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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 15:59:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>quotes</category><category>dreams</category><category>Jesus</category><category>resolution</category><category>crazy</category><category>sisters</category><category>lyrics</category><category>Slovak</category><category>family</category><category>wedding</category><category>lists</category><category>random</category><title>WBSERCessa</title><description>ad·ven·ture [ad-ven-cher] noun - the pursuit of life</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>472</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheAdventuresOfThisPrincess" /><feedburner:info uri="theadventuresofthisprincess" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-716172601346769632</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T13:17:28.823-05:00</atom:updated><title>Moving</title><description>Not in real life, just on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my site name, it just didn't fit my life now. Anastasia's Adventures has a nice ring to it doesn't it? Less princess,  more me and no less an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I was still left with the wbsercessa address....which is a bit  of a pain to spell, type and explain. So the logical thing was to  change my address too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So head over to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://stasigh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stasigh.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I'll be posting from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same me, new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TUG2XcG5yVI/AAAAAAAAAag/JpiOHQ1dwp4/s1600/0101_6012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TUG2XcG5yVI/AAAAAAAAAag/JpiOHQ1dwp4/s320/0101_6012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566931128205035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and update your bookmarks while you're thinking of it too.  I'm not moving again anytime soon. At least not on the internet. In real life, well you just never know, that's why it's an adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-716172601346769632?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TUG2XcG5yVI/AAAAAAAAAag/JpiOHQ1dwp4/s72-c/0101_6012.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-260829653504558098</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2011 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-07T09:38:50.369-05:00</atom:updated><title>Seeing spots</title><description>Look, what i found left open in a browser tab..... A horribly misguided makeover attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSciq4STllI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OWGcYlPrhm4/s1600/Picture%2B9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSciq4STllI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OWGcYlPrhm4/s400/Picture%2B9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559450385071183442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spots seemed to be the consensus so despite my best intentions, i did not leave my layout alone. I fiddled some more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Big, Too bright:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TScirkt8c1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/naKlCW28s1w/s1600/Picture%2B7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TScirkt8c1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/naKlCW28s1w/s400/Picture%2B7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559450396998267730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TScirhGzg0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/c2KSsNXrNKQ/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TScirEfiEHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/TvYwsp8aesg/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TScirEfiEHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/TvYwsp8aesg/s400/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559450388347883634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Subtle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSckoW8nJhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zr0jo7C77Nw/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSckoW8nJhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zr0jo7C77Nw/s400/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559452540785337874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I found just right and will really leave it alone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have you SEEN the price of grapes recently!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-260829653504558098?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/seeing-spots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSciq4STllI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OWGcYlPrhm4/s72-c/Picture%2B9.png" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-2129657967142884757</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-06T12:46:11.509-05:00</atom:updated><title>New look in 2011</title><description>OOOKAY!  Anyone compulsively checking my blog over the last 24 hours saw (quite) a few different layouts. If i had been thinking i'd have done screen captures as I went. but the process is lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not keen on the blurry flourishes,I can'tget them sharper without pixelation. But I really like  how solid they are and cant find any crisper ones that make me happy. so they stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant decide if I like the plain grey background. maybe some pink dots are in order? Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm leaving it as is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-2129657967142884757?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-look-in-2011.