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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185</id><updated>2009-06-25T17:13:06.204-07:00</updated><title type="text">LIFELINES</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome to my little blog, available to you anytime of the day or night, for perhaps insomnia relief, a healthy diversion, encouraging procrastination, a laugh, education, inspiration, keeping in touch, and more!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>667</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/wIJu" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-508299050469877058</id><published>2009-06-25T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:30:06.097-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deep questions" /><title type="text">Saying Yes When You Want to Say No</title><content type="html">I think of myself as a person that has set healthy boundaries for myself, in most areas anyway. But that still doesn't stop me from sometimes saying 'yes' when I really want to say 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live just for myself and what I want. Sometimes opportunities come up for me to step outside myself and do for others. Not to really get anything out of it, but hopefully to do  what I think God would want me to do. And oftentimes I feel blessed and happy that I did it. But sometimes I step back after I've said the Y word, and ask myself, "What did I get myself into now? Do I need that extra activity in my life at this moment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I said yes. Is it the guilt thing, trying to DO the things good Christians are supposed to do? Is it just because there's a need and SOMEONE has to do it, so why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said NO to every request that ever was asked of me that I wasn't naturally inclined to do, I'd be living a pretty selfish life. And if I said YES to everything, I'd be too busy, too stressed, and too tired to be of any good to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you decide when to say "Yes, I'd be willing to do that"  or "No, thanks, that's not going to work for me right now", when it's something you aren't truly excited to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-508299050469877058?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/508299050469877058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=508299050469877058&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/508299050469877058" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/508299050469877058" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/Aig2ikzNE2U/saying-yes-when-you-want-to-say-no.html" title="Saying Yes When You Want to Say No" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-yes-when-you-want-to-say-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-2419623113347460036</id><published>2009-06-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:15:04.902-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life's like that" /><title type="text">To Go or Not to Go</title><content type="html">Those of you who are decisive people will not understand those of us who weigh the pros and cons of each decision we must make in our day to day lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another deadline looms for me. My high school is holding a HUGE reunion for the classes of 1974-1984, the first 10 years of its life. And I don't know if I want to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for some of you party animals, it's a no brainer. If there are people, food, and music, you are signed up! For those of us who are more of the introverted persuasion, it's a bit of a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to go, and part of me is fighting it every step of the way.  I guess it's those old high school feelings coming back. Oh, don't get me wrong.. I had some good times and some good friends in high school. But let's just say, I was glad to finally be 'outta there'.  Cliques, comparisons, drama, insecurities... oh my!  But, to be honest, part of me really wants to see what everyone looks like 30+ years later! Can you imagine?! And some of my favorite teachers will be there (they must be SO OLD NOW!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've given myself a deadline (Friday). If I haven't decided by then, you can come and slap me upside the face and I won't mind a bit. Incentive to get 'er done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-2419623113347460036?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/2419623113347460036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=2419623113347460036&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/2419623113347460036" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/2419623113347460036" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/BzNWuM3p7RU/to-go-or-not-to-go.html" title="To Go or Not to Go" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-go-or-not-to-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-7413647201244543025</id><published>2009-06-22T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:18:05.804-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my man" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special times" /><title type="text">Father and His Day</title><content type="html">Today was  busy day for Father. He had to get up early to get to church to set up the paintball gallery. The theme for our after-church Father's Day BBQ was Boys and Their Toys. Paintball guns are apparently a popular boy toy, for most of the boys I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Father came home and had a quick nap. Actually, he slept a good hour, which meant he was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Father decided to get rid of the branches in the backyard that he had cut back the day before.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_WgUDuBLI/AAAAAAAACK4/4ZvzRrH4L8o/s1600-h/Jun+09+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_WgUDuBLI/AAAAAAAACK4/4ZvzRrH4L8o/s320/Jun+09+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350230732967904434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He mentioned that one of his favorite Father's Day presents from his kids was the time they cleaned up the yard for him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_Wf4nRCEI/AAAAAAAACKo/Rc4u0Zf-C-4/s1600-h/Jun+09+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_Wf4nRCEI/AAAAAAAACKo/Rc4u0Zf-C-4/s320/Jun+09+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350230725600806978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too bad no children were home  (not till supper, anyway). It seems that yard work is something many fathers enjoy on Father's Day. Our neighbour was doing the same.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_WgEi7BBI/AAAAAAAACKw/xpSHF2iIIjo/s1600-h/Jun+09+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_WgEi7BBI/AAAAAAAACKw/xpSHF2iIIjo/s320/Jun+09+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350230728803812370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the dump was busy with others hauling branches to the appropriate area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother wasn't able to help with the yard work this time. She was busy with other important activities.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_YaXD9L8I/AAAAAAAACLI/AHDphrVq7mE/s1600-h/Jun+09+074.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/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_YaXD9L8I/AAAAAAAACLI/AHDphrVq7mE/s320/Jun+09+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350232829718245314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Activities that would lead to enjoyment and contentment for Father later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_Wu4vQ9XI/AAAAAAAACLA/qlvbzyhVTTw/s1600-h/Jun+09+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_Wu4vQ9XI/AAAAAAAACLA/qlvbzyhVTTw/s320/Jun+09+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350230983332394354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, supper was BBQ steak. Father's favorite meal. With baked potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum. Oh, and a glass of red wine (or two). He enjoyed sharing the meal with his two oldest sons and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and he got a few presents, too.  