published>2011-11-27T18:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:00:03.718+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-27T18:00:03.718+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Advent Conspiracy 2011</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Just watched this video:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9IN0W3gjnNE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Though I didn't know the numbers, I had no idea how much more Americans spend on Christmas than is needed to provide clean water for everyone on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we gave even part of what we spend on our loved ones and ourselves this Christmas toward that cause or any other cause, we could make a huge difference in so many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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The crazy thing is, it quite closely follows what God and I have been wrestling with lately: How much do I need? How much can I give to those who are in need?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-3404601174247847076?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/2bbCdtUKxnI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3404601174247847076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/advent-conspiracy-2011.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/3404601174247847076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/3404601174247847076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/2bbCdtUKxnI/advent-conspiracy-2011.html" title="Advent Conspiracy 2011" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/9IN0W3gjnNE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/advent-conspiracy-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcER34zeSp7ImA9WhRREkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-2230343994772919144</id><published>2011-11-26T18:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:00:06.081+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T18:00:06.081+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="JET" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ALT" /><title>Thanksgiving celebration</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Japan doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving like we do. Though they do always have November 23rd off. This year I got to celebrate my first Thanksgiving in Hokkaido. All the years previous to this, I’ve been here, but haven’t celebrated. &lt;br /&gt;
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Our beautiful host, A. A lives in Sapporo and loves hosting parties with friends, so she decided to use Thanksgiving as an opportunity to get a bunch of us together – from school, church and other things. &lt;br /&gt;
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The dinner spread. The red plates were to keep things warm – unfortunately I forgot to get a shot afterwards. We had: red and green peppers spread with cream cheese and topped with walnuts, salad with avocado and tomatoes, green beans, green beans wrapped in ham, an absolutely delicious butternut squash combination, German potatoes, beer bread and cranberries. (And something else under the back red plate, but I’m blanking on what it was). &lt;br /&gt;
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A and the boys. &lt;br /&gt;
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One of A’s friends, S, beautifully backlit. Though I wish I had been able to reflect some of that sun back to her face to light it up. &lt;br /&gt;
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My table! We had a lot of fun chatting about all kinds of things. We were surprised to find that E had been to Virginia, the same state our host is from. &lt;br /&gt;
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The other table full of beautiful people. We had people from all over at this celebration – USA, England, Australia, Japan, New Zealand. It was loads of fun. &lt;br /&gt;
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At one point we started talking about all the crazy different words that are used between all of our English speaking countries. D told us that in New Zealand they say ‘rellies’ (I may be spelling that wrong) to mean ‘relatives.’ We were all very surprised and A and I decided we wanted to start using that word. &lt;br /&gt;
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We also had a great discussion about the map and how it differs in our various countries. The US and English people use the same map, but apparently Australia’s map is upside down and Japan’s map places Japan near the center. During this conversation A exclaimed if it’s not set up like the US version ‘you can’t see that it all looks like one big puzzle!’ Then she found her US map puzzle. &lt;br /&gt;
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For dessert, we had apple pie and roll cake (Yum!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Pictures of a few more guests. I tried to grab some individual shots of everyone, but as I’m posting this, I realized I missed a lot of people. But the warm light after dinner gave those I caught a nice warm glow. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was a fun first Thanksgiving celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-2230343994772919144?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/Pnkjk6guLcY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2230343994772919144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-celebration.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/2230343994772919144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/2230343994772919144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/Pnkjk6guLcY/thanksgiving-celebration.html" title="Thanksgiving celebration" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Kjl_s2V16AM/Ts-JurUAozI/AAAAAAAACEg/NBYi7tQ_MYQ/s72-c/2011-11-23%252520Thanksgiving%252520005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-celebration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHQ309eCp7ImA9WhRREk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728345257790269775.post-8016134860625776091</id><published>2011-11-25T20:33:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:30:32.360+09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T21:30:32.360+09:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japanese Church" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Church family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="November" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Church in Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hokkaido" /><title>Decorating for Christmas</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Last Sunday, my church started decorating for Christmas. We started by taking the tree out and starting to try to piece it together. &lt;br /&gt;
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It slowly got put together, each piece needing to go in a specific place, like a puzzle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Streamers were hung from the wood panels above the windows. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hanging garlands and making funny faces over a window. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QnaL5pmEiBE/Ts98mST0hxI/AAAAAAAACAc/UQSza1rnsWo/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520019%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 019" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-j3nq3Jd2fAU/Ts98nDgyK8I/AAAAAAAACAg/qQ1cFRZQOPA/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520019_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 019" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Putting the star on top of the tree, it was always my favorite part as a child. &lt;br /&gt;