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-6749130055332889418</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2011 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-05T15:49:39.405-05:00</atom:updated><title>Weather World</title><description>I love weather world on WPSU.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWKkMxW0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/LOLQOzbxcyo/s1600/Picture%2B7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWKkMxW0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/LOLQOzbxcyo/s400/Picture%2B7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558803317086313282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have color color coded radar.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the guy says things like "The uppper air coming down seems to have a bit more moxy" to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lest you think they have just the one quirky announcer here the actual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;printed on the screen&lt;/span&gt; forecast for Tuesday night was "a breeze and a freeze" with "&lt;span&gt;areas of clouds and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; starshine&lt;/span&gt;" in north western PA.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWLAx9u4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/F3MHv6R7Xn8/s1600/breeze%2Band%2Bfreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWLAx9u4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/F3MHv6R7Xn8/s400/breeze%2Band%2Bfreeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558803324758506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just a "benign winter day" (Micah would like to know what  that even means)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWLuaGGqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G4QhppdWFKs/s1600/benign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWLuaGGqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G4QhppdWFKs/s400/benign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558803337006422690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The real thing that caught my eye though was this dire prediction for Thursday. As a public service announcement, I just need to warn you about tomorrow:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWLoBV_9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/O9BN4L0PylE/s1600/Dulldisturbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWLoBV_9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/O9BN4L0PylE/s400/Dulldisturbed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558803335291994066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't let it sneak up on you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-6749130055332889418?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/weather-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TSTWKkMxW0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/LOLQOzbxcyo/s72-c/Picture%2B7.png" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-3274816017699397201</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2011 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-03T15:57:51.469-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sisters</category><title>Easily Amused.</title><description>OK so in 2011 I might actually blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i should apologize for starting my new blogging year with such an annoying post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry. I know animated GIFs are so last decade. But&lt;a href="http://aaaamom.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html"&gt; like my mother I am a late adopter&lt;/a&gt;. Fortunately for you all, I also have a short attention span and am highly distractable (besides, this only barely broke even in the work to create vs. enjoyment of final product ratio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/Stasigh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amispin.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/Stasigh/amispin.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/Stasigh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=abispin.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/Stasigh/abispin.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in 2011 I am going to hand my camera to others to take pictures of me more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/Stasigh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stasispin.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1183.photobucket.com/albums/x469/Stasigh/stasispin.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Micah because things that spin make him puke. Jimmy was at the store. There is a series of photos of Mark spinning Ami, but i forgot and animated the one without him. Plus he appears in mine and I'm not doing another because like i said, low enjoyment to work ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated only has one N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;If you right click on these you may be able to make them stop depending on your browser&lt;br /&gt;(if you are using internet explorer, now is the time to switch. Firefox is good, I like omniweb.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-3274816017699397201?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2011/01/easily-amused.