He liked them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing was, I confess I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; forgot about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OWN&lt;/span&gt; (special) father on this special day! Thankfully, there is long distance calling and the internet! And I didn't forget. I slipped in under the wire, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your husbands  and your dads had a special day, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-7413647201244543025?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/7413647201244543025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=7413647201244543025&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7413647201244543025" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7413647201244543025" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/bPzSiiY7Du8/father-and-his-day.html" title="Father and His Day" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sj_WgUDuBLI/AAAAAAAACK4/4ZvzRrH4L8o/s72-c/Jun+09+073.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-and-his-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-3795664185047610367</id><published>2009-06-17T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:09:23.041-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bugs me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deep questions" /><title type="text">Is there always hope?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SjlNEcWVL3I/AAAAAAAACKA/8yrbWpRHkbk/s1600-h/aggressive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SjlNEcWVL3I/AAAAAAAACKA/8yrbWpRHkbk/s320/aggressive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348390771203846002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it a lot. "There is always hope." And I do tend to believe that. I mean, if you don't have hope that something will change, then really, what do you have? Today, I am rethinking my position. All because of a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two years (at least),  I have   exchanged greetings with  a woman who I sometimes see on my usual neighbourhood run/walk loop. She has been diligently attempting to retrain her  dog (a Rottweiler cross, I think) . It so happens she rescued this dog that had been abused in its former life and her goal has been to modify or change its behavior so it will be able to socialize with other animals and people. Let me tell you, that dog scares the living daylights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this dedicated woman, in wind, snow, sleet, and hail, faithfully taking the dog for walks, talking to it calmly, and scolding it or holding it back when it behaves inappropriately. But I have never seen a change in that dog yet.  It stares. It growls. It lunges. She scolds. She turns the dog away from the passers by. She hides his eyes from other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this canine ever got away from his owner, I have no doubt it would tear into a person or an animal in about 5 seconds flat.  The scary thing is, this woman is not large, but the dog is.  My heart skips a beat whenever I see the two of them in the distance.  I breathe a short prayer and carry on, trusting that God will protect me (I know that woman can't!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be a fearful person, but I really believe that this dog is either being trained incorrectly or really has had his nasty behaviour so ingrained into him that he just may have no hope of being reintegrated into the friendly world around him.  When is enough enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know this woman well enough to give her my opinion. Unfortunately, I feel that something horrible will have to happen before anything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-3795664185047610367?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/3795664185047610367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=3795664185047610367&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3795664185047610367" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3795664185047610367" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/B-vQSX3syKA/is-there-always-hope.html" title="Is there always hope?" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SjlNEcWVL3I/AAAAAAAACKA/8yrbWpRHkbk/s72-c/aggressive.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-there-always-hope.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-590056564514258282</id><published>2009-06-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:09:14.360-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life's like that" /><title type="text">The Gift That Never Gave</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SjZ_fmtBRpI/AAAAAAAACJ4/43rGsdLPUrc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SjZ_fmtBRpI/AAAAAAAACJ4/43rGsdLPUrc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347601788491089554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;For my dad's birthday a few months ago, I sent him a gift card for a restaurant he and my mom frequent.  A gift card is easy to buy, simple and cheap  to send (no shipping charges!), and usually much appreciated. What could possibly go wrong with a gift card? Apparently, something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad tried to use it a few weeks back, the waitress informed him there were  only a few dollars left on it. What?!!! The investigation began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the card actually had $100 on it at one time (I'm generous, but not THAT generous!) and that a mystery person had spent it all. Somehow, when I bought the card at our local drug store, it may have been a used card a customer or employee had swapped for the blank one.  The interesting thing is, I happened to ask as I was paying for this, if the card was 'ready to use' and I received the reply that it had just been activated. The cashier looked  honest, and I believe she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to believe an employee would intentionally steal like that. But I'm not so naive as to believe those things don't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now the restaurant in Alberta where my parents attempted to use the card is passing this mystery on to head office, who is supposed to be sending me another card, hopefully. I, then, will send it back to my dad (hopefully activated.. or will I have to pay again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how common this is with gift cards? How easy is it to take a blank card off of a rack,  replace it with a used card, and then activate the blank card at a later time without paying for it? It's a mystery to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-590056564514258282?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/590056564514258282/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=590056564514258282&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/590056564514258282" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/590056564514258282" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/QHN88r6Pzgk/gift-that-never-gave.html" title="The Gift That Never Gave" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SjZ_fmtBRpI/AAAAAAAACJ4/43rGsdLPUrc/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/gift-that-never-gave.