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Another silly-faced pose . . . no wonder I get along with this church so well. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GCDlITtpq7g/Ts98qZVHCHI/AAAAAAAACA8/npKcA_c5Kyw/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520025%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 025" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MjOjesKj_lY/Ts98rSEsW1I/AAAAAAAACBA/NymqtCb_tJU/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 025" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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L hanging streamers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hxmNowaWP-A/Ts98srFuBpI/AAAAAAAACBM/ZCaDDsZfsjc/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520028%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 028" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7sArC4V8L7Q/Ts98t_AI4wI/AAAAAAAACBQ/MdM6mLEwKQw/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520028_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 028" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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More garland hanging, along the wood trim. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ugt5LeMkLOQ/Ts98u1cLMwI/AAAAAAAACBc/gol9ly4335o/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520034%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 034" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-J58HmrgUoL0/Ts98v2VWq8I/AAAAAAAACBg/VCiGsLPfbFI/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520034_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 034" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A cute smile, rather than a funny face. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9DU-dGBvmCI/Ts98wxezkhI/AAAAAAAACBs/M4lAURmoB2E/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520035%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 035" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--r6IxwtSYMI/Ts98yJV9_4I/AAAAAAAACBw/ndsbqPUKvzM/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520035_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 035" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Another cute smile. This is one of the little girls I claim as my church little sisters. She’s about the same age as my actual little sister. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-r6Ah9JfI8MM/Ts98zKGklbI/AAAAAAAACB8/gnhbvgSRchI/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520043%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 043" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dZyWQ3pC1ew/Ts98zzgP9xI/AAAAAAAACCA/Keam2Lz224U/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 043" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Another one of said church sisters. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-s5blFxlbRXc/Ts9800F3U7I/AAAAAAAACCM/XJHkfvuW4cs/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520037%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 037" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-JDHtA62V5tU/Ts9817h6vTI/AAAAAAAACCU/4yz1F4EQEiE/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 037" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CzBU4tD5VFw/Ts983Zb0zvI/AAAAAAAACCc/h-EWAkfCkmo/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520048%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 048" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-p7sQXL8RBYE/Ts984G77yDI/AAAAAAAACCg/fmCv8ghDE5Y/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520048_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 048" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-q10bXlB6qXM/Ts985dG6bqI/AAAAAAAACCs/SSYoWYdh_dc/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520051%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 051" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-l1sXUSV7tvM/Ts986j6wJYI/AAAAAAAACCw/eoBHJSr91rI/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520051_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 051" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And another funny pose. Christmas-bell-boy? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-djnJQPssDRg/Ts987u30twI/AAAAAAAACC8/rqQK14L0Axg/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520053%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 053" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-frnW4Gb_-nQ/Ts988R_OMEI/AAAAAAAACDA/0c8UQzYOd2w/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520053_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 053" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then of course, I had to get decorated here’s one of our hair. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qKN060IMYxE/Ts989p8bKQI/AAAAAAAACDM/MCWd8u02hOw/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520055%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 055" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2nLuazunbu4/Ts98-QFTHCI/AAAAAAAACDU/_HfFIwJDzSc/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520055_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 055" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And one of our faces. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6U6mmXuhX44/Ts98_1DRc0I/AAAAAAAACDc/loikqZXJXI8/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520056%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 056" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hTfBEi6QVAw/Ts99AjzHhLI/AAAAAAAACDg/cD6JKq-gako/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520056_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 056" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A photo as shot by the one in the blue turtleneck. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-i9aMbfztG2U/Ts99BgSq2DI/AAAAAAAACDs/Zk0tEbiRLHw/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520060%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 060" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Dgn9DQbgIBE/Ts99CXxhNkI/AAAAAAAACD0/tVEgDOMOfJI/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520060_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 060" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The three of us with L sneaking in. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-k5O-BYvbh1E/Ts99D9fh1SI/AAAAAAAACD8/ShPkSL8yPck/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520062%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 062" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SCM0MKAy7pI/Ts99EhQsXOI/AAAAAAAACEA/x1OiPUVvFjw/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520062_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 4px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 062" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After all the Christmas decorations were taken out of my hair, I was given a very Japanese style hair-do. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-STApB6Dg7_I/Ts99FXJV7mI/AAAAAAAACEM/eL-12N3QIIQ/s1600-h/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520063%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-11-20 Church 063" border="0" height="228" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7VJfadBxtAU/Ts99HbTqL3I/AAAAAAAACEU/EjNKldXos7A/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="2011-11-20 Church 063" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was loads of fun working with everyone to decorate our church for Christmas. Unfortunately with all the hair antics, I missed out on getting a shot of the outcome. I’ll try to get one next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728345257790269775-8016134860625776091?l=beckywithasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~4/4j7PxWimrQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8016134860625776091/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/decorating-for-christmas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/8016134860625776091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728345257790269775/posts/default/8016134860625776091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Beckywithasmile/~3/4j7PxWimrQs/decorating-for-christmas.html" title="Decorating for Christmas" /><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303992393451022602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmwFVQ00ehA/Ty5wQ-y4IbI/AAAAAAAACik/L9gyPBBTF_4/s220/2011-07-09%2BTengu%2BMatsuri%2B236.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yUNRY3j60Yc/Ts98dMSdKpI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/q-ZJlg-Cehc/s72-c/2011-11-20%252520Church%252520009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://beckywithasmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/decorating-for-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