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-2823963780658472664</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-15T12:47:49.831-05:00</atom:updated><title>christmas cards</title><description>Abi told me about &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; giving away 50 free &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards"&gt;Christmas photo cards&lt;/a&gt; to folks who blog about shutterfly, I love Shutterfly. I did my wedding album with them and get lots of compliments. I try to put together a &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; each year of highlights (just finished 2009! go me.) My sister has a cute &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/calendars"&gt;&lt;b&gt;calendar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;of her kids on the fridge. They do other kinds of cards as well &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/announcements/graduation-announcements"&gt;announcements&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/birthday-invitations"&gt;invitations&lt;/a&gt; and whatever you can think of &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;cards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the giveaway back in November, but there's a problem. My current blogging funk aside (I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; still alive by the way), I waited till the last minute to post this mostly because I am not sure what to put &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt; the photo card. We don't have adorable kids, we do have 2 cats, but we're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; kind of people. We're not even sure Mo is alive since no one has seen him in 2 weeks. It's just Micah and Me and no one really wants or needs a photo of us in santa hats. Besides, I don't have (m)any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; photos of us together (let alone in matching hats):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj3jPJWRMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CNqqKzFtCl0/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj3jPJWRMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CNqqKzFtCl0/s400/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550958725467358402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj3i9o6pGI/AAAAAAAAATI/IER0sTJd5jc/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj3i9o6pGI/AAAAAAAAATI/IER0sTJd5jc/s400/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550958720767927394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj3idlb-pI/AAAAAAAAATA/ELid1MII5WY/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj3idlb-pI/AAAAAAAAATA/ELid1MII5WY/s400/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550958712163400338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(remember folks, these are the BEST that I could find.....&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though you can put like 6 photos on some designs, even the ones of us separately look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj6Y_FaulI/AAAAAAAAATg/zqjyEludoXo/s1600/Picture%2B7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj6Y_FaulI/AAAAAAAAATg/zqjyEludoXo/s400/Picture%2B7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550961847892097618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously the best photo of Micah and I is from the Bike Tour this summer in Gettysburg after we had biked a million miles and climbed an observation tower. And we are posing by a canon.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yay for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace on Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj9zQuPxFI/AAAAAAAAATo/fLbOSYtafS8/s1600/Picture%2B9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj9zQuPxFI/AAAAAAAAATo/fLbOSYtafS8/s400/Picture%2B9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550965597838230610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more Christmas canon card options than any one person should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj9z_zeXaI/AAAAAAAAATw/Y7x40Rs2aLQ/s1600/Picture%2B8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj9z_zeXaI/AAAAAAAAATw/Y7x40Rs2aLQ/s400/Picture%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550965610476625314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet you all can't wait to see what we send out this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-2823963780658472664?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TQj3jPJWRMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CNqqKzFtCl0/s72-c/Picture%2B6.png" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-5116672540458598438</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-12T08:55:31.055-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thankful for Guests</title><description>My sister is experiencing a lack of  thankfulness since she came to my house. I am going to jump-start her list. She does not know I'm doing this but it's for her own good. So here I am doing my first guest blog under cover! (how exciting) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is her list of things she is thankful for since she came to my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. neices&lt;br /&gt;12. nephews&lt;br /&gt;13. advil&lt;br /&gt;14. her own bed which she can't wait to get back to&lt;br /&gt;15. her husband&lt;br /&gt;16. cookies with milk&lt;br /&gt;17. washing machines&lt;br /&gt;18. sisters&lt;br /&gt;19. haircuts&lt;br /&gt;20. new computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edit. I am indeed thankful for all these things. Thanks Abi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-5116672540458598438?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-for-guests.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-8385574243815964479</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T12:15:28.701-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thanks Be</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TNBGjliTCUI/AAAAAAAAASg/O3fn4Gv6cs4/s1600/1010_5230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TNBGjliTCUI/AAAAAAAAASg/O3fn4Gv6cs4/s320/1010_5230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535001519223671106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift.&lt;br /&gt;2 Cor 9:15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's November. It's actually kind of unreal. The past few months have flown by but God has filled them with a lot to be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jesus&lt;br /&gt;2.  