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-5553932055992002540</id><published>2009-06-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:20:40.962-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my pets" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my friends" /><title type="text">Dog minding</title><content type="html">I am looking after my friend's dog for 2 weeks, and I hope it goes well. Nice dog, so it should be fine. Except that Cholo is VERY attached to his owners and seems a bit stressed. It might have a little bit to do with the fact that said dog bolted from home (due to a thunder clap) the other day and spent a night at the dog pound. Now, Cholo is staying with us, in the backyard during the day, and in the garage when we're not around or during the night. I would let him in the house on the mat (I feel sorry for dogs that can't be around their 'pack'), but I have a cat that thinks it's a cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the way it attacked Cholo.. well, it THOUGHT it was attacking Cholo... there was a screen door (glass and screen) between them. I made the mistake of getting between the cat and  the door and have a few puncture wounds in my leg to prove it. Stupid cat. Yes, I said it. Buddy, my bestest cat friend, is slightly stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be an interesting 2 weeks. Actually, this should be an interesting night. If Cholo whines all night, I will not be happy. But for my friend (who is on her way to the Bahamas with her family), I will suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-5553932055992002540?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/5553932055992002540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=5553932055992002540&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/5553932055992002540" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/5553932055992002540" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/KDdam2_yebY/dog-minding.html" title="Dog minding" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/dog-minding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-4755226906692268376</id><published>2009-06-11T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:25:51.544-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surfing treasures" /><title type="text">For your listening pleasure...</title><content type="html">Is this not the perfect melding of two songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;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/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-4755226906692268376?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/4755226906692268376/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=4755226906692268376&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4755226906692268376" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4755226906692268376" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/o8CKsHQUBmo/for-your-listening-pleasure.html" title="For your listening pleasure..." /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-your-listening-pleasure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-3993524153659773708</id><published>2009-06-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:23:20.165-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home and garden" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="it's all about me" /><title type="text">I like.</title><content type="html">Have you ever rifled through a rack of tops in a store, and suddenly your girlfriend pulls out a shirt and declares, "Now, this is you! I can just see you wearing this!". And it's true -- it really IS you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you connect with something that is uniquely YOU,  it just feels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right.  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes it takes a long time to find that 'something', be it an author, a speaker, an article of clothing, a pair of shoes, a color, friend, a car, a hairstyle,  or a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you discover it, you treasure it. Isn't it neat how God created us all so uniquely?  Our desires, our personality, our likes, dislikes, preferences in colors, etc! No one else is exactly like us (and it's probably a good thing!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few little things I really like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; my car.  I could never say that about another one I've had, except maybe my Toyota Tercel when it was new!Yes, if it died, I'd be sad, but I'd get over it. It's not an idol. Really :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the tile we picked out for our stairs and kitchen. Love the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our wall paint. Taupe. Sounds boring, but it's the change we were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;author Gerald May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;favorite book : Joy in the Morning by Betty Smith - it's one book I could read over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our kitchen table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this blog template. I hate the cluttered look. This one feels good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being away from a big city&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diversity in dishes - I'm not into big sets of matching dishes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daisies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ocean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking through trails &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freshly baked muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think as I get older, it's the little things that I get pleasure from, more often than not. Not that I'd say no to a trip to Europe, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What simple things do YOU like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-3993524153659773708?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/3993524153659773708/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=3993524153659773708&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3993524153659773708" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3993524153659773708" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/B0aC7RhpTro/i-like.html" title="I like." /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-7593655725052286626</id><published>2009-06-06T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:25:22.093-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Six Word Saturday" /><title type="text">Six Word Saturday</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiskzPN8RoI/AAAAAAAACJI/mG3EH_cMnO4/s1600-h/Jun+09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiskzPN8RoI/AAAAAAAACJI/mG3EH_cMnO4/s320/Jun+09+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344405845482161794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SisjSbnmLnI/AAAAAAAACIw/DFQG-JwgSY8/s1600-h/Jun+09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SisjSbnmLnI/AAAAAAAACIw/DFQG-JwgSY8/s320/Jun+09+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404182363680370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SisjR70fZGI/AAAAAAAACIg/rFvDgmsXHwA/s1600-h/Jun+09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SisjR70fZGI/AAAAAAAACIg/rFvDgmsXHwA/s320/Jun+09+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404173827826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SisiVPY7NfI/AAAAAAAACIY/HAfCVMQ2igY/s1600-h/Jun+09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SisiVPY7NfI/AAAAAAAACIY/HAfCVMQ2igY/s320/Jun+09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344403131108898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An early Saturday morning hike - SWEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-7593655725052286626?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/7593655725052286626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=7593655725052286626&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7593655725052286626" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7593655725052286626" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/Mlp9OGQaUOQ/six-word-saturday.html" title="Six Word Saturday" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiskzPN8RoI/AAAAAAAACJI/mG3EH_cMnO4/s72-c/Jun+09+027.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/six-word-saturday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-865433786422996207</id><published>2009-06-03T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:48:17.457-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="always learning" /><title type="text">The (idiomatic)  Ball Hockey Game</title><content type="html">We thought it was all over bar the shouting, but then the team surprised us with a couple of quick goals. I must admit, they were all over the shop for most of the game. It would have to be all sixes, if the favoured team was to win.  Any port in a storm would do. The cheerleaders were at their wits' end. If the team thought this would be an easy game, they were away with the fairies.  They had their backs to the wall. It looked like they had brought a knife to a gunfight.  This was no time for belt and suspenders. Were they circling the drain? But, alas - Bob's your uncle! - they pulled it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  If this paragraph sounds like another language, &lt;a href="http://www.usingenglish.com/reference/idioms/a.html"&gt;check out this site&lt;/a&gt; to help you translate!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.  Disclaimer: This was not based on any particular game I've watched recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-865433786422996207?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/865433786422996207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=865433786422996207&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/865433786422996207" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/865433786422996207" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/MXYsh1txPyo/idiomatic-ball-hockey-game.html" title="The (idiomatic)  Ball Hockey Game" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/idiomatic-ball-hockey-game.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-2198260250896422139</id><published>2009-06-01T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:44:13.455-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="readin'" /><title type="text">It's a Start</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiSf_coZW1I/AAAAAAAACIQ/Z9j3B2UkLH8/s1600-h/51GomQcLYOL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiSf_coZW1I/AAAAAAAACIQ/Z9j3B2UkLH8/s320/51GomQcLYOL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342570970334452562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a few books for the church library a couple of weeks ago, and happily received the parcel the other day. I'm always excited to browse through books, even if I don't end up reading them. I 'speed glean', which really doesn't always work, but at least I have enough info on the book to tell someone else what it's basically about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer Starters For Busy Moms&lt;/span&gt; by Tracy Klehn looks like a keeper.  "How to pray all day and still put the laundry away".  Although this is targeted to busy moms, I think it's safe to say anyone can benefit from this.  It would be a great gift (there is a place to dedicate to a friend) for anyone whose life is too frantic or feeling frustrated or guilty for not praying more. Here are some of the chapter titles: Prayers That Start As You Breathe (I didn't know there was a term called 'breath prayers' until I read it here); Prayers That Start With Your Pen; Prayers That Start Right Before Your Eyes... and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example of an idea to encourage prayer is to exchange special mugs with a friend and commit to praying for this person whenever you use the cup. Simple, but it would work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a physically small book (beautiful hardcover, the size of a 4x6 photo, about an inch thick), but it is packed full of spiritual encouragement pointing us to a relationship with God, not a book of 'shoulds'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just barely started to read it, but I can see it is one worth owning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-2198260250896422139?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/2198260250896422139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=2198260250896422139&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/2198260250896422139" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/2198260250896422139" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/OpmYfAxzhH8/its-start.html" title="It's a Start" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiSf_coZW1I/AAAAAAAACIQ/Z9j3B2UkLH8/s72-c/51GomQcLYOL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-start.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-4133048545476992468</id><published>2009-05-31T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:22:16.224-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my nestlings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special times" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domesticated mama" /><title type="text">Another Project</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiNksJEr3VI/AAAAAAAACHA/_N2HFM8OqDo/s1600-h/May+09+094+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiNksJEr3VI/AAAAAAAACHA/_N2HFM8OqDo/s320/May+09+094+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224292504132946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, it pours! Home reno's are like that. There always ends up being more to do than what was originally planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dave had to work  in our little storage area to strengthen the stairs before he starts to lay tile on them. This prompted him to haul all of our worldly stored goods out into the hallway. This includes bags and bags of  daily homeschool plans, notes, reports, and kids' work. I know, I know. Why did I save all of this stuff, anyway? Because it was too difficult to throw away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a packrat by any means, but for some reason, I felt the need to save most of the projects, artwork, and writings that my four children have produced over the years. I suppose I am emotionally attached... an emotional packrat - that's what I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now the bags and boxes are out in the open and I have vowed to go through them all and save the most meaningful items, organize them in ONE plastic bin, and store them under the stairs for posterity. I've already taken a little peek at some of the pages, and I think I'm going to have a pleasant little wander down memory lane as I tackle this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOT until I complete other (more pressing) tasks that are begging to be completed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-4133048545476992468?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/4133048545476992468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=4133048545476992468&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4133048545476992468" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4133048545476992468" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/O92KMEJLick/another-project.html" title="Another Project" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/SiNksJEr3VI/AAAAAAAACHA/_N2HFM8OqDo/s72-c/May+09+094+bw.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-project.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-7712081414210579504</id><published>2009-05-30T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:02:45.057-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life's like that" /><title type="text">The Order</title><content type="html">A week or so ago Dave and I went out for a late dinner at the local neighbourhood pub/restaurant. He ordered chicken and ham something- or- other.  About part way through the meal, he stopped eating and pushed his plate towards me, and said, "There's an awful lot of ham in this, and not much chicken. Take a look at this." What I saw was breaded chicken --but the chicken was completely raw, pink, and I guess sort of ham-looking (!)  I calmly suggested he stop eating immediately and notify the waitress. He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She apologized profusely and offered to bring him a new entree. He agreed. The second plate came back done.. well, probably a little overdone, but at least it was safe. The positive part of this entire incident was that Dave got a free meal out of the deal, and if you know Dave at all.. risking the  e. coli was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or so later, we were driving by and noticed the  the sign outside the restaurant had been changed.  It read:  "Wanted. Experienced Cook.  Apply within".