My mom, for starting this tradition of thankfulness&lt;br /&gt;3.  Traditions&lt;br /&gt;4.  A place to live (with a hot water tank!)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Great in-laws&lt;br /&gt;6.  Parents who are a Godly example&lt;br /&gt;7.  My sisters who make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;8.  Nathaniel and Angie&lt;br /&gt;9.  Trees out the window&lt;br /&gt;10.  People who are patient with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel like I should note that these are in no particular order except for the first one and there are 90 more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-8385574243815964479?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/TNBGjliTCUI/AAAAAAAAASg/O3fn4Gv6cs4/s72-c/1010_5230.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-6533238071091374452</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-24T10:23:44.894-05:00</atom:updated><title>casualty!!</title><description>I have always tried to avoid running over pins with the sewing machine. Especially since I am always borrowing a machine that is not mine. I assumed that it would break the needle or even cause widespread catastrophic damage to the machine. I had never even considered that this might happen to the pin. Sorry about your pin Angie, good news though: the machine and needle are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stasigh/4910486073/" title="0820_4046-1 by wbsercessa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4910486073_d62b49637d.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="0820_4046-1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-6533238071091374452?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/08/casualty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4910486073_d62b49637d_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-8753107451471477073</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 11:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-22T07:40:48.543-05:00</atom:updated><title>oh the Randomness!</title><description>Please read the title like, Oh, the Humanity! you know like the Hindenburg. Does Hindenburg have an H at the end? darn German language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning German. Kind of. I am learning from a 2 year old. Oh Nai! Bapi, Hies, ganz meine meinung! (translation: oh no! Daddy, hot, my thoughts exactly. OK fine, I learned the last one from my cousin's blog, not the 2 year old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peach and passion fruit tic-tacs are the bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid someone 10Euros to kill a cat that was not even ours. Darn Cat. Darn Dog. Darn Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot dogs for lunch. with ranch dressing, banana and kaiser rolls. on the only clean plate left. I hate being sick and lazy. Who knows what will be for dinner. I need to grocery shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is growing. If I am generous with clips, I can kind-of form a ponytail. I will try to restrain myself from chopping it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song has way too many lyrics. darn. back to the drawing board/InDesign. darn eSpe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-8753107451471477073?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-randomness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-5589167286926655628</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-10T01:26:58.217-05:00</atom:updated><title>Home</title><description>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjFaenf1T-Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjFaenf1T-Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-5589167286926655628?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/06/home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-1125057921640284728</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-03T07:36:08.144-05:00</atom:updated><title>murderer!!</title><description>I have killed 3 spiders today.&lt;br&gt;Monday night I hit something with the car. I&amp;#39;m not sure if it died,  &lt;br&gt;or what it was. It was raining and there was an oncoming semi on a  &lt;br&gt;curvy road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-1125057921640284728?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/06/murderer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-6127092397164973817</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2010 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-29T14:41:38.074-05:00</atom:updated><title>new word</title><description>Learned the word for burp tonight. Grgnut.&lt;br&gt;I love this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-6127092397164973817?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-4930549018776467650</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T02:07:37.514-05:00</atom:updated><title>fine then</title><description>I am eating a fried egg.&lt;br&gt;I got the fried egg from a nest about 15 minutes ago.&lt;br&gt;Often when I gather eggs, I feel sad that I do not know how to juggle.&lt;br&gt;Often i think about trying anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-4930549018776467650?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/05/fine-then.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-6709550509675050380</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-27T10:04:40.755-05:00</atom:updated><title>an update</title><description>I have nothing deep or insightful to say&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of some chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S_6J74sSh3I/AAAAAAAAASM/CmKhDHkPZtw/s1600/0507_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S_6J74sSh3I/AAAAAAAAASM/CmKhDHkPZtw/s320/0507_2185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475965858852538226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining today.