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-7712081414210579504?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/7712081414210579504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=7712081414210579504&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7712081414210579504" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7712081414210579504" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/yBbJ7atexXY/order.html" title="The Order" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/order.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-7607259271990807379</id><published>2009-05-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:24:31.461-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writin'" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special times" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="it's all about me" /><title type="text">Childish Games</title><content type="html">I've read that if you want to figure out where your passions lie, remember back to when you were a child. What did you do that you REALLY enjoyed? What made you happy? That got me to reminiscing, and several  activities come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I loved playing school! Give me a blackboard, some chalk, desks or table and chairs, and I was in my element! Of course, I had to be the teacher! Many a Saturday afternoon was spent at my cousin's house, where  part of their basement was transformed into a little schoolroom-at least that's my recollection.  :) And yes, I did become a teacher, but most of my experience has been in the homeschooling department. And yes, that was fulfilling for me. But sometimes I wonder what part of teaching I really like? It's not the classroom, since I have no desire to go back to that. I think it's getting excited about seeing the 'light' turn on for a student. I get a lot of fulfillment out of that. And I love words... which leads me to the next activity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's writing. I remember babysitting regularly for one of my junior high teachers, a friend of my parents. They didn't have a TV, but I didn't care. Whenever I came over, Mr. L.  pulled out an old typewriter and set it on the kitchen table.  He placed  a pad of yellow paper beside the typewriter.  That's all I needed; I was in my element. Once the baby was in bed, I spent hours pretending I was a journalist, creating little newspaper articles, poetry, and short stories. I think I still have some of those stashed somewhere.  Those are definitely some of my favorite memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's music. Yes, although I don't play an instrument much now (I used to play a little bit of guitar), I am a music lover. Can't imagine my life without it. I used to sing with my little brothers (in my bedroom) , and I'd even tape us with my tape recorder. That was so fun. Interestingly, I didn't subject my own kids to that. :)  But I did play a lot of music of all genres with them , and we'd dance around the living room. That was called 'music appreciation'. They will never forget the classical Flight of the Bumblebee, I'm sure of that! Again, one of my fond memories. Then there was Sharon, Lois, and Bram, Raffi, and other great Canadian children's singers.  Then there was CCM:  Amy Grant, Michael W. Smith...oh the good times! I remember Dave taking us all to the radio station and recording the kids singing their favourite songs. Amy Grant's Every Heartbeat and Pocahontas . (I'll let those of you who know my kids imagine who sang what.)   Priceless!   And now, I continue to enjoy a vast array of music -- folk, rock, 70's, 80's, contemporary, and even some country-much to my children's disappointment.  And now my kids are introducing me to some great music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think over the years, I have used all of these for the glory of God, whether it be writing letters to editors of newspapers and  politicians,  writing songs or poetry, and even writing stories (however humble they were), and using my teaching skills to teach my own. I guess every small offering counts, right?  But one day I still hope to do something bigger... not sure what that looks like, and perhaps I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I have a keyboard or pen and paper, iTunes, and people around to share with,  life will be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was your childhood passion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-7607259271990807379?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/7607259271990807379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=7607259271990807379&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7607259271990807379" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7607259271990807379" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/bvzqkvNt-cg/childish-games.html" title="Childish Games" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/childish-games.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-4699731870784076369</id><published>2009-05-28T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:01:31.572-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what I saw" /><title type="text">Famous, but not really.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sh9p38vmL8I/AAAAAAAACG4/0cts28TGZ4U/s1600-h/2071782257.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sh9p38vmL8I/AAAAAAAACG4/0cts28TGZ4U/s320/2071782257.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341104093004181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the picture of the sailboat on the front of this magazine? Well, that picture is one my son took while we were on our adult sailing camp in the summer of 2007.  The question is: How did this pic get to be on the cover of this Island magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his friends just happened to see this magazine on a rack and recognized the people in the photo (including  Dave and my bro and sis-in-law.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was perhaps on Facebook, but that's about it. And I've been told that pictures copied from Facebook are not very clear. But I guess they are public domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery has not yet been solved, and may never be. Weird, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-4699731870784076369?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/4699731870784076369/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=4699731870784076369&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4699731870784076369" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4699731870784076369" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/eBv0F31QbaQ/famous-but-not-really.html" title="Famous, but not really." /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sh9p38vmL8I/AAAAAAAACG4/0cts28TGZ4U/s72-c/2071782257.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/famous-but-not-really.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-7589506193824370999</id><published>2009-05-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:57:37.579-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writin'" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="always learning" /><title type="text">Blook Talk</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sh1eWKAL-zI/AAAAAAAACGw/MFBF6AO8Bc4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sh1eWKAL-zI/AAAAAAAACGw/MFBF6AO8Bc4/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340528467866549042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you sometimes wish there was some way to save all these posts you've been writing for months, perhaps years? I finally found the way to do this! And it costs very little and takes much less time than copying and pasting from emails. For a few years, I've set up my blog so that posts are automatically sent to an email address of mine, but setting this up into a book would be a painfully long process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://blog2print.sharedbook.com/blogworld/printmyblog/cutestblog/index.html"&gt;thecutestblogontheblock.com&lt;/a&gt; , my blog has now been transformed into a blook! (This is an awesome site for free blog templates as well! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided to actually try it out to see if it works. And it does. The process took a couple of hours from start to finish, due to the time it took to  choose a book cover, write  an intro or dedication page, choose a back cover, download, etc.. and then pay for it. It cost all of $2.95 US to get a PDF book emailed to me! There is also the option of being sent a hard or soft cover bound book, but with the number of pages (300+), that would have cost a lot... about $95! So, I opted for the PDF, which I will get bound at Office Depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been blogging for about 4 years now, I opted to divide my blook into 2 year increments. The entire thing was just too big for one blook-- I found that out after I waited for the downloading process (which took forever!)  and realized that it wasn't able to include all my posts (started about 6 months later than my start date).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website for details. There are a variety of options on what to include.  I'm not sure if they are able to offer this service to those who are not using blogger, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better knowing that snippets of my life story have  now been saved to a PDF document known as Lifelines Vol. 1. I can just see it now... a whole set of encyclopedic volumes of Lifelines gracing our living room  bookshelf! Is that a gift for posterity, or what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-7589506193824370999?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/7589506193824370999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=7589506193824370999&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7589506193824370999" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7589506193824370999" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/b8TpF2nkyXQ/blook-talk.html" title="Blook Talk" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Sh1eWKAL-zI/AAAAAAAACGw/MFBF6AO8Bc4/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/blook-talk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-6735442210957264492</id><published>2009-05-26T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:18:59.253-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special times" /><title type="text">Camping Highlights</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyvgnO2VdI/AAAAAAAACGg/uZ6DJkKq0IY/s1600-h/May+09+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyvgnO2VdI/AAAAAAAACGg/uZ6DJkKq0IY/s320/May+09+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340336232976504274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's something about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking and eating outside&lt;br /&gt;visiting with friends in a totally relaxed atmosphere&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyvgYMJqQI/AAAAAAAACGY/dle693fLL50/s1600-h/May+09+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyvgYMJqQI/AAAAAAAACGY/dle693fLL50/s320/May+09+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340336228938656002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy children&lt;br /&gt;family time, just sitting around chatting, with no place else to run off to&lt;br /&gt;lots of treats that I don't otherwise buy&lt;br /&gt;waking up to bird songs&lt;br /&gt;not having to get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;cold noses and  warm toes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyuqZFA7VI/AAAAAAAACGA/fPEBJ7jymPQ/s1600-h/May+09+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyuqZFA7VI/AAAAAAAACGA/fPEBJ7jymPQ/s320/May+09+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340335301464223058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacon and eggs&lt;br /&gt;not caring that I'm not wearing a stitch of makeup&lt;br /&gt;my hair feeling soft and almost wavy, being away from the regular dry air of our city&lt;br /&gt;laughing with friends as we sit on the grass by the lake, watching the little ones putter near the   water's edge&lt;br /&gt;cleaning up and organizing the picnic table and totes&lt;br /&gt;watching family and friends of all ages  play sports together&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShywGUq125I/AAAAAAAACGo/tiDYXFxiqCE/s1600-h/May+09+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShywGUq125I/AAAAAAAACGo/tiDYXFxiqCE/s320/May+09+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340336880828668818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting around the fire late into the night, chatting with good friends&lt;br /&gt;being surrounded by so much natural beauty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Shyup5GauMI/AAAAAAAACF4/6r2L3_dxBj0/s1600-h/May+09+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/Shyup5GauMI/AAAAAAAACF4/6r2L3_dxBj0/s320/May+09+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340335292880173250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something about our annual  May camp out!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyvHqy-ARI/AAAAAAAACGI/zwi2sWivptc/s1600-h/May+09+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyvHqy-ARI/AAAAAAAACGI/zwi2sWivptc/s320/May+09+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340335804436578578" 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/15027185-6735442210957264492?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/6735442210957264492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=6735442210957264492&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/6735442210957264492" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/6735442210957264492" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/OAqraTenxrY/camping-highlights.html" title="Camping Highlights" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShyvgnO2VdI/AAAAAAAACGg/uZ6DJkKq0IY/s72-c/May+09+082.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/camping-highlights.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-4719814072947987472</id><published>2009-05-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:25:42.622-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life's like that" /><title type="text">Ain't that the truth!</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In three words I can sum up everything&lt;br /&gt;I've learned about life: it goes on.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/r/robert_frost.html"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-4719814072947987472?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/4719814072947987472/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=4719814072947987472&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4719814072947987472" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/4719814072947987472" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/HN3pauc94J4/aint-that-truth.html" title="Ain't that the truth!" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/aint-that-truth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-1692081413672520342</id><published>2009-05-24T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:20:38.853-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special times" /><title type="text">View from Above</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShoqC99RxbI/AAAAAAAACFw/mnoolpM1kFM/s1600-h/May+09+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShoqC99RxbI/AAAAAAAACFw/mnoolpM1kFM/s320/May+09+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339626538680829362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at our annual May camp out this past weekend. I'm tired. (relaxing does that to me!)  It's late. But I didn't want to miss posting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on this pic and look just up from the shower building in the picture, you will see our truck.  This is Herald Park - the orchard (which is really growing up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics  to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-1692081413672520342?