&lt;br /&gt;It has rained almost every day for a month.&lt;br /&gt;I really want pecan pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-6709550509675050380?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S_6J74sSh3I/AAAAAAAAASM/CmKhDHkPZtw/s72-c/0507_2185.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-6090955427093822506</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-21T11:11:26.075-05:00</atom:updated><title>Earth Day Bag Giveaway!</title><description>Most stores in Slovakia don't give you a plastic bag when you shop. They don't bag your groceries for you either but that's a different story. It is also why i take Micah to the store with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I entered a giveaway for a reusable bag. and I WON!! I never win but I won this bag! go me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcgaO1ZKatE/SkwSy4xubZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/q2PU4Wt30-o/s400/slovakia-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcgaO1ZKatE/SkwSy4xubZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/q2PU4Wt30-o/s400/slovakia-bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me with my bag last summer. Anyway this bag came folded up in a regular envelope and I always keep it rolled up in my purse, I use it all the time. It holds a TON of stuff. A great bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag is #5,158. The &lt;a href="http://greenbaglady.blogspot.com/2010/04/40th-earth-day-freebie-40-free-bags.html"&gt;Green Bag Lady&lt;/a&gt; has given away a total of 9,061 fabric bags. She and her friends make over 100 bags a week!! And she's giving them away on her blog again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can win one too!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go to her website before Friday and leave a comment. She's giving away 40 bags for Earth day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;When you comment say that Stasi sent you&lt;/span&gt;. (since i already have a bag, i'm entering the refer people contest.) This is win-win, You might win a bag and if you leave a comment with my name in it, I might win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't win, the site has easy directions to make your own. If you can't make your own and if you ask nice I might make you one especially if &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the fun of winning and getting real things in your mailbox, Seriously, Plastic bags are BAD. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;~ Introduced just over 25 years ago, society's consumption rate is now estimated at well over 500,000,000,000 (that's 500 billion) plastic bags annually, or almost &lt;i&gt;1 million per minute&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Single-use bags made of high-density polyethylene (HDPE) are the main culprit. Once brought into existence to tote your purchases, they'll accumulate and persist on our planet for &lt;b&gt;up to 1,000 years.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The average family accumulates 60 plastic bags in only four trips to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Each high quality reusable bag you use has the potential to eliminate an average of 1,000 plastic bags over its lifetime. The bag will pay for itself if your grocery store offers a $.05 or $.10 credit per bag for bringing your own bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Source:&lt;a href="http://thecreativeplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-everyday.html"&gt; http://thecreativeplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-everyday.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so click &lt;a href="http://greenbaglady.blogspot.com/2010/04/40th-earth-day-freebie-40-free-bags.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, leave a comment on the &lt;a href="http://greenbaglady.blogspot.com/2010/04/40th-earth-day-freebie-40-free-bags.html"&gt;Green Bag Lady Blog&lt;/a&gt;, and make sure to says that Stasi sent you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-6090955427093822506?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-bag-giveaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jcgaO1ZKatE/SkwSy4xubZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/q2PU4Wt30-o/s72-c/slovakia-bag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-9148998932090055083</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-11T12:49:13.281-05:00</atom:updated><title>Three tablespoons of cow.</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S8ILmV0wHcI/AAAAAAAAASE/zIbF8xCrpC4/s1600/0301_1607_2-753281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S8ILmV0wHcI/AAAAAAAAASE/zIbF8xCrpC4/s320/0301_1607_2-753281.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458938451647798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What is going through my mind when i write notes to myself?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-9148998932090055083?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-tablespoons-of-cow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S8ILmV0wHcI/AAAAAAAAASE/zIbF8xCrpC4/s72-c/0301_1607_2-753281.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-5260192199180695359</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 11:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-19T06:53:51.726-05:00</atom:updated><title>The day the Refrigerator died</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S6Nlz0Me_iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rAltPt55ebU/s1600-h/0319_1596_1-731727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S6Nlz0Me_iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rAltPt55ebU/s320/0319_1596_1-731727.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450311914907172386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday our fridge died. Currently our perishables are in 2  &lt;br&gt;different refrigerators and 1 freezer in 3 different locations. Today  &lt;br&gt;marian helped Micah trade our old refrigerator (pictured above) for  &lt;br&gt;our new old refrigerator.  