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/1692081413672520342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=1692081413672520342&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/1692081413672520342" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/1692081413672520342" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/xfKjQIsFOdQ/view-from-above.html" title="View from Above" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShoqC99RxbI/AAAAAAAACFw/mnoolpM1kFM/s72-c/May+09+085.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/view-from-above.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-7756209881230647858</id><published>2009-05-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:43:01.033-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bugs me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domesticated mama" /><title type="text">How to Drive Yourself Crazy</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShYYDONDA5I/AAAAAAAACFo/AtpgSwv4PpU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShYYDONDA5I/AAAAAAAACFo/AtpgSwv4PpU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338480851925795730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is read the thousands of books out there on healthy eating and weight loss.  Everyone has a different opinion on how and what to eat, all spouting that their particular theory is the right one.  My rule of thumb is: If it's really complicated, then it's probably not a good idea. I know. I sound very opinionated at this moment, but really, if you truly think about it, how hard can it be to eat healthily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few common sense pointers I've been attempting to follow lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The closer to natural food, the better. Which means, I limit prepackaged food (unless I'm going camping!) .  Honey or even sugar over sugar substitutes. I prefer to know what I'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink lots of water. It's there. It's free (for now). God made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butter is better. I've waffled between margarine and butter for a long time, and have used both. But when it comes right down to it, what makes more sense? Eating something that is natural or something that is two molecules away from plastic? (don't quote me on that).  Lately I've blended 1/2 butter with 1/2 olive oil -- spreadable and tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat lots of fruit and veggies.  More of that than anything else. (I am trying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink mostly water. Lots of it.  Limit juices (too much sugar, even it it's natural) and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat sprouted grain bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limit junk food. Why? Because it's not called 'junk' for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Portions. Portions. Portions.  A little goes a long way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No eating from 8 pm to 8 a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Break the rules once in a while. You'll go crazy if you don't!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I will leave you with a great recipe I found for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homemade Energy Bars&lt;/span&gt;. I would rather call them "Using up Cereal Left at the Bottom of the Package" Bars, but it doesn't have the same attraction.  Remember, this recipe works well with substitutions. So, if you don't have one of the ingredients (besides the honey and peanut butter), use what you have in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c. old fashioned oats (I use Costco's Morning Medley - full of great stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. unsalted raw peanuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. pumpkin seeds&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. coconut&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. raisins&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. Family Flaxseeds (you could use hemp hearts, or ??)&lt;br /&gt;1 c. bran flakes&lt;br /&gt;1.5 c. crispy rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;3/4  c. smooth peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;3/4  c. honey&lt;br /&gt;2 t. vanilla (I leave this out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt honey and peanut butter. Mix dry ingredients together in a large bowl. Mix peanut butter/honey mixture into it. Spread into (greased) 9x13 pan. (I use the pampered chef large bar pan, slightly bigger than 9x13)  Press down. Bake at 350 for about 15-20 minutes. Overbaking will make these crispy, not chewy. I like chewy.&lt;br /&gt;Cool and cut into bars. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-7756209881230647858?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/7756209881230647858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=7756209881230647858&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7756209881230647858" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/7756209881230647858" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/nItitfWRAJw/how-to-drive-yourself-crazy.html" title="How to Drive Yourself Crazy" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShYYDONDA5I/AAAAAAAACFo/AtpgSwv4PpU/s72-c/2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-drive-yourself-crazy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-3780438710204844111</id><published>2009-05-22T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:34:01.304-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life's like that" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rellies" /><title type="text">Serendipity</title><content type="html">'Serendipity' is probably one of my favorite words. An unexpected pleasant surprise! What is better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was blessed with TWO of them, one right after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a city where none of my relatives reside. Yes, I'm one of those unfortunate people. Fortunately, our city is situated in an area that many people drive through from the coast on to cold and distant  foreign lands, such as Alberta (where much of my family dwells), and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I received a call that my sister and some of her family were passing through town. Now, if you know my sister, she is usually In A Hurry. Life is like that for her.  But I managed to nab her and we met at Tim Horton's for lunch. It was a quick visit, but it was So Sweet! It's times like that that I realize how much I miss my siblings. I'd even move back to Alberta for them.. but, alas, I'm married to a BC lifer. :) And besides, my children are all in BC, so it would be difficult to be further from them.. but I digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very next day my big brother and his wife came through town. Originally they were just going to stop for coffee, but I convinced them to stay a while (what is it about getting from Point A to B these days?) , for supper, to be exact. It turned out they stayed a good long while, and we had a great visit, AND Marcia and I went for a run together.  This was unplanned, another example of 'serendipity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes life good is when these small, unexpected pleasant surprises pop into our lives. It's really the little blessings in life that make all the difference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-3780438710204844111?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/3780438710204844111/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=3780438710204844111&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3780438710204844111" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3780438710204844111" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/vxxYZVOlXGc/serendipity.html" title="Serendipity" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/serendipity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-5087196161954668240</id><published>2009-05-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:32:22.747-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things that matter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special times" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rellies" /><title type="text">I'm going to be an Aunty (again!)