The new old Fridge came out of the furnace  &lt;br&gt;room and has a piece of paper with the word &amp;quot;eggs&amp;quot; taped to the  &lt;br&gt;front. It has real shelves on the door, and the added bonus of  &lt;br&gt;keeping our food cold! i can&amp;#39;t wait to be reunited with my condiments.&lt;p&gt;I found myself imagining the old refrigerator singing Bye bye miss  &lt;br&gt;American Pie.... This will be the day that I die, this will be the  &lt;br&gt;day that I die..... ( unrelated: &amp;quot;helter-skelter in the summer  &lt;br&gt;swelter&amp;quot; are some of my favorite song lyrics ever)&lt;p&gt;As a direct yet random result, I currently have the Weird Al version  &lt;br&gt;stuck in my head. &amp;quot;My, my this here Anakin guy may be Vader someday  &lt;br&gt;later now he&amp;#39;s just a small fry...Soon I&amp;#39;m gonna be a Jedi...&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-5260192199180695359?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-refrigerator-died.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S6Nlz0Me_iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rAltPt55ebU/s72-c/0319_1596_1-731727.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-4530614445036445924</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-11T10:05:46.286-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Way It Is</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S5kGqMSdIvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jn-PSHfjgzE/s1600-h/0111_1525_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S5kGqMSdIvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jn-PSHfjgzE/s320/0111_1525_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447392546204230386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, That's the way it is with weddings and life in general...&lt;br /&gt;one near disaster after another and a whole lot of ignorant bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Beth Webb Hart, &lt;i&gt;The Wedding Machine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-4530614445036445924?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/03/way-it-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S5kGqMSdIvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jn-PSHfjgzE/s72-c/0111_1525_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-9174811196664910789</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-06T08:18:51.276-05:00</atom:updated><title>Posting</title><description>A week ago we woke up to an e-mail that Micahs sister&amp;#39;s husband had  &lt;br /&gt;died on friday evening. We decided not to fly home. That was so hard  &lt;br /&gt;for us. I htink if we had realized how hard ti was going to be when  &lt;br /&gt;we made the decision we would have been on a plane sunday morning. We  &lt;br /&gt;stayed because we knew that if we flew home it would be almost  &lt;br /&gt;impossible to convince ourselves to come back to Slovakia.&lt;p&gt;I am nowhere near as well spoken as jason. So I will let him do his  &lt;br /&gt;own tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnUXCS4zQ2A&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnUXCS4zQ2A&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovealtoona.net/jasonswords"&gt;http://www.ilovealtoona.net/jasonswords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-9174811196664910789?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/03/posting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-1933850632595928168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T11:21:54.328-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sledding!</title><description>Last Friday and Saturday Micah built a sled. It is not a thing of beauty. Ingenuity, yes. But not beauty. The important thing is that it worked! And it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3QsKcnNIeI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yz3_Fq96bEo/s1600-h/0207_1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3QsKcnNIeI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yz3_Fq96bEo/s320/0207_1591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437019208133976546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went with Simon Angi and Zoe to a hill near here and sledded till we ran out of light. (is sledded a word?) We wrecked some, the hill had a curve in it and our sled lacked in the steering department as well as looks. Fortunately the snow was soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3QsKm9jx8I/AAAAAAAAARM/tFOTpdpw15A/s1600-h/IMG_3878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3QsKm9jx8I/AAAAAAAAARM/tFOTpdpw15A/s320/IMG_3878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437019210912090050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not our sled. But it is both of us. Our sled didn't really fit us both. We did try one run with me sitting and Micah standing behind me. That didn't end well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3QsKGDQL_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Nq_f9dp_FBc/s1600-h/IMG_3876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3QsKGDQL_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Nq_f9dp_FBc/s320/IMG_3876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437019202077601778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-1933850632595928168?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sledding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3QsKcnNIeI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yz3_Fq96bEo/s72-c/0207_1591.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-967824372405741431</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 12:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T07:24:56.863-05:00</atom:updated><title>You can't argue with happy eggs</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3FUGMlIQiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OVYIocTQK-g/s1600-h/0112_1564-796864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3FUGMlIQiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OVYIocTQK-g/s320/0112_1564-796864.