</title><content type="html">Well, if you know my extended family, we have a LOT of members! And lately, my nephews and nieces have been having children, so the lineage is growing, which is always exciting. Today, however, is a super special day. I just learned that &lt;a href="http://www.theblessing.ca/my_weblog/"&gt;my little brother and his wife&lt;/a&gt; finally received their referral for two siblings they have applied to adopt from Ethiopia! They have been waiting for 13 months... this is after months of working through the application process... so that's a long wait. If you think 9 months is a long time, try 13+!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they will be traveling to Ethiopia sometime in the Fall to pick up their children. I am so excited for them all! Details aren't in yet, but the children look to be about 4-5 years old. These are children that have probably lost both their parents to AIDS, have been living in an orphanage,  and have nothing but each other. I'm so grateful that they are being adopted together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the adjustments they will have to go through when they come to Canada? I can hardly fathom it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Sharla will now have a family of 7 children (5 of those will have been adopted). Isn't that fantastic? I can't wait to meet the latest additions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would remember to pray for these little children that have gone through so much, and have so many changes ahead of them, leaving behind everything familiar, that would be great! And also, that my brother and his family would be prepared in every way to meet their new children/siblings !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-5087196161954668240?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/5087196161954668240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=5087196161954668240&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/5087196161954668240" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/5087196161954668240" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/Ci7r7Jc7zHs/im-going-to-be-aunty-again.html" title="I'm going to be an Aunty (again!)" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-be-aunty-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-1692597458195500130</id><published>2009-05-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:06:58.066-07:00</updated><title type="text">Resolutions Revisited</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShQqe8tOHQI/AAAAAAAACFg/FxruHEf5m4w/s1600-h/report2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShQqe8tOHQI/AAAAAAAACFg/FxruHEf5m4w/s320/report2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938169521118466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prompted by my girlfriends, I decided it would be a good idea to see how I'm doing in the New Year's Resolutions department.. Unlike my girlfriends, I did NOT post my goals. That was really dumb. Why set goals if you are going to forget about them? What better way to remember them than to have them in front of you most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now posted them. I now feel a hopefulness I never had before... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first goal was to run the 10K Sun Run. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check!  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, to listen to the entire Bible this year, using Daily Audio Bible.  It's working! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Check!&lt;/span&gt; Thirdly, to become a kinder person- in words and deeds..less selfish, more grateful...  er... I realize that was a very vague goal. Specifics would have been better. So, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;still working on that&lt;/span&gt;.. one day at a time.. I have been keeping a 'blessings list', but unfortunately, not every day..&lt;br /&gt;And finally, set goals -- well, I did set 4 goals, didn't I? But, basically, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;failing&lt;/span&gt; (for the most part)  in this  department. Well, I do set some, but then I forget about them... so that is sorta failing, don't you think? I'm going to have to set a goal to reread all those notes I took on setting goals. Then set some. And take steps to accomplish them. I guess that's the biggie. One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you revisited your Resolutions lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15027185-1692597458195500130?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/1692597458195500130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=1692597458195500130&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/1692597458195500130" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/1692597458195500130" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/MwPAdt3CV1Y/resolutions-revisited.html" title="Resolutions Revisited" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShQqe8tOHQI/AAAAAAAACFg/FxruHEf5m4w/s72-c/report2.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/resolutions-revisited.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-3872771430300532214</id><published>2009-05-19T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:08:01.922-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life's like that" /><title type="text">Good for Growing Things!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShNIuKEgD0I/AAAAAAAACFA/Bh6ZukTax_E/s1600-h/May+09+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShNJNT274dI/AAAAAAAACFQ/X-_Ll59haW8/s320/May+09+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337690476381987282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShNJM4nMZqI/AAAAAAAACFI/VH8kT2FYieo/s1600-h/May+09+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShNJM4nMZqI/AAAAAAAACFI/VH8kT2FYieo/s320/May+09+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337690469068203682" 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/15027185-3872771430300532214?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/3872771430300532214/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=3872771430300532214&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3872771430300532214" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3872771430300532214" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/dzGHt0GGWLc/good-for-growing-things.html" title="Good for Growing Things!" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4XpRb6mRcg/ShNIuKEgD0I/AAAAAAAACFA/Bh6ZukTax_E/s72-c/May+09+055.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-for-growing-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15027185.post-3523079010331828813</id><published>2009-05-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:00:04.303-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surfing treasures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special times" /><title type="text">The Goatee Saver!</title><content type="html">This will help take the guesswork out of what to get your man for Father's Day. Even if he doesn't have a goatee now, I'm sure he'll want one once he gets his hands on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbHU8qOy2c4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbHU8qOy2c4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&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/15027185-3523079010331828813?l=just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/feeds/3523079010331828813/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15027185&amp;postID=3523079010331828813&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3523079010331828813" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15027185/posts/default/3523079010331828813" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wIJu/~3/28wTXumb6FI/goatee-saver.html" title="The Goatee Saver!" /><author><name>Lifelines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701837355683136230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07529488628951806996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://just4thefunuvit.blogspot.com/2009/05/goatee-saver.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