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436218690645803554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At least the eggs are having a good day....&lt;p&gt;Things I will be happy about today:&lt;br&gt;- Micah did the dishes last night.&lt;br&gt;- the sun is shining&lt;br&gt;- Psalm 32:8&lt;br&gt;- You can cook tea cookie sin the microwave&lt;br&gt;- Micah does not like tea cookies = more for ME!&lt;br&gt;- I have warm slippers&lt;br&gt;- The Steelers did not loose the superbowl (that the didn&amp;#39;t win is  &lt;br&gt;something I&amp;#39;m not thinking about)&lt;br&gt;- We are almost done eatign turkey&lt;br&gt;- The chickens are laying again = free eggs. Happy free eggs.&lt;p&gt;The longer I look at the happy eggs, the better I feel. I am thinking  &lt;br&gt;about not working anymore today. I will just sit here and look at the  &lt;br&gt;happy eggs. Maybe you would like to join me in not working and  &lt;br&gt;looking at happy eggs. I might put on some cheery music too. Acapella  &lt;br&gt;music makes me happy.&lt;p&gt;Did I tell you about my music? I was running gout of free space on my  &lt;br&gt;computer. I looked into this and discovered that when I loaded songs  &lt;br&gt;from CD&amp;#39;s they were loading in an uncompressed format. This means  &lt;br&gt;that some files were over TEN TIMES what they needed to be. I  &lt;br&gt;remedied this and it freed up over 15 GIGABYTES of space on my hard  &lt;br&gt;drive. Even the eggs are happy about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-967824372405741431?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-cant-argue-with-happy-eggs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lcL2rqBlxI/S3FUGMlIQiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OVYIocTQK-g/s72-c/0112_1564-796864.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-5833583800571844701</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T17:35:18.015-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tea Cookies</title><description>In case you were wondering: Nutmeg is a key ingredient in tea  &lt;br&gt;cookies. Without it, they just taste like pancakes with raisins. At  &lt;br&gt;least I didn&amp;#39;t double the recipe.&lt;p&gt;I am disappointed by this discovery. I am thinking however about  &lt;br&gt;making it work to my advantage....wait for it.....Breakfast  &lt;br&gt;sandwiches! (please read this like when the pigeon in Bolt says  &lt;br&gt;aliens!) Oh Snap! Just think about it.&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-5833583800571844701?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/02/tea-cookies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-741196857574641244</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T09:43:14.391-05:00</atom:updated><title>ruffage</title><description>Let's just say hypothetically, that you had a husband who bought a 2.28 Kg head of cabbage (that's 5 pounds for the metrically challenged!)  thinking he was getting a great deal on lettuce. &lt;div&gt;Besides coleslaw, what can you even DO with cabbage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would cabbage be good on pizza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long does a head of cabbage last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should it be refrigerated or just kept in a cool dry place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you freeze cabbage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I continue to let my husband shop for produce? (He also got a zucchini....he thought it was a cucumber.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have been requested to issue a retraction. My hypothetical husband might have known that it was a head of cabbage. He did not know that the posted price was per Kilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Bell MT';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-741196857574641244?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ruffage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649243.post-2324628482054813255</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T07:30:51.165-05:00</atom:updated><title>Micah's latest idea</title><description>We met this morning after language school with a missionary who is  &lt;br&gt;living about 50 minutes from us in Ruzomberok. Because he is teaching  &lt;br&gt;English in the local schools, he has a salary and a place to live  &lt;br&gt;provided. We met another couple last month who have a similar setup.&lt;br&gt;This got us thinking about how much we dislike raising funds. It is  &lt;br&gt;just not comfortable for us. So Micah had a great idea: He will set  &lt;br&gt;up a booth at CampFest, paint himself brown, play native american  &lt;br&gt;flute music and juggle a chain-saw (which we already have!) and  &lt;br&gt;flaming bowling pins (which he is sure he will be able to find  &lt;br&gt;somewhere).  They jury is still out on wether he will wear a  &lt;br&gt;loincloth or some other yet to be defined costume. We ruled out a  &lt;br&gt;dunking booth and snake wrestling before coming up with this  &lt;br&gt;brilliant idea. We will charge a Euro admission, and figure if most  &lt;br&gt;people come once and a few come back or a repeat viewing, we can  &lt;br&gt;match our annual salary in a weekend. He will look up how to juggle  &lt;br&gt;on google this evening and start practicing over the weekend.&lt;p&gt;What will you discuss over lunch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649243-2324628482054813255?l=wbsercessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wbsercessa.blogspot.com/2010/02/micahs-latest-idea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stasi)</author></